With sweat breaking out on his forehead, and his cock pulsing with urgency, he continued his pleasurable assault on her body until her back arched. Her bountiful breasts nearly spilled out of their confines as her head lolled against his shoulder. Her eyes were closed, the color high on her cheeks even in the dim lantern light, as the orgasm swept over her.
Bursts of light split through the darkness of her lust-filled haze until her lungs had seized and her body was replete. The pleasure continued, wave after glorious wave, until there was nothing left behind but a perfect… contentment. In the past few days, everything that Constance had tried to do to ease the discomfort of her desire paled in comparison to the exquisite ecstasy that he had just uncovered. In her experience, not one of her lovers had caused her to feel such a powerful, earth-shattering experience, but him.
Only Devin.
But now that it was over, with her head still spinning slightly, Constance attempted to find some way to make sense of why she’d allowed this to happen. She supposed Madame Corressa had struck again, and yet, she couldn’t find the shame necessary to regret what had transpired.
She slowly stepped out of Devin’s embrace, because thinking of him as formally as Mr. Blackmore was quite ridiculous at this point, and turned to face him. She could tell by the hard look on his face and the way his fists were clenched at his sides that he was doing his best to control himself. While she might resist inviting him to her bed, there was something she could do to relieve his discomfort. It was the least she could do after what he’d made her feel.
She dropped to her knees.
“What are you doing?” he said huskily.
She said nothing, merely began unbuttoning his trousers. When her hand brushed against his hardness, he hissed through his teeth. “Constance…”
She wasn’t sure if he was pleading with her, or trying to urge her to stop, but once he was free and his girth was jutting proudly in front of her, she leaned forward to lick the large tip, gripping his firm buttocks, and he said nothing further.
Opening her mouth wide to accommodate him, she took his entire length and slowly began to slide him in and out. He made some sort of guttural, incoherent noise, but when she felt his hand gripping a handful of her hair, not hard enough to cause her pain, but enough to let her know he was willing to continue, she popped him out long enough to lick her lips enticingly, and then she began to suck. Each pass she made became faster and faster, until his entire body tightened.
His cock jerked, and she eagerly took in all of his pleasure. She swallowed everything that he had to give, and when he stumbled back a step in order to grasp the back of her dressing table chair, she glanced up at him with a look that she knew held more than a little feminine satisfaction. She ran a finger along the side of her mouth as she rose to her feet.
However, it wasn’t until she saw the slight red stain on his shirt that she gasped in alarm. “You’re bleeding!”
He shook his head, looking as dazed as she’d been earlier. “I don’t care.”
“Well, I do,” she scolded lightly. She walked over to her washstand and wet a cloth. Once she’d wrung it out, she returned to his side. He had yet to tuck his member away and she was surprised to find that it had yet to soften. Most of her lovers, after they had found their pleasure, were generally lax and ready for bed.
When she would have reached out with the rag, he grasped her wrist. His dark eyes were bright, almost fevered. “I don’t believe we’re finished.”
“Yes,” she returned firmly. “We are. In truth, I should have never let it get this far, but maybe now our desires will be sated and we can act as sensible adults henceforth.”
He laughed. “If you think for one minute that I will ignore what has happened tonight, you are sadly mistaken.” He reached out and cupped her cheek and damn if Madame Corressa didn’t stretch with renewed anticipation.
She slapped the courtesan back down. “I fear that’s the way it has to be.”
He frowned. “Why?”
“Because I don’t wish to embark on another senseless love affair,” she snapped. Growing irritated with herself more than with him. “I’ve had my fill of those.”
“What makes you think that’s what this is?”
This time it was her turn to laugh. “How can you believe it might be anything else?”
He waved a hand. “What about what we just shared? I don’t know about you, but I’ve never experienced anything like it and I’m sure I’ve been more prolific than you have.”
“I don’t doubt it,” she murmured, suddenly jealous over all the other women who had been blessed to know this man. And the knowledge that she could never do the same. “But I’m standing my ground on this matter. Sex leads to too many entanglements.”
“There are ways around intercourse, as you just saw, and if that’s the only way I can have you, I’ll feast on you every single night.”
A shot of pure lust slammed into her core and she gasped. “Don’t say things like that.”
“You don’t want to hear the truth?” he challenged.
She closed her eyes briefly for patience and said, “Just let me tend to your wound and then perhaps we can both get some sleep.”
He lowered his mouth until it was a hair’s breadth away from hers. He licked his lips and she could almost feel the sensation on her own. “What if I want to hear you screaming my name all night?”
She looked into his eyes. “No.”
