With a light touch, she drifted her fingertips down his sternum to the taut planes of his belly, taking delight in the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. Then she trailed her touch up again along his ribs, then across the peak of one flat nipple, before slipping her hand over the curve of his shoulder.
Pushing herself more upright, she leaned forward. Sandalwood filled her nostrils and the warmth of him reached out to her.
Anticipation made her mouth dry. She licked her lips and swallowed before she followed her instinct to taste him.
The first touch of her tongue to his skin was a heady sensation. The small hollow at the base of his throat was salty, warm, and threaded with his pulse. Her tongue swirled over the spot before she was urged to go further. Tilting her head, she licked a path along the ridge of his collarbone to the side of his throat. There, she parted her lips over his flesh and sucked it gently against her teeth.
He hissed a breath and grasped her head in his hand, holding her gently to him.
His voice was a heavy vibration beneath her lips. “Your mouth is divine. Give it to me,” he ordered roughly as he fisted his hand in her hair, pulling just enough to tip her head back as he bent toward her. His mouth closed over hers with a fierce passion.
Eleanor sighed and opened wide to him. To the lick of his tongue, the heat of his breath, the possessive claiming of his lips.
He slowly laid her back down, coming over her more fully now, pressing his chest to hers, settling his hips between her thighs. The pressure of him there was wicked and wonderful. Eleanor rolled her spine, adjusting her pelvis to feel more of him.
And she did.
The thick, hardness of his arousal notched perfectly against the most sensitive part of her. And when he gave a short rolling thrust of his hips, his erection eased along her flesh and ground her clitoris with breath-stealing pressure. He did it again, and again. As her legs bent to better receive him and her skirts got shoved higher and higher, until she felt herself nearly completely exposed.
But it didn’t matter. She didn’t care.
All she could focus on was the pleasure of that rhythmic, rocking pressure and the way it sparked rippling sensations through her body to her fingertips and toes and the back of her skull. His kiss was drugging and deep. Drawing her into a vortex of pleasure and passion while her worries spun away.
He only briefly broke his kiss to expertly release the buttons of her gown and whisk the thing over her head. Her chemise was just as efficiently disposed of and within no time at all, she was naked. Just as she wanted.
She barely had a moment to consider the shock of her boldness before he covered her again, now sliding his kisses down her throat, across her heaving chest to the peaks of her breasts. His twirled and flicked his tongue first over one nipple than the other.
Eleanor could only gasp and purr. Though she loved having his mouth on hers, the suckling, nipping kisses he bestowed upon her breasts were yet another revelation of sensations. Her thighs squeezed against his ribs and her belly trembled in response.
When he lowered further to dip his tongue into her navel, she gasped in surprise. And when he pressed moist kisses to the curve of her low belly, her insides quivered. She didn’t realize she had her eyesso tightly closed until he swept his lips gently across her upper thigh and her lashes lifted swiftly in shock.
Gazing down the length of her flushed body, she saw him between her wide-parted legs. Braced on his elbows, his face poised at the juncture of her thighs, his bright eyes staring back at her with ravenous, unholy intent.
“Phin?” she asked, her voice low and tremulous.
His response was a thick growl as he bent his arms to place his palms atop her belly. Then he held her gaze and opened his mouth to drag his tongue slowly along the full length of her sex.
Eleanor’s mouth dropped open on a silent moan, her lashes fluttered at the wild and wicked sensations. Never had she imagined… Never would she have believed such hedonism…such decadence could exist. A tiny voice in the farthest reaches of her mind suggested she should protest. But the look in his eyes was so ferocious—so demanding and possessive—she didn’t dare.
So, she watched—heavy-lidded and breathless—as he lifted his head and rolled his bottom lip between his teeth before he went back for more. Another long lick of his wide, velvet tongue. A quick fluttering caress over her swollen bud. Then a suckling kiss that drew her flesh into the heat of his mouth.
That was when she surrendered. The moan slid deep and heavy and sultry from her throat as she tipped her pelvis upward. Offering more of herself. Silently begging for a deeper kiss.
He grunted in appreciation and gave what she asked for.
Another hot, wet, suckling kiss. A deep thrust of his tongue. Then another. And another. His kisses pulsed and throbbed with her heartbeat. Bringing her right to the brink of release.
It was electrifying.
Eleanor felt certain she was falling apart, disintegrating into a being of stars, as pleasure seemed to make up the structure of every cell in her body.
And then, with the slow insertion of his fingers into her slick, swollen sheath, and another drawing pull of his mouth on her clitoris, she exploded.
The climax was quite literally obliterating. She became nothing but sensation. No thought. No physical body. Just sparkling pleasure expanding to the edges of awareness.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Eventually, the throbbingpulses receded and she slowly regained enough awareness to discover herself laid out along the viscount’s side. He lay stretched out on his back beside her and had pulled her in against him. Her head rested on his shoulder and his arm was firm around her back. One of her arms was draped heavily over his middle and her thigh was tossed across his.
