“Shh,amore mio… If you want me to stop, I will. Merely say the word, or squeeze my arm like this-” whispered Benedict against the base of her throat, taking her hand and returning it to his wrist, wrapping his fingers around hers and applying pressure with her fingers.
He wanted no doubt that she was willing. He wanted nothing that she was not freely giving him.
Benedict never wanted to think that Emmaline had allowed him liberties purely because of his station. It would break him.
But her fingers relaxed when he removed his hand, holding his arm loosely as he carefully dragged his mouth lower, tasting the line of her collar bones, the sweetly scented valley between her full breasts as she started to arch slightly under his attention, her hips restless.
He glanced up as he tongued a dusky nipple through the thin fabric, watching with fascination as her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth parting on a sensuous moan.
She looked like a woman who wanted more.
He realised he wanted her senseless with pleasure, his name on her lips while he showed her just how well he could love her.
Benedict slid to his knees on the floor, kissing his way down her belly as he fitted one plump leg over his shoulder, making space for himself between her thighs.
Emmaline shuddered, her grip on his hand tightening reflexively. He halted, sucking in a deep breath, then when hergrip relaxed again, Benedict smoothed a hand over her soft calf, savouring the feel of her skin under his palm.
“What… are…you…doing?” breathed Emmaline, her back arching helplessly as he kissed his way up a delectably round inner thigh, pushing them slowly apart as he advanced.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was practicallya blur how she had ended up in this position, but there she was, trembling with exhilaration as Lord Seton, no,Benedict,sensuously kissed his way up her legs towards her most private place.
And Emmaline was letting him do it.
She could halt him, he had told her he would stop at any moment.
But she didn’t want him to.
Emmaline kept her hand on him anyway, more because she wanted to feel him than because she needed to.
Any good sense remaining had deserted her in the wake of the fire his touch had ignited under her skin, and a voice whispered in the back of her mind to just enjoy herself, just once.
Who will know? Benedict will not say anything, he is a man of honour, and you know that you will never again experience anything like this. Let yourself take pleasure in life for once, stop watching it go by from the corner while you record it, but don’t live it.
There had been some initial embarrassment over her figure. Emmaline knew she was more voluptuously sized than what wasfashionable, but Benedict had not seemed to mind, if anything, he had looked upon her abundant figure with blatant desire.
It felt so good to be wanted.Even now, he was squeezing the flesh of her thigh, biting wickedly into the plumpness as she shuddered under his touch.
“Bellissimo.Beautiful,” he whispered against her skin, the foreign word slipping from his lips with ease. He spoke more strange things, the language lilting and passionate.
“Open for me,” he ordered, coaxing her thighs apart all the way, hooking her leg over his shoulder as Emmaline tried to remember how to breathe where she lay back on the couch.
Benedict settled himself there and smoothed his hands up the outside of her thighs, raking the nightgown up to her waist and removing the last barrier of her modesty.
The anticipation of the moment almost killed her, but somehow Emmaline survived, and then Benedict brushed his fingers through the tangle of dark curls between her thighs and dipped his head, his breath ghosting across that most tender of flesh.
He started slow, light drags of his tongue, teasing the outer folds of her femininity while her very core tensed and ached, needing something only he could give her.
Her fingers wandered to the golden tousle of his hair, touching him with her heart in her throat as his mouth pressed closer, the slight prickle of his evening beard sending a delicious shiver of pleasure all through her.
He did something divine with his mouth, and Emmaline widened her legs wantonly with a gasp, needing him closer, needing more as he licked every inch of her with a hunger that made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
Within moments, Emmaline was writhing against him, her legs trembling uncontrollably as he tongued relentlessly overone magical spot that made sparks burst behind her eyelids. She cried out, unable to keep the rapturous feeling inside any longer.
Benedict growled anamalistically against her flesh, digging his chin into her core as he feasted on her pleasure, flicking his tongue mercilessly, dragging it side to side until Emmaline thought she would explode with bliss.
Her fingers dug desperately into his forearms, trying to anchor herself against the storm of sensation, but he halted immediately, pulling back as Emmaline whimpered with frustration.
