“Oh,” she exhaled on a pleasured groan. “But…”
“But?”
She angled back, her mouth formed into a playful pout. “You promised me your bed, Lord Devil.”
With great difficulty, he dragged himself away from her and continued up the stairs. When they entered the bedroom, he reached for her hand, but it was she who took his and led him toward the bed that was much too grandiose to be considered tasteful. Eyes glinting with mischief, she pushed him to a seat on the edge of the mattress. Clearly, Lady Godiva had a few ideas of her own. Anticipation quickened through his veins.
“You’re the sort of lover who derives pleasure from giving,” she said.
“I am.”
No sense in denying it.
Denial only deprived one of pleasure.
“Now, it’smyturn to give.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Beatrix placed her hands on his thighs and sank to her knees between them.
Oh, lord.
In defiance of the limits of physical possibility, Dev’s cock got harder.
Sure, slender fingers unbuttoned the falls of his trousers, previous experience making light work of them, freeing his length, cool night air caressing its sensitive, velvet skin.
His cock throbbed.
Beatrix angled back and took him in.
Her mouth was inches away.
His cock ached.
She bit her bottom lip between her teeth and lifted her gaze. “Blimey, you’re big.”
Blimey.
It was the word a kitchen maid would use or even Lady Godiva Gallop—and it was the word Beatrix would use, too.
He liked that about her.
Fingers that held a tremble lightly brushed up and down his length before closing around him at the base. She angled forward, and he felt the warmth of her breath in the instantbefore she touched her tongue to him. Her gaze lifted, and he was nearly undone on the spot as she took him into her mouth and began moving both mouth and hand along his shaft, in a rhythm quickly established.
Raw pleasure struck through him, as he watched her…felt her…pleasuring him. A long groan scraped across his throat. Never had it been likethis. All-encompassing pleasure because of who gave it—Beatrix.
Within the fiction they’d created, she was able to be entirely herself, real and present, giving herself to him, freely and without expectation.
Because she wanted him and he wanted her.
He wanted her.
And he knew.
He would never stop wanting her.
Oh, but her mouth felt so good…and her tongue had begun having ideas of its own, its skill increasing with every second.Talented, that nimble, velvet tongue of hers.
