Chapter Twelve #3
All he had to do was take her. She would not resist him if he wanted to finish it now. Indeed, her body, heated by his sinful caresses, was ready—hot and wet and willing.
And, as was his custom, he did not.
Sebastien moved his hands down her legs now, grasped the bottom of the tunic and lifted it over her head.
Flinging it over the bench, he began working on the laces at her shoulders to loosen her sleeves.
She waited for him to do something, attempt some provocative touch, but none came.
A few minutes later, after removing the sleeves, he slid the gown from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
When she was dressed in only the sheer chemise she wore under her gowns, he turned her to face him. His desire for her, plainly written on his face, encouraged her own. But she was not as naive as he thought her to be.
“I know your methods now, my lord. You have some experience in the ways of the flesh and are teaching my body your ways while hoping I do not notice.”
He laughed and nodding, admitted it. “Am I succeeding in my attempts, my lady?”
Then, when she would have liked to deny him his victory, he untied his own tunic and pulled it over his head. His shirt was next, revealing the wide expanse of his muscular chest to her sight, and then his fingers reached for the laces on his trews.
“You triumphed weeks ago, Sebastien. I just did not know it.” She admitted the truth to him now. “You have pushed me to the edge of my own control and have won the battle. I hope it pleases you.”
He stopped and looked at her. His wicked smile spoke of his satisfaction in this battle of wills and wants.
“Oh, lady, I am most pleased.” But instead of reaching for her as she expected, he walked to the bed and pulled the blankets loose.
“Come, the room cools and the bed will be much warmer for us.”
Lara took the hand he offered, climbed onto the bed and slid over to the side where she usually found herself upon awakening.
Sebastien turned away to tug off his trews, and then put out the candles that still burned and banked the fire in the hearth.
She stared in fascination at the way his thighs and back flexed as he walked and how the color of his skin changed at his waist. Above was tanned from being in the sun; below was paler from not.
She noticed his reaction when he faced her; that part of him she’d felt against her back now stood straight up.
He would fill the empty place in her that she had never even realized existed.
In more ways than simply the physical way, he would satisfy her needs.
“It is hard,” were the only words she could think to say.
“It is that, lady. As it has been almost from the moment that I saw you on the battlements and you refused me entrance to your castle.”
“You desired me then?”
He climbed on the bed and knelt before her. “Aye, there was desire, although more than once I could not discern if the desire to kill you was stronger than the desire to kiss you.”
“And now?” she asked, needing no answer, for the proof was before her eyes.
Sebastien leaned forward and crawled over her legs.
Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her down until she lay under him and then, grasping the edge of her chemise, he tore it until she was exposed to his gaze.
He bent down and kissed her mouth. “I want…” he whispered as he moved his mouth to her neck.
“I want to kiss you.” His mouth was hot and wet against her skin. “And taste you.”
Now he moved, kissing a path down her throat onto the slopes of her breasts.
He suckled there, stronger and stronger, and he used his teeth against that skin until she thought she would scream.
She did scream when his mouth covered the sensitive tips of her breasts, and instead of startling him, it seemed to urge him on.
Moisture poured from that place between her legs and it began to throb and ache.
And still he used only his mouth. He pressed his face against her belly and then held her hips as he rubbed his chin against the place between her legs. Surprised by his actions, she discovered that the pressure created by his chin and the roughness of a day’s length of beard aroused her.
“And taste you,” he repeated as he moved between her legs and spread her open to his view and his touch. When he leaned down and suckled there, she could not control the spasms of pleasure that shot through her.
Lara tried to grab his hair to pull him away, even as she lost all desire to make him cease.
He batted at her hands and, with a deep laugh, kissed and touched and tasted her in that most private place.
Then, instead of stopping when her peak was upon her and filling her as he had before, he urged her over that precipice, making her body do as he wanted with a more insistent touch of his mouth and more ardent attention with his tongue.
When her body finally stopped spasming beneath his touch, she could not move. He still knelt over her and she waited for him to lie next to her. But, that part of him was still hard, and it looked larger than before. The expression in his eyes told her he was not done with her.
“I had no idea that a man could do such a thing to a woman.”
He smiled gently at her. “There are many things a man can do to a woman.” He kissed her belly and her body shuddered.
“Are there such things a woman can do to a man?” she asked, suspecting she already knew the answer…or some of it.
“Aye, Lara. Many things can be done.”
He kissed her on the mouth now and she could taste the musky flavor of her own release there. “Can you show me another?”
And with very little urging, Sebastien taught her many more things that could be done between men and women before they slept that night.