Amelia remained perfectly still, her azure eyes intently fixed on his. When his lips closed around her peeking nipple, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she exhaled a soft sigh, her head tipping back. That was all the encouragement he needed.
He tugged at her gown once more, freeing her other perfectly round breast. Gideon pinched her nipple lightly, taking pleasure in how she squirmed under his touch. He didn’t cease his slow torture, pinching and caressing one nipple while he suckled on the other. Amelia writhed beneath him, shifting back and forth against his thigh as if her need was too much to contain.
Driven by her reactions, Gideon’s desire to pleasure her intensified to new heights. He longed to hear her cry out his name, to see her body convulse in ecstasy beneath him. He could not think of any other time he had ever felt anything like this. Even her rich lavender scent was intoxicating, overwhelming his nose, driving him to the brink of madness. Though his arousal strained painfully against his breeches, he wouldn’t allow himself release yet. He desired to pleasure her first.
His uninjured hand ventured below her gown to the creamy skin of her inner thigh, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips.She tensed, but she did not ask him to stop. Instead, she subtly parted her legs a little wider. A silent invitation.
Gideon answered her call. His fingers gently traced the contours of her inner thigh, moving with a tantalizing slowness. Drifting upwards. Inch by inch. Soon, he felt the first few soft curls at her intimate core and had to rein in his desire to explore further. Instead, he desired to tease, reveling in the shuddering breaths she drew with each delicate brush of his fingers.
With a lone finger, Gideon went a little further, all the while maintaining his seductive pressure on her nipple with his lips. He was blessed with the wet touch of her slickness and he was almost certain she would push him away. He prayed that he was wrong, that Amelia wanted this as much as he did. And his prayers were answered when she grasped his head against her breasts as if she was begging for more.
Gideon had never felt anything like this. He’d had his fair share of sensual experiences, and yet they paled in comparison to the intoxicating spell Amelia had cast upon his senses. With a feather-like touch, he caressed the sensitive nub in between her legs, enjoying the way she writhed into his touches. She was so ready, so pliant in his arms that it took all his strength to keep from tearing her gown off on the spot.
Instead, he pressed a finger against her entrance and she gasped, tensing just a little. Gideon almost pulled his hand away, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable in the slightest, but she suddenly grasped his hand, keeping it where it was. Gideonunderstood what she wanted, understood that she was simply incapable of saying the right words right now.
He longed to hear her sweet gasps and moans. He longed to hear her scream his name, with bated breaths and a tremble in her voice. And it took all his strength to be patient.
Delicately, he slid a finger inside her, and he lifted his head, wanting to witness every nuance of pleasure that danced across her face. Amelia’s eyes fluttered to the back of her head as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure, her body arching gracefully against the table like a goddess. His finger moved with a gentle yet determined rhythm, curling inside her, committed to drawing out every drop of pleasure. He wanted to take his time with her, to ensure he would leave an ever-lasting imprint, so she would never forget this moment.
Slowly, he began to pick up the pace, enjoying the way her breasts shook from the force of her euphoria. She dug her nails into the table, the tablecloth twisting beneath them.
Witnessing her contort in such beautiful agony finally unbuckled Gideon’s restraint. With his spare hand, he bunched up the skirts of her gown and dipped his head between her thighs, his lips hovering just above her most intimate area.
Amelia’s eyes widened. “Wh-what are you… oh my God—”
Her words were instantly silenced as Gideon’s lips pressed against her pearl and began to suckle and lick her delicate folds, sending waves of pleasure shuddering through her body. Herfingers tangled into his dark hair tightly, her knuckles white with tension.
Feeling her muscles quiver around him, Gideon quickened his pace, his tongue and finger working in tandem to bring her to the very edge of ecstasy. Amelia’s breaths grew more and more ragged, until she fell heavily against the table, abandoning her pursuit of his hair entirely.
The sight of her flushed face and the sound of her desperate breaths only served to heighten his own arousal.
A hand clamped to her mouth—as if she was trying her hardest not to scream.
Gideon felt a surge of desire to hear her, to encourage her to let go. It was his castle,hercastle. She could do as she pleased.
But then she shook, letting out a choked gasp. Gideon pressed another finger inside her and picked up the pace, pressing his other hand gently against the bottom of her stomach, feeling the waves of her release. Amelia’s leg shuddered from the force of her climax, a wrangled cry escaping her lips before she finally settled.
As her body relaxed, he withdrew his hand, a satisfied grin playing on his lips as he took in her dazed expression. “How do you feel?” he asked.
Amelia blinked, recognition flooding her eyes. Suddenly she sat up, face stricken with horror.
Gideon hardly had the chance to say anything before she hopped off the table, hastily fixing her gown.
“What’s the matter?” he asked worriedly. “Did I hurt you?”
She stopped in her tracks, giving him a look that cut him straight through his core. After that beautiful experience together, how could she look at him with such… panic?
“Your hand,” she breathed. “You should get it dressed.”
Gideon didn’t know what to say to that and Amelia didn’t stick around to hear anything even if he did. She hurried out of the room, leaving him alone, his hand still bloody and his arousal painfully unattended.
CHAPTER 16
Imust have been out of my godforsaken mind!
The next three days unfolded in slow agony, Amelia’s heart and mind tugging her in every which way. She knew that she should maintain her distance from Gideon, that she should try to let the next few weeks pass by without incident until she received her inheritance. That was the only thing she should be focusing on.
Yet, try as she might, the scene from the dining room remained seared in her memory—what might have happened if she hadn’t come to her senses.
