Chapter Eleven #2
“Such gammon.” She squeaked with pleasure when he gave her nipples a light pinch that left her reeling with twin threads of decadence and lovely pain cycling through her body.
Diana sagged against the shelf, trapped between them and this man as she gave herself over to his care.
She was as limp as cooked porridge already, and all he’d done was play at her breasts.
The more she tried to gather her composure, the more she was shaken at her intense reaction from his teasing as well as her own blatant need for more.
“Let us move to the next stage of this night, hmm?” The gleam in his moss-green eyes meant trouble for her as he moved her to the ladder.
“I wished to seduce you, though.”
“Then you should have established that from the outset.”
Trapped between his arms and the ladder, Diana’s pulse pounded as he peppered her nape with feather-weighted kisses. “Not fair.” Each time his lips and fingers glanced over her skin, her willpower dissolved into dust.
More of her cares melted away.
“All is fair in carnal games, my dear.” He turned her around so that she faced the ladder then slowly, he drew up her black taffeta skirting while nuzzling into the crook of her shoulder.
When her sensitized nipples grazed one of the ladder’s wooden rungs, a wave of desire swept over her. She bit her bottom lip to stifle an unexpected whimper. “Rake.”
The viscount pulled her backside flush to his front. “There is a strong connection between us, and perhaps that is what I was before.”
She frowned. “Before what?” Was it vain to want to hear him say the words?
“Before you.” He snaked a hand around her hips, glanced it along her mons to furrow a finger through her feminine curls. “Let me in, Diana. I want you as much as you want me.”
“Gladly, for I wasn’t best pleased to have our affair interrupted.”
Chuckling, he widened her stance with a knee.
Then he glided his fingers along her flesh made slick from his teasing, back and forth in a mesmerizing rhythm, drawing forth her arousal.
“I adore how primed you are.” Before she could utter a response, he’d coaxed her swelling nubbin out of hiding, rubbing it.
Diana moaned. With each pass of those talented fingers, shivers of raw need fell over her, fracturing throughout her body into every nerve ending. Damn, how could he bring her that close to the edge without much effort?
“I can’t remember the last time I met a woman who has completely arrested my life.
” Over and over, he worked that tiny bundle of nerves, and when she couldn’t hold back another moan, he grinned, his lips sliding over her nape.
“And I think you’re a vixen in disguise, one who just needed the correct key to set you free. ”
“Perhaps,” she managed to gasp out and curled her fingers around the side of the ladder merely to keep herself upright. Any second, she’d hurtle over that edge into bliss.
“Atterbury was an idiot. He wasted all that time, when he had the best of all women at his side. God, I wish he was alive so I could kill him for that.” Just when she thought she’d break from the exquisite torment, Nathaniel withdrew his hand.
He turned her about so that her arse lay perched on a wooden tread.
Ragged desire reflected in his eyes. “He never deserved you.”
“I know, but he is in the past, and I’d like to keep him there.
” She met his gaze. “No more teasing, Holdcraft. I need you.” This was improper and outrageously scandalous.
His name and reputation wouldn’t be ruined if they were discovered in highly compromising positions.
Yet that didn’t prevent her from wanting everything he would give, everything they would explore together.
“I know exactly how you feel.” Once more he drew up her skirting and bunched it at her waist. As he dropped to his knees, he grinned up at her. Then he gripped her inner thighs and splayed her open. “I could spend days paying tribute to your thighs, your feminine folds.”
It wasn’t poetry, but it had the same effect. The sensation of falling assailed her. She buried the fingers of one hand into his hair. “Nathaniel, I…” Her voice cut off in a squeak as he touched his mouth to her button.
He chuckled. The vibrations sent her into another level of delight and wonder. And he began the next stage of his seduction.
“Merciful heavens.” From the moment he employed his lips and hot tongue to her most sensitive, private parts, Diana slowly lost the last vestiges of her sanity.
“I’ve wanted you to do this since that first time…
” She couldn’t catch her breath, for with each nibble, every nip, all the swipes and strokes of his tongue, she was hurled higher and higher into pleasure where she’d ever gone before.
Wild sensation coursed through her body.
She shook from it. Tears unashamedly fell to her cheeks for the feelings were too big, too much, too overwhelming, and they swept her soul clear of most of the sadness and hopelessness she’d felt in recent days.
Never once did he shy away from his work.
He was a man bent on tossing her over the edge, and she hovered there, trapped, waiting with held breath and a hammering heart for him to release her into that dark void.
Except that descent into release never came.
The wicked man kept her poised on the razor’s edge, pinning her there again and again with every penetrating stroke of his tongue, each calculated nibble, every new torment of suction on that swollen button until she implored him to stop lest she perish from the sensations.
She curled her hand into his hair alternately to shove him away and cease the exquisite torture, but also to hold him to her tighter exactly where she needed him.
Fearing she’d faint from the need threatening to tear her apart, Diana squirmed, but he gripped her thighs that much tighter to keep her in place on that dratted ladder.
Only when she’d met him had she finally had her carnal needs met.
She shook as tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks.
Her legs fell open wider as her back arched, which put her deeper into his care.
She’d not managed to achieve such gratification with her own fingers as he gave her now.
“I’m nearly there.” The rushed whisper was filled with blatant pleading, but she didn’t care. He was everything she’d ever wanted in a lover. When he didn’t appear to have heard her, she clutched the sides of the ladder above her head. “I need—Ah!”
The dam holding back the mounting pressure within broke.
She shattered in spectacular fashion, fell into that black void full of the most wonderful bliss as her inner walls convulsed with a strong release.
She threw back her head, opened her mouth, yet no sound emerged.
That was how it was each time the viscount made her fly.
He glanced at her, but she was barely aware. “So beautiful,” he said with a smug grin. “Perhaps I’m selfish, but I want you to spend again merely so I can watch.”
“I don’t think I can.” Already, she was as limp as a wet rag.
“Oh, you will.”
Despite the fact her body shook as if she’d shoot right off the ladder and launch through the rooftop, he continued to worry her swollen, hypersensitive button.
When he inserted two fingers, pumping them in and out of her shuddering passage, she bucked against his hand while imagining those fingers were his length spearing into her.
But then he twisted those digits in order to massage a spot on her spasming flesh that finished her off.
“Nathaniel!” The word was long and drawn out in a keening wail.
She couldn’t even summon embarrassment from that utterance, for she hurtled over the edge into a hard release that stole her breath and rendered her temporarily unable to move.
Her thighs trembled in time to her racing pulse, while strong contractions rocked through her.
Finally, he withdrew, and she collapsed into the rungs of the ladder, uncaring that the hard wood dug into her skin or that she most likely resembled a broken doll.
“I adore seeing you come undone and knowing that it was me who sent you to the stars.” There was no mistaking the smugness in his voice.
Heat went through her cheeks, but she hadn’t the strength to deny he had skill. “Amazing.”
“We’re not done yet, and I think you know it.” The viscount removed a pristine handkerchief from an interior pocket. He watched her as he wiped the shiny moisture from his face. “Shall we continue?”
Unfulfilled longing circled through her body.
Though he’d sent her flying, the urge to feel his body moving against—in—hers wouldn’t quiet.
“God, yes. It’s why I originally came here tonight.
” Slowly, she peeled herself from the ladder.
Her knees were decidedly wobbly, much to the viscount’s amusement.
“If you can’t stand, I’ve done my job well.” He chuckled and the sound sent awareness into the areas he’d already made tingling. “Do you wish for proper or unorthodox?”
“As if what we’ve already done has been proper.
” She slipped her gaze down his body. The outline of his engorged member was clear in his buff-colored breeches.
He was quite aroused, and she couldn’t wait to feel that thick length inside her body.
With a trembling smile, she let him lead her toward one of the leather sofas, but instead of laying her down, he urged her toward a bolstered end. “Nathaniel?”
“You’ll enjoy this.” Gently, and with the veriest tremble to his hand, he eased her upper half over the end. Seconds later, he shoved her skirting upward, bunching it at her waist. “Bid me nay, Diana, and I’ll leave off.”
Anticipation swamped her. “Claim me. I can wait no longer.”
“I adore it when you beg,” he said in a whisper as he leaned over her body while wrenching his frontfalls down. “But I adore even more the opportunity to fuck you senseless.”