She did as he asked. Without sight, her other senses were sharpened. His lips fluttered over each of her eyelids while his touch moved once more. He caressed her waist, her hips. Kissed her cheeks, her jaw. Back down her body, then. He kissed the tip of each breast. Eyes closed, hands pressed to the bed, she awaited the pleasure he bestowed upon her.
He worshiped her. More kisses on her shoulders, down her arms, all the way to the tips of her fingers.
“May I open my eyes?” she asked, desperate to see him even as her lack of sight enhanced the desire thrumming through her.
“No,” he said against her skin as he kissed her belly next, then her hip. “Part your legs for me, darling.”
Under the guidance of his hands, she did as he commanded, her bare flesh gliding over the luxurious bed linens in a whisper of sound. Cool air hit her hot core. She wondered if he was looking at her there, and then she had her answer when his lips brushed over the bud of her sex.
Her hips jerked, body bowing from the bed. But still she kept her eyes closed, her hands flat at her sides. He cupped her bottom, angling her to his mouth, and then his tongue flicked over her.
She bit her lip to tamp down a moan. The slick glide of him over her starving flesh was more potent with her eyes closed. Molten desire sparked through her. He sucked her entire pearl into his mouth then. The wet sound of his suction echoed through the stillness of the chamber. A helpless cry tore from her. He sucked harder before catching her in his teeth and tugging.
She rocked into him, pumping her hips, desperate for more, seeking the relief only he could give her. “Please, Benedict.”
He hummed against her, the vibration as delicious as his mouth was. “Please what, love? Tell me what you want.”
She wanted the same glorious rush he had given her that morning. Her cheeks prickled with heat. Wicked as it was to be naked in his bed, his mouth upon her most intimate place, she could not give voice to her wanton thoughts.
Instead, she moved her hips in a silent plea.
His tongue slid over her in sweet torment before he moved away. “Tell me.”
“I want your mouth.” The truth was ripped from her.
His hands moved from her rump to stroke her inner thighs in long, slow caresses. But he did not give her what she wanted. He used his fingernails to lightly score her skin. “Where?”
She swallowed, almost wild with need now. “You know where.”
“Here?” He kissed her left thigh.
“No,” she bit out, her fingers tensing in the bedclothes.
His mouth found a sensitive patch of skin on her right thigh next. “Here?”
“No.” She felt as if she were going to burst. The throbbing between her legs was so intense. Her nipples were hard, breasts achy and full. The musk of her own excitement permeated the air.
“Where, love?” He kissed her hipbone. “I want to hear it from your prim and proper lips. Do you want my mouth on your cunny?”
Such a wicked word. Heat whipped through her like a lash.
“Yes.”
“Say it,” he prodded, his voice a decadent, sensual growl she felt to her toes. “Open your eyes and tell me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes opened to find his face a scant inch from where she wanted him most. Their gazes clashed. A physical jolt went through her. “I want your mouth on my cunny,” she whispered.
“With pleasure.” A beautiful smile curved his lips as he lowered his golden head, his stare never leaving hers.
The heels of his palm pushed her legs wider apart, and then he slowly, tantalizingly, ran his tongue over the pulsing bundle hidden in her folds. Ecstasy hit her. She trembled beneath the power of her climax as he sucked her bud back into his mouth. Her fingers clawed at the bedclothes and she thrust herself against him shamelessly, seeking more as bliss roared through her.
The Duke of Westmorland was going to be the end of her. She was certain of it.
This woman wasgoing to be the death of him.
Benedict ran his tongue down Isabella’s slit. Teasing her like this had made the pressure in his ballocks into an almost unbearable ache. His cock was rigid, demanding to be inside her. But still, he took his time, mindful of the fact that she had been a virgin. She could be sore, and he had no wish to hurt her.
Instead, he would make her mindless with lust. As mindless as he was.
