Soon, he had not one, but two fingers inside her.The pressure that he gave her there wasn’t as acute compared to when he touched the center of her pleasure, but it added depth that had not been there before.
She understood now, as his fingers thrust gently inside her, what people meant byfuckingmuch more clearly.
She began to pant and writhe, seeking a release that he did not seem particularly keen on giving her.“Please.”
“Patience,” he said.“I want to make sure that you can take me.”
With embarrassment, she realized that she was going to spend before he was inside her.
“Malcolm, I-I think-I won’t be able—”
He looked down at her, clearly perplexed.“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I—”
She realized that she had no idea how to articulate this situation.It was too mortifying.
“Should I stop?”he asked, brow furrowed.
“No, please, don’t!”
He continued stroking her, and she cried out.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Dear God, no, don’t stop.”
He continued, although she noticed that his body had gone a bit rigid.But she couldn’t care.She felt her pleasure about to crest as he continued to stroke her.
She began to tremble and gasp and begged him once more not to stop.
“Oh, Scarlett,” he said into her ear.“Why didn’t you say?”
She came, hard and fast, on a stifled scream.
As she came down, she kept her eyes closed.
It was embarrassing how much she wanted him.How little he needed to do to get her to respond to his touch.She was sure it revealed to him how desperate she was for him, how she felt completely overwhelmed by him, and how she would happily throw away her soul, her virtue, anything, for time in his bed.
She wanted nothing of her virtue, if it meant she couldn’t be with this man like this.He didn’t need to be anything more to her than he was right now.Not her husband.Not even her avowed lover.Her desire for him overrode every provision of respectability or pride she had.
And now he knew it.
“Well, that is one way to warm to my touch,” he murmured.
She put her hands over her face.“Don’t mock me.”
“I am not mocking you,” he said, his voice serious.“I could come right now just by looking at you, Scarlett.It takes everything in me to temper myself.”
“I am sorry I do not have your self-control.”
“Do not be.You don’t need it, anyway.Once you’ve recovered, I’ll be able to ruin you just the same.”
She opened her eyes then, peeping out from between her fingers.“Do you think?”
“Yes,” he said, with that deep, heart-rending smile, the one that had taken days in his company to learn he even possessed.“I am not done with you yet.Not by half.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
