“I only want to make you feel good.”
He trailed more kisses past the corner of her lips, over the soft curve of her jaw, and then down her neck.
Sibyl let out a soft moan as he nipped her neck. The bite was not hard enough to leave a mark, but prominent enough that she felt it searing through her body.
“You have been through so much,” he muttered against her skin.
Her breath caught as his hand settled on her thigh. It wasn’t a touch she wanted to shy away from. If anything, her legs parted.
“And you, my dear Duchess,” he continued, pressing closer, “deserve everything pleasurable and good in life. I intend to give you everything you have missed out on. Let me show you how good touch can be.”
“Please,” she whispered, still trying to arch into him.
There was not one ounce of fear within her, not as his hands slid up her body to cup her breasts. He tugged down her bodice, glancing up at her long enough to receive her assent.
But then he didn’t look away, not as he leaned in to wrap his lips around her left nipple. His eyes were dark, and when he lowered his hips between her legs, she could feel his erection pressing against her.
Sibyl gasped as he sucked hard and swirled his tongue around her nipple.
“Heavens, your body is sinful,” Gabriel groaned.
He didn’t stop his ministrations, his mouth barely detaching from her breast, not until he switched to the right one. He lavished it with just as much attention until her hips were bucking, seeking relief from the building pressure.
As he licked and sucked, his hands wandered further, smoothing up her thighs until her skirts were bunched up around her hips, baring her skin. He sank to his knees in front of her, and she pushed herself up on her elbows, confused.
“Wh-What are you doing?” she asked, her voice hitching as his face lowered between her legs.
He kissed her mound, and she jolted.
“You have had a child.” Gabriel frowned. “Your husband never explored you with his tongue?”
“I can absolutely tell you that he did not,” Sibyl huffed, blushing.
Seeing him from such an angle made her stomach flutter. Her heart raced, but for once it was not from panic or nerves. It was sheer sexual anticipation.
“No?”
“He only touched me once,” Sibyl admitted. “Long enough to consummate our marriage. It was short, not at all sweet, and I was very underwhelmed. And he most definitely did not put his mouth… there.”
Gabriel muttered a dark curse, pressing his forehead to her inner thigh. “Heavens,Sibyl. No man should ever leave you feeling unsatisfied and underwhelmed. I want to make you tremble with pleasure. I want to make you feel so good that you cannot stop waiting for the next time. I want to make you dream of me pleasuring you, educate you on sex, and how a man’s touch shouldfeel. I will take my time enjoying you, Sibyl, if you will let me.”
Sibyl nodded, biting her lip.
“Words, Sibyl,” he urged.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
“More,” he growled.
“Pleasure me,” she pleaded. “I want your mouth on me, Gabriel. Heavens, I want to feel your tongue there.”
“You beg so beautifully,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I do not know how any man has not been utterly obsessed with your thighs. I wish to drown in them—drown inyou.”
“Then please,” she moaned, her mind spiraling.
Gabriel smirked before finally diving between her legs.
She jolted at the feel of his warm mouth on her, already sensitive and ready. She could feel arousal pooling between her legs and his tongue lapping it up.
