Her delectable sucking had weakened his knees. Now, as she reached the base of his shaft, her tongue flicked out, and he nearly lost his seed at the exquisite torture of his future duchess lapping delicately at his balls.
Women had performed fellatio on him before. No one had ever made love to his cock. Had ever worshipped him with such sweet and generous ardor.
“Take my prick deeper,” the bastard growled on the other side. “I want to feel your throat.”
The fact that only a panel of velvet separated them from an audience brought an explosive edge to Alaric’s arousal. It required all of his self-restraint not to groan aloud as Emma apparently took inspiration from the other’s command. With awkwardness as endearing as it was erotic, she proceeded to cram as much of his cock as she could into her mouth.
She choked a little, and he almost shot his seed then and there.
Dark, dominant urges roared over him. He’d let her play long enough. After all that he’d disclosed to her this night, he required quid pro quo, and he would take it in the form of her sensual submission.
Hooking a finger inside her choker, he drew her from his prick. She released him with a barely perceptiblepopthat seared his nerve endings. In the moonlight, her eyes were fathomless jewels, a thousand times more brilliant than the diamond at her throat. Her hands fell to her sides, and she waited, her cheeks flushed, her surrender utterly perfect.
Wordlessly, he wrapped a hand around his cock. The other he placed at the back of her head to guide her. Silently, he mouthed, “Open.”
Her lashes fluttered. Then, obediently, she parted her lips.
Satisfaction roared through him—and that wasbeforehe slid inside. Her mouth enveloped him like hot silk, and his jaw clenched against a hiss of pure bliss. He forced himself to go slow, feeding her an inch of his cock at a time, getting her used to taking him this way. The sight of his shaft disappearing betwixt her lips made his seed rise, his balls pulsing, yet he reined in the impulse to thrust as deep as he could go. Instead, he kept the pace slow, easy. Drawing in and out, each time going deeper.
When he felt her tense, he palmed her jaw, urging her to relax. Somehow she understood him perfectly, her muscles softening, and he plunged in farther. Suddenly the constriction disappeared altogether, his fingers gripping her scalp as he went all the way in, his sensitive head butting her silken throat. Panting, he withdrew at once... and her hands clutched his hips, urging him back inside.
Christ Almighty.
Everything around him blurred as he succumbed to his animal urges. The frenzied sounds of the other couple faded to the wild drumming in his chest as he drove into her mouth, fucked it, and she took everything he gave her, everything he was. Her hot, selfless giving incinerated his defenses. The warning sizzle shot up his shaft, and with his last ounce of sanity, he tried to pull free of her kiss.
She wouldn’t let him. Her hands gripped his hips, her gaze held his, and his world turned inside out. He bit down to prevent himself from shouting, tasted the tang of blood as pleasure detonated. He shuddered, shooting uncontrollably, pouring himself into her.
Over his galloping heartbeat, he heard shuffling, whispered words and laughter, the door opening and closing, leaving them alone. Emma tucked him back into his trousers; after the raw eroticism of their exchange, her prim efficiency made his lips twitch. He helped her to her feet, and when she smiled at him, another part of his anatomy twitched as well.
With his thumb, he wiped away the glistening dew at the corner of her mouth.
“Missed a drop,” he said hoarsely.
She flushed to the roots of her hair; she looked adorably pleased with herself.
“Practice makes perfect,” she said.
Her prosaic tone rustled a laugh from his chest. “If you get any more perfect, you’ll kill me.” Drawing her close, he kissed her, and the trace of his salt on her lips made him harden with shocking speed. “I haven’t yet returned the favor.”
Her cheeks grew even pinker. “You needn’t. I enjoyed that as much as you did.”
“I’m certain that’s not possible.”
“I wanted to give you something special. And you let me.” She caressed his jaw. “That is a gift in itself.”
The tenderness in her eyes, her touch, swamped him with pleasure.Relax and enjoy this. She’s different. Not like the others.
At the same time, inexplicable panic surged.Don’t let her see who you really are. Don’t make the same mistakes. Stay in control.
“Thank you,” he managed. “Your gift was as unique as you are.”
A grin tucked into her cheeks. “I’ll take that as a compliment, your grace.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The next morning found Emma in the carriage with her brother. They were on their way to Silas Webb’s tenement in Whitechapel, and the very fact that she’d been included on the excursion filled her with happiness.
“Thank you for bringing me along, Ambrose,” she said.
