Never Love a Lord (Foxe Sisters #3)

LOVING A LORD

Julian kissed her lightly. “I’m going to make love to you.”

Sybilla cried out and then her hands found his skin and she sought to absorb him with her palms against his chest, his broad, sculpted shoulders. He was so warm, golden, as if he radiated sunshine, his muscles rounded and hard, the goodness of his body dripping like honey onto her skin.

“Love me now,” she demanded.

He leaned close to her face, staring into her eyes.

“No,” he growled. “You may be used to getting your way, Sybilla Foxe, but not here, not with me. You asked for this and I will oblige you, lady, but I will do to you what I please, when I want to do it.” He moved his hips again and the tip of him touched her.

He spoke against her lips. “Do you understand me?”

Sybilla let go then, going over the edge, her body grasping for him, her hips arching as she cried, “Yes, Julian . . .”