There was only one way to make her see reason.
“If I had a heart, I would surely feel guilty for doing this.”
To prove his point, he tugged at the bedclothes she was presently using as a shield. They fell away with ease, revealing her gorgeous breasts. He lowered his head and sucked one hard, pink nipple into his mouth.
She made a soft sound of desire, arching her back, her fingers running through his hair, so he sucked harder. “Oh.My.That is…” He used his teeth, gently nipping at her. “You are trying to distract me, you wicked man.”
He moved to her other breast, running his tongue around the stiff, pouty peak. “Is it working?”
“Perhaps.”
“Then I shall have to be more diligent.” He whipped the bedclothes away and kissed down her body until he reached the prize he sought.
Gently guiding her legs apart, he parted her folds with his thumbs, revealing the swollen bud at the top of her slit. He sucked her clitoris with lusty appreciation. She tasted so good, her hips undulating beneath him as she surrendered to the pleasure he could give her. She was already deliciously wet and ready. With scarcely any coaxing, he had her legs over his shoulders and her bottom in his hands as he pulled her cunny to his face.
He feasted on her, licking and sucking, fucking her with his tongue, nibbling at her pearl. He lost himself to the velvet heat of her, to the breathy sounds she emitted somewhere above him,to the rolling of her hips as she urged him on. This was what he could give her, lessons in pleasure and naught else. He traded in desire alone, for he had seen firsthand the pain and destruction that love caused.
He had vowed he would never visit that upon another.
When he had Rhiannon at the edge, he stopped, lifting his head. He kissed her inner thigh, mesmerized by how beautiful she was, her hair tangled around her head, creamy skin flushed.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, her breaths ragged, eyes glazed.
“Because I haven’t a modicum of compunction, and I want to be inside you when you come.” He shifted her and then rolled her to her stomach. “Get on your knees for me, sweet.”
“Is this another lesson?” The saucy minx wanted to know.
He bit one soft, fleshy cheek lightly. “Do as I ask.”
She turned her head on the pillow, a tendril of golden hair on her cheek. “Or?”
Aubrey traced a lone finger lightly down her slick seam from behind. “Or I won’t let you come.”
She pouted. “That isn’t fair.”
He teased her entrance with a light graze, making her writhe. “You see? I’m not a good man. I want you to beg me.”
“Aubrey.”
“On your knees.”
She rose onto her knees, her gorgeous arse in the air, her cunny on full display. He kissed her there, running his tongue through her folds until she was quivering beneath him. And then he stopped again.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to admit that you have a heart,” she protested, tenacious to the last, even as her body was all but weeping to be claimed.
He licked into her. “Never.”
She made a frustrated sound.
“There is only one thing I can give you, minx. I can give it to you so well.” He dragged his mouth higher, wanting to shock her, needing to claim every part of her with a ferocity that would frighten him if he took the time to study it. He licked from her entrance then higher, toying with the rosebud of her back entrance, using his tongue on her until she gasped.
“What are you… That is…”
“Wicked.” God, the things he could teach her. Show to her. Do to her. If only he had the time. But he was also painfully aware she was still a neophyte and they had a fleeting number of days left. “I’m a very bad man. I did try to warn you. You should have stayed away.”
To emphasize his point, he slid his hand under her, his finger unerringly finding her clitoris. She bucked beneath him, closer than ever to coming. He worked her for a few moments before retreating.
