“There,” he murmured as his thumbs pressed against a particularly sensitive spot between her thighs
Charlotte gasped softly before she could stop herself.
Victor’s eyes immediately lifted to hers with dangerous amusement. “You liked that, do you not?”
She glared at him weakly. “Do not sound so smug about it.”
“I cannot help it.” He smiled lazily. “You make the most delightful sounds.”
Charlotte’s cheeks burned hot enough to set the library ablaze. “You are behaving abominably.”
“And yet you have not told me to stop.” His fingers continued their slow path in circles.
“Tell me if you dislike something.” Charlotte’s throat tightened unexpectedly at the gentleness beneath his teasing tone. It unsettled her more than his arrogance ever had.
What is wrong with me? Why have I not told him to stop? If we were found I would be ruined forever….
But she said nothing as he hiked her skirts up to her waist. Instead, she placed her palms on the table and leaned back as he tore off the fine fabric of her pantelets, exposing her sweet center to him.
He moaned. “You are beautiful.”
“And you...” Charlotte began but did not finish as Victor plunged his head between her thighs.
“Oh!” She jolted up as his tongue feverishly licked her folds.
I must stop this madness.
But it was too late; she was lost in the exquisite sensations of his lips pressing against her.
His hands moved carefully over her hips, pulling her against him. Every brush of his tongue against her rosebud left sparks racing on her skin. She felt alive in a way she never had before, every nerve sharpened and aching beneath his touch.
“Victor,” she whispered helplessly.
“There it is again, my name,” he groaned as he continued pleasuring her.
His hands slid lower, carefully massaging along her legs.
“I know I should stop, but you are enjoying this far too much for me to feel guilty,” he said.
Charlotte bit her lip as warmth flooded her body again. His tongue flicked back and forth over her sensitive spot. Her moans became louder and louder, and she could only hope the music of the ball masked her voice.
“Oh, oh dear, I'm going to release,” she moaned loudly as she felt the building pressure inside her.
When his hands reached up to her breasts, her breath caught entirely. He paused then, watching her carefully as though giving her time to stop him.
“Tell me to move away,” he said quietly.
Yes, I should tell him to stop. Every lesson of propriety screams to do so, to push him aside and flee this room at once.
Yet she could barely think when he looked at her like that, all restrained hunger and dark intensity.
“I cannot seem to think properly,” she admitted softly.
Victor gave a rough exhale that almost sounded tortured. “God help me, neither can I.”
His hands kneaded gently at her thighs, firm enough to send heat curling low in her stomach. Then he went back to work, skillfully using his tongue to bring her to the brink.
“Oh! Oh!” Charlotte’s fingers gripped the edge of the table as her skin burned beneath his touch.
