More. He could work with that.
Sweeping her off her feet—eliciting a cry of surprise—he strode to the bed with his wife in his arms, and deposited her on the sheets. She lay on her back, gazing up at him beneath thick lashes, and this—thiswas everything he had ever yearned for.
Kate had always been a proud woman. Too afraid of embarrassing herself by admitting she had sexual cravings like every woman—her mother had taught her that being a good wife was to be demure. Paired with her insistence on being in the limelight, theirs had been a union doomed to failure.
Aurelia had no such reservations. There was suchnaked wantin her eyes that he almost stripped her bare and sank inside her right then. He knew her well enough by now to know she would be ready for him—or as ready as a virgin could be.
But he wanted to make itperfectfor her. He didn’t just want to claim her; he wanted to make it so she would never wish to lie with anyone else.
So instead of giving in to every ravenous impulse, he took his time, sliding her chemise up the silk of her thighs until it gathered at her waist. She watched him, barely breathing.
“I want to taste you,” he said roughly. There was a limit to his control; when hewanted, he struggled to make it sound as though he didn’t. “Will you let me?”
“Tasteme?” Her eyes widened, and she glanced from his head to her exposed cunny. “There?”
“It looks perfect.” And it did, pink and slick, opening like a flower to him. “You’ll like it. And if you don’t, we can stop.”
He had tried with Kate a few times, but she had believed it undignified for a duchess, as though she were a performing courtesan and not a lady. But Aurelia had never been brought up as a lady, and he was counting on her curiosity to provoke her into giving the activity a chance.
Then, if he couldn’t please her, that would be a reflection on his skill.
He would not let that be the case.
“All right…” she whispered, her eyes glassy, sliding half-shut. “If that’s what you want.”
“I do.” He pressed a kiss to her inner knee. “I’ve been dreaming of this for days.”
A long, shuddering breath left her, and he stored that piece of information away. So she liked it when he used his words, did she? “I’ve dreamed of putting my head between your legs and licking you until you come all over my mouth, myshepherdess. I’ve been dreaming of the way you taste and sound. You’ll be so good for me, won’t you?”
Her fingers fisted the bedsheets. “Yes.”
“And you’ll come when I tell you to?”
“I—” When he licked her inner thigh, she relaxed again. “I’ll try…”
“Good girl.” He licked a long line up her other thigh. She tasted delicious, thick with arousal, but he wanted to take his time, until she was dripping for him.
Slowly, he nosed closer, kissing her soft skin all the while, until her hand found its way to his head again, and he finally gave in to the pressure she placed on his scalp, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to her sweetness.
She tasted just as good as he had imagined. And at the first press of his tongue, she let out a long, low moan that filled the room and reminded him of how much he wanted her, yet again. When he entered her—
But for now, he would do everything to make her writhe with pleasure. And when she crested, he would ensure it was his name on her lips.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Aurelia was drifting on a sea of pleasure. Sebastian’s mouth was the rudder, his tongue the wind, the current, dragging her relentlessly onward. Now that she had climaxed once, she knew what to expect, knew that the tightening heat in her lower stomach meant she was approaching another peak.
Her night had gone soright. Some part of her was in wonder, and the other was lost in the sensation of his tongue flicking her as though he intended to savor every last drop. As though she were a feast, and he a starving man.
Yet, despite his urgency, he took his delicious time, bracing his hands against her thighs to open her for him. Under any other circumstances, she would have felt vulnerable and exposed, but he made her feelsafe. How could she be unsure when he looked at her as though he had never seen a woman before her?
All the angry, jealous feelings vanished when he looked at her like that.
He moved, holding her open with his shoulders instead, and brought a single finger to join his mouth. While he sucked on a bundle of nerves that made her back arch, he circled a finger around her entrance. Around and around until she felt as though she would gomad. She’d never had anything push inside before, but now his hand was there, she knew she wanted nothing more than to be filled. She rolled her hips, seeking the fullness, even as he brought her closer to the brink with his mouth.
Her entire body was alive with sensation. She sang with it, and all she needed was that final push to push her over the edge.
“Sebastian…” she gasped.
