Two more hooks, and he tugged at the ribbon holding her chemise, freeing her breasts to his hungry gaze.Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him roughly and lifted her to him so that he could feast on the bounty now displayed.He nuzzled the valley between her breasts before turning to catch one sensitive nipple between his lips.
Fiona cried out shortly, catching her lip between her teeth to stifle her impassioned cries as he drew deeply on her flesh.She held him fast against her, as if he could get any closer, but it wasn’t enough.Her body knew what power he possessed now, what bliss he could bring, and she wanted more.
“Harry.”
Lifting his head at her whispered plea, he met her gaze with eyes so dark she could only gasp at the emotion there.It wasn’t the turbulence she had seen at the Onslow ball that darkened them to the deep indigo she saw, but raw emotion, carnal hunger, and her body trembled with a rush of wantonness to answer the plea she saw there.
“Oh, Harry, yes.”
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, pushing the counterpane aside to deposit her on the white sheets.
“You look like a luscious chocolate presented on a white pillow,” he said roughly.“Delectable.”
Fiona couldn’t stop the blush that crept up her cheeks and ran her palms over the sheets self-consciously.“I chose the black only because I...”
“Shh,” he murmured with a roguish grin.“Don’t ruin the fantasy.”
Harry never took his eyes off her as he went to the door and locked it with an audible click that she thought sounded her doom.
She only wished he’d hurry up about it.
But he took his time and slowly worked the knots of his tie loose as he returned to the side of the bed.He tossed the tie aside, devouring her with his eyes, stoking the fiery desire within her without even touching her.
If he continued disrobing at such a leisurely pace, Fiona was certain she would explode before he even laid a finger on her.
Chapter 31
Why do I continue to try?Harry has humiliated me (I know you know nothing of it, diary.I wrote only that I could not bear to even write of it here).But be assured that it is so.Then he ignored me quite rudely.Still, I am placing myself in his path at every turn.
My head calls me a fool.My heart, however, will not be denied.
~From the Diary of Lady Fiona MacKintosh—Apr 1893
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“Harry...”
