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“Caress and pull on your nipples.”
Evie used the soft pad of her thumbs to caress that aching flesh.
“I said pull on them,” Hunter instructed harshly, watching her hungrily as she pinched that swollen flesh between her fingers and thumb and then pulled downward.
“Oh God…” The pleasure Evie felt was overwhelming.
“Again,” Hunter demanded, sitting back on his heels to watch her.
She pulled and squeezed her own nipples as Hunter watched her hungrily and her pleasure rose higher and higher.
“Do not stop,” he ordered as he lowered his head and used his tongue to lick a path from beneath her pussy slit up to the pulsing nubbin above. “You know that this is madness?” His breath was a hot caress against that oversensitive flesh, causing Evie’s empty thighs to clench in need.
“An inevitable madness,” she acknowledged softly, understanding now exactly what Lady Margaret had meant by “intentions change.”
Because there was no way that Evie could say good night to Hunter now and return to sleep chastely in the single bed placed next to her elderly companion’s.
* * *
It was as inevitable as night following day, and vice versa, Hunter acknowledged. Indeed, these past two days and nights since they’d left Yorkshire had been absolute torture for him, mentally as well as physically. Because as well as physically responding to Evie’s slightest proximity, he could not seem to stop thinking about her too.
How luscious her lips were.
How creamy the swell of her breasts.
The remembered enticing slenderness of her thighs.
How much he longed to bury his face in her pussy and taste and pleasure her.
He was obsessed.
Possessed.
There could be no other explanation for the torment he suffered, both day and night: Evie had bewitched him.
An enchantment he had no will nor desire to fight as the sight and scent of her now invaded all his senses.
Evie’s pussy lips were plump and red, glistening with the release of those juices that caused her drawers to be constantly wet until she had decided not to wear any.
The nubbin above was so swollen, the hood was pushed back and the tip visible between her folds.
Hunter watched as more of her juices gushed from her slit the moment one of his thumbs caressed lightly up her folds to seek out that pulsing nubbin.
She was already so aroused that a single caress and press against that turgid flesh, along with her pulling on her nipples, was enough to cause her to tense before she cried out. Her back arched, followed by her whole body shaking as she fell completely into a lengthy climax.
Hunter used his shoulders to hold her thighs apart. His thumb continued to caress and rub the pulsing of her clit while he buried his face between her thighs and hungrily lapped up the juices flowing freely from her slit.
Nectar.
Ambrosia fit for the gods.
And it belonged to him.
Every last drop of it.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Evie was boneless and sated by the time she returned to a sense of herself. She had lost count of how many times Hunter had taken her to that earth-shaking release.
