“Yes.”
The lone word, hissed, could have come from him. Could have come from her. He would never be certain. All he knew was that he could not exist for another second without having his mouth on her there, where she was wet and wanton and so ready for him.
That particular fact thrilled him most—he had scarcely touched her, kissed her, and she was glistening, the air perfumed with her desire. Dom’s mouth latched on her pearl. He sucked. The taste of her—musk and spice and a note that was purely hers—flooded his tongue. He groaned against her folds, suckling harder, wanting more.
This time, there was no mistaking which one of them reacted. She moaned, her body bowing from the bed, thrusting into his face. He smiled against her, then ran his tongue down her seam to her entrance where she was wetter still. He sank his tongue inside her.
There was that same word again, burning through him.
Yes.
Nothing had ever tasted better.
Chapter 5
Dominic Winter was…
There was no word in her lexicon to describe what he was doing to her.
But his tongue. And his lips.Good, sweet heavens.
Bliss soared through Adele. Whatever it was that he was doing, she did not need words. All she knew was it felt better than anything she had ever experienced in her life.
Likely, it was wrong, too.
And wicked.
Shameful.
She would worry about all that later. So, too, the implications of what she was doing. Because in this moment, no other thoughts existed save him. He was everything she had ever imagined, ever wanted, ever longed for without knowing it, bringing her to life, making her burn.
His tongue, warm and wet and knowing, slipped inside her. She gasped. Never had she imagined such pleasures were possible. It was… He was… That wicked mouth of his had returned to the other part of her that was most sensitive. The part she had only dared touch in the privacy and darkness of her chamber. But the things he was doing to her—her fingers could never compare.
“Oh,” she moaned as his teeth nipped her there. Not hard enough to cause pain. But delightfully. Wickedly. Her hips pumped toward him. “Dom, please…”
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, trying to blot out any lingering pieces of her conscience. There was no room for guilt in this moment. She was doing this to protect her brother, she reminded herself. This was the cost. The price she had agreed to pay.
Never mind that Dominic Winter’s mouth upon her flesh felt nothing like a cost or a price, but rather like a reward. She would fret about that later. For now, there was only sensation.
Incredible, all-consuming, decadent sensation.
Everything inside her tightened into a knot. His tongue flicked, and then he sucked again. She fell apart. Sparks shot across her eyelids and bliss washed over her entire body as she quaked beneath his sensual onslaught. It felt so good, too good. Better than anything she had ever accomplished on her own.
Of course it did, she told herself sternly.Dominic Winter is the devil incarnate.
He did not feel devilish at the moment, however. No, indeed. All he felt was…
Heavenly.
But he was not finished working his magic upon her, because he was kissing her again, moving up her body, raining fire everywhere he went. Over her belly, to her breasts. He stopped there, licking a tantalizing circle around her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The part of her that was still pulsing experienced a new surge of yearning.
Her fingers threaded through his thick, dark hair. Touching him was an exquisite freedom. Lying with him in his bed was a dream. He blew on her nipple, the stream of hot air making her arch her back, seeking more. More Dominic Winter.
He made a low sound of appreciation in his throat, carnal and raw, almost a growl. Then he laved the peak of her other breast with the same sweet torture. He was still fully dressed, and the slide of his breeches against her most intimate, sensitive parts sent a bolt of desire shooting straight through Adele. It felt so good, she could not resist moving, grinding herself against the intrusion of his thick, muscled thigh.
“Patience, angel,” he murmured, grinning roguishly up at her.
The contrast between the pale curve of her breast and his dark good looks was not lost upon her. How strange it was that this man she scarcely knew, this wicked lord of the criminal underworld, could feel so right. The weight of his body pinning her to the bed, the tenderness of his touches, the pleasure he gave her…it was all at odds with everything she had expected.
