She followed him up until he stopped, opened a door, and ushered her into a dark room which smelled reassuringly of him.
“Stay there.”
She heard the rasp of a flint, and a candle flickered into life to reveal Julian on his knees turning his attention to the fireplace. She lit the remaining candles and discovered she was in the dressing room attached to his bedchamber. Ignoring his instructions to remain where she was, she took one of the candles and opened the door into his bedroom. The curtains were drawn, the fire was banked up for the night, and the bed was turned down, awaiting its occupant.
She took off her cloak and slippers and set them on one of the chairs beside the fireplace, her attention on the large mirror that reflected the bed and the man who was purposefully coming toward her. He stopped behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist, and yanked her hard against him.
“Do you ever listen to a thing I say to you?”
“Not if I can help it.” She deliberately rubbed her bottom against the hardness at her back. “I’ve never been very good at doing what I’m told.”
“I’m beginning to remember that.” He kissed the nape of her neck, and she shivered. “Perhaps I need to be more explicit about what I expect from you.”
“And what do you expect?” Carenza asked.
“Obedience?”
He shoved his hand into her hair, dislodging half the pins, and wrapped the length around his fingers to draw her head back. The thrill that sang through her body released into a gasp as she arched against him.
“You’re going to suck my cock.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Or…?”
He looked at her in the mirror. “You can go home.”
She considered him for a long moment. “Will you take my clothing off first?”
“Why?”
She enjoyed the flicker of interest in his eyes. “Because the thought of being fully naked while I pleasure you, and you are still dressed, excites me.”
His breathing hitched. “Carenza—”
“You are supposed to bemylover, aren’t you?” She slowly blinked at him. “But I promise I will be very amenable to your commands once you do as I ask.”
His fingers tightened momentarily in her hair, and he cursed under his breath before unbuttoning the back of her gown. She helped him by stepping out of her dress and petticoats while he dealt with her stays and shift. When she was naked, she turned to face him. His expression was hard to read.
“Leave your stockings on.”
“As you wish.” She sank gracefully onto her knees. “May I begin?”
He nodded and moved the candelabra so they were bathed in its light.
His satin breeches were stretched tightly across the front where his cock strained to be freed. Carenza took her time unbuttoning his placket and pushing his shirt out of the way. She breathed in the hot, feral scent of his arousal and wrapped her fingers around the base of his thick shaft.
“No. Just your mouth. Put your hands behind your back.”
The bite in his voice made everything inside her turn molten with the intense desire to please him. She licked his crown, which was already wet, and then carefully sucked the first few inches of his cock into her mouth.
“Take more.”
She leaned in and swallowed him deeper, resisting the urge to gag as the head of his cock touched the back of her throat.
“That’s better.” He rolled his hips, pushing himself even farther in, and she closed her eyes to experience the sensation more clearly. “Now suck me hard.”
