Chapter Fifteen #3
Tremors went through her chest to seize about her heart. “You can’t throw it all away because of me.”
“It’s my damned decision. And don’t you think love is worth more than that?” Then he gripped her inner thighs and splayed her open, encouraged one of her legs over his shoulder. “Damn, I’ll never tire of eating you out, hearing you spend.”
The words filled her with warmth. He wasn’t a poet, but perhaps he didn’t need to be, yet anticipation battled with anxiety in her belly.
“It’s for the best, and you know it.” Diana kept her fingers buried in his hair, holding him to her but wanting to push him away.
“We can’t—” Her voice cut off in a squeak as he put his mouth to her button.
He chuckled and the vibrations sent her into another level of delight and wonder. And he began the next stage of his seduction—or rather his last attempt at a plea to win her.
“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.
Though he’d treated her to this delight before, right now, 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, into a world he alone had introduced her to.
He has made me fly in so many ways.
Wild sensation coursed through her body that she shook from it.
Tears unashamedly fell to her cheeks, for everything was too big, too much, too overwhelming…
too sad. Losing him fast on the heels of losing her father would certainly bury her.
Never once did the viscount shy away from his work.
He was a man bent on tossing her over the edge, and she hovered there, trapped, waiting with a hammering heart for him to give her up into that dark void.
Then she could finally think clearly again.
But he didn’t. Not even when she begged him. Repeatedly, not caring her maid might hear if she was about. “Nathaniel, please, leave off!”
He merely grunted and 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 nubbin until she squirmed and bucked against his face, praying for some sort of relief.
She curled her hand into his hair alternately to shove him away and cease the exquisite torment but also to hold him to her tighter, guide him to exactly where she needed him.
How can I give him up, but how can I ruin his legacy to do that?
“Oh, oh, oh…” Her body shook; the relentless pressure in her lower belly built and coiled and stacked. Fearing she would break apart, Diana squirmed, but he gripped her hip tighter to keep her in place.
When he chuckled against her flesh, it was almost the end of her, but he kept on as if he were the rake he used to be.
“Nathaniel!” She shook as tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks. Her back arched of its own accord, which put her deeper into his care. “I am going to break.”
“That is the purpose of this exercise.” Then he followed the comment with a particularly strong bit of suction.
“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 violent release.
A half-muffled scream left her throat, for it was so glorious, and he would surely leave a hole in her life when they parted.
The viscount glanced up, but she was barely aware as she floated in a realm not bound to Earth. “Because I’m a bastard, come again for me, show me how much your body wants me. And remember, Diana, you are the only woman I ever want to share such intimacy with for the remainder of my life.”
It was a sweet sentiment that marked large growth from him, and while her heart trembled, she remained resolute.
Despite the fact her body shook, he continued to worry her swollen, hypersensitive button.
When he inserted two fingers, pumping them in and out of her convulsing passage, she writhed against his hand while imagining those fingers were his length spearing into her.
Then he twisted those digits as he’d done once before to massage a spot on her inner walls that separated her soul from her body.
“Oh, heavens!” The words were drawn out in a keening wail.
Thinking was beyond her as Diana hurtled over the edge into a second hard release that stole her breath and rendered her temporarily unable to move.
Her thighs trembled in time to her racing pulse, while flutters ran riot in her core as strong contractions rocked through her.
Finally, when the viscount was finished, he withdrew his fingers and pulled away yet he gently guided her leg off his shoulder until she stood on unsure footing.
“I adore watching you come undone.” There was no mistaking the smugness in his voice. “God, Diana, how can you not know how good we are together?”
She hadn’t the strength to deny his words, but for the good of his future, she would remain firm in her decision. “Please leave. You are making things worse.”
“Not until you give me the words I’m longing to hear.” Stepping briefly away, he fumbled at his discarded clothing for a handkerchief which he used to wipe the moisture from his face. “If you prove stubborn, I’ll match that because I know I’m right in this.”
Seconds later, he caught her in his arms and then tossed her onto the bed, and she fell once more into heated sensations that prevented her from all common sense.