All his carefully forged restraint came undone at that moment. Slowly, he set down his glass. When he looked at her again, his expression had changed.
“If I touch you now,” he said, his voice dark and deliberate, “I will not stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” She swallowed hard.
He could not have her. Not yet. Not fully.
But he could teach her.
He leaned forward, his gaze burning into hers. “Undress,” he murmured.
Rachel’s breath caught.
She hesitated, but only for a moment. Then, slowly, her fingers went to the tie of her robe. She loosened it, the fabric slipping from her shoulders, pooling onto the floor.
Simon’s eyes darkened, his gaze sweeping over the curves on her delicate frame. It was as though she had been crafted, chiseledto perfection. Blood pumped between his legs, and his thoughts grew even more clouded.
“Come here.”
She complied yet again, stepping forward and closing the distance between them.
When she reached him, he grasped her wrist, his fingers wrapping around her delicate skin as he guided her hand lower, pressing it against her most intimate part.
Rachel gasped, her knees nearly buckling, but Simon’s other hand was there, steadying her.
His lips brushed against her ear. “Now, I will show you how to take care of yourself,” he whispered.
Rachel trembled, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
And Simon—who had meant only toteachher—realized that keeping his hands to himself was going to be impossible.
He slipped his hands around her waist, inching towards her femininity. A small sigh escaped her lips as he first began to massage the curve of her buttocks.
“Tell me, Duchess,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, “do you want me to touch you?”
“Y-yes,” she moaned, shakily.
“Mm.” His lips found her neck, leaving a hot trail of kisses. He relished the sound of her moans as he did, his fingers inching slowly towards their destination. “Tell me where?”
“Y-you…” she flushed. It was almost endearing that even in a moment as intimate as this, she found herself growing shy. “Y-you know where. Iwantyou to.”
Gods.That slight hoarseness of her voice and the desperation that it contained. He would not torture her—or himself—any longer.
Slowly, with her body taut against his own, he slipped one long finger inside her, her folds welcoming his arrival and putting up no restraint.
“You are so ready for me,” he could only murmur in praise as her eyes closed shut.
“S-Simon,” she gasped as he began to quicken his pace. And then, he inserted another finger, feeling her walls tighten against them.
“You’re close.”
“I-I don’t want you to stop,” she moaned, bucking her hips. He felt himself growing larger, the thin fabric of his pants barely able to restrain him.
How could he when she was coming undone like this in his hands?
“You’ll release when I tell you,” he commanded her, feeling a strange kind of possessiveness overcome him. “You’ll say my name as you do.”
She wriggled against him—not out of protest but pleasure. Her head tossed from side to side, moaning as she moved against him.
