The rough, erotic words kindled an odd spark low in her belly. Georgianna didn’t know who she was when she was around him. Her thoughts tripped and stumbled over each other. On top of what?She must have asked it aloud for the corner of his mouth hitched in a smile so sensual, she felt the pull of it from below her navel.
“On top of me, wife, seated on my cock.”
His tone was mild, but deviltry danced in his eyes. She took a shaky breath. Why did her belly feel so hot…the flesh between her legs achy?
Daniel cupped her cheek, feathering his thumb over her flesh. “What I cannot understand is the sweet innocence I see in your eyes. Have I not introduced you to any sort of pleasure? With my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow,” he said, trailing his fingers over the hollow of her throat. “Did I not say these words to you, wife?”
Something warm and heady unfurled inside her chest, alarming her.It matters not if he calls me wife… It is all fake…
He lowered his head, brushing the softest of kisses across the bridge of her nose. Georgianna could not explain the inexplicable sensation scything through her heart. Her breath hitched, and an impossible pain pierced her chest.Oh, why do I now want things that are just not possible?“I…”
“Even if we did not consummate, did I worship you with my body, Mrs. Stannis? Did I kiss and tease and taste you, hmm? Did I make these pretty lips wrap around my cock and suck and madden me with delight?”
His forehead brushed across hers, and she felt the restraint in his touch. “Did I splay you naked atop our bed and kiss every inch of this delectable, lush body? Did I linger over your pearl?”
“My pearl?” she asked hoarsely.
He arched a brow, his mouth quirking in a shadow of amusement, then he reached between the tight fit of their bodies and pressed two fingers right on her mound. Georgianna’s knees weakened and she clutched at his shoulders. A terrible quiver of excitement filled her belly.
“Are you really seeing your menses, wife?”
The tightening of her belly was equal parts anticipation and nervousness. Still, she whispered the truth. “No.”
A low, sensual chuckle vibrated from him. “I assure you, given the work I have been doing around our home I am quite fit for all types of strenuous activity. In fact, I’ll relish this one.”
Oh God.
This close, she could feel the thump of his heart against hers, the heat that poured off him and wrapped around her. Daniel arched her, lowered his head, and drew her nipple into his mouth. Georgianna felt the heat of his mouth even through the nightgown, and she whimpered, feeling almost bewildered by the twisting knots of sensation which started in her chest and shot to her belly, then settled lower. He sucked harder until her nipples ached, and she cried out when he rubbed his two fingers over her mound down over the throbbing folds of her sex.
Those wicked fingers caught on her nub and pressed hard. Georgianna cried out, jerking onto the tips of her toes, so acute and destructive were the sensations. He released the tip of her breast from his tormenting mouth and dragged his lips up to her clavicle, where he sucked at the pulse beating madly at her throat. She held him to her, trembling as he started to drag his fingers back and forth, over and over along her sex until she grew so wet and desperate, she was mortified. Georgianna pressed her face against his chest, biting into his muscles to stop the wild sounds escaping her throat.
He grunted…or was it a growl? The sound only served to enflame her senses more.
“Fuck…” he hissed. “I need to feel you…”
“Yes,” she breathed.
With violent sensuality, he shoved her nightgown up, delving his fingers between her legs and finding her slickness. She sank her teeth even deeper into the muscles of his chest when his bare fingers found her folds. There was no hesitancy in his touch, just a bold carnality that sent her senses reeling and a desperate sob to lift from her throat.
Those fingers pinched her clitoris, rubbed, circled, drove her mad with delicious want. Shocks of pleasure raced from her throbbing nipples to her aching nub. Georgianna released his flesh from her teeth, fearing she would break his skin. His head dipped, nudging against hers in a sensual stroke.
“Daniel,” she whispered his name, when the coil of sensation drew too tight and desperate.
“Kiss me, wife.”
Georgianna lifted her mouth at that rough command, spearing her fingers through his hair and pressing her lips to his, allowing their mouths and tongues to tangle in a passionate kiss. Regret and fear already beat at her senses, but she felt almost helpless against his ravishment, hooked by the unfathomable desire coursing through her.
He glided his fingers down, nudged her thighs wider with his, and pushed two of those fingers deep within her body. Her mind blanked, and she whimpered at the burn of pain and agonizing pleasure. He used his thumb to press and circle her nub while stroking hotly in and out of her. Georgianna shattered, screaming into his mouth, and he swallowed down the sound, emitting a groan of his own.
Oh God, I am so wet, she silently wailed, feeling the blush over her entire body. He dropped to his knees, gripped her hips, and dragged her sex onto his mouth.
“Daniel!”
Fire coasted over her body in wicked, undulating waves.Surely this is too indecent!
She gripped his hair, her legs weakening until she collapsed against the post of the bed. His masculine chuckle vibrated against her mons. He did not lift his head but opened her legs wider and licked along her folds. Her entire body shook, and all her awareness contracted to his mouth licking hotly over her most intimate flesh. He worked her clitoris with his tongue until she unraveled yet again with a keening sob.
He pushed her nightgown farther up, licking upward, biting the flesh of her lower belly, flicking his tongue over her navel. Daniel rose, one of his hands sweeping up her thighs, the other gripping her hair in a possessive clasp, angling her head for his mouth.
