Page 34 of Seducing the Marquess (Lords and Ladies in Love 1)

Secrets of the Bedchamber, p. 56

Everything Eugenia had read about, and wished for, was coming true. Since he’d entered her room, Devon had not behaved as he had before, treating her like a china doll that would break, or a silly debutante who would swoon at the first sign of passion.

In her daring, she’d clutched his hardened male flesh, swollen and soft. Soft on the outside and hard as stone inside. Now that she’d seen so many drawings of the mysterious object, she thrilled at being able to actually handle it.

And Devon’s manhood was i

mpressive, indeed. She tried to lean back to take a good look, to see how he compared to the drawings in her book, but he yanked her back and, placing both his hands on her head, captured her mouth as if he were starving and she his dinner. He slid one hand down to fondle her breast, slowly rubbing his thumb over the nipple.

She started at the strange sensation that caused, bringing an odd fluttering to her middle, and shooting down to her mons—they’d called it by that word in her book. She was holding onto his cock—that was another term in the book. She felt naughty and excited just having the words run through her brain, bringing shivers to her skin.

Remembering some of the more scandalous drawings, she considered slipping down and replacing her hand with her mouth, but Devon might have apoplexy if she did that. She would save that for another time.

Devon shifted so he lay partially on top of her. Her entire body trembled as he licked her nipple, then blew warm air on the spot. Her eyes drifted closed at the wonderful sensations he drew from her. The air in the room was warm, scented with bay rum and her flowery perfume. When she opened her eyes, Devon stared down at her, his eyes darkened. “You are so very perfect.”

Never had she felt so perfect. She ran her thumb over the tip of his cock, feeling a bit of moisture there. He must have liked that because he sucked in a breath and let out a soft groan. Encouraged, she slid her palms down his back to his buttocks. So hard, so muscular. She squeezed the flesh there and pushed the throbbing spot between her legs against his thigh, rubbing it against his hair-roughened skin. My, that felt good. Wonderful, in fact. She would be happy to do that all day, except she felt as though something was missing. Something more that was out there, and she must reach it.

“Devon, I need…something.” The whispered words were raspy, breathless. She shifted, once again pushing the throbbing flesh between her legs against him.

“I know, my love. Let me help you.” He moved his thigh and replaced it with his fingers, which he used to circle her slick flesh, the sound of his fingers moving in and out adding to that of their heavy breaths.

She was intensely aware of everything. His scent, the feel of his rough skin against hers, his muscles hard compared to hers. She kissed and then licked the area of his chest where her mouth rested, tasting both the salty and tangy essence of him. He mumbled French into her ear as he tugged on the lobe, biting softly. Although she knew French quite well, his words were lost in a jumble of feelings that swept over her.

Feelings that she knew she’d already had for her husband, but with this new intimacy between them, swirled to higher levels. This was what she wanted from him and from their coupling. Now that she’d experienced this change, there could be no going back.

He withdrew, smoothing the damp hair from her forehead as he stared into her eyes until she felt lost, a complete surrender.

She closed her eyes and breathed in the scents of him, the familiar ones of soap, brandy, and Devon. He continued to tease her, bringing new, wonderful sensations to her body. The area between her legs ached, and she pressed the throbbing spot against his hand. “Harder.”

Tension continued to build, a tempting awareness of something wonderful and elusive. She knew instinctively that only Devon could release it, could stop the torment. “Devon, please.” She licked her dry lips.

He kissed her forehead. “I know what you need, Eugenia. Let go, sweetheart, I will be here to catch you.”

“Yes, yes.” She shifted a bit until the pressure of his fingers was stronger. “Like that.” Her head thrashed back and forth as she continued to reach, to push, to beg.

She slowly opened her eyes. Devon watched her, the depth of his concentration pushing her over the brink. She sucked in a breath and grabbed his arm. “I’m going to fall.”

“No, my love. Let go, I will be here to catch you.”

The words were no sooner out of his mouth than she felt as if her body had exploded into a million pieces, shooting toward the stars, circling out there in the darkness. Waves of something she’d never experienced before swept over her, reminiscent of water gushing from a dam. Ripples of intense pleasure brought a low keening sound from her mouth. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until she struggled to take in a gulp of air.

Her bones had truly melted, and she would never be the same again. She rolled toward Devon and rested her forehead against his chest, trying desperately to draw air into her lungs and keep her heart from bursting from her chest. He stroked her flushed, damp skin and murmured to her. She thought about what her body had just experienced. What in heaven’s name was that? Was that what her book was all about?

No wonder the people in the drawings all looked so happy.

…

Devon held Eugenia close, his arms wrapped snugly around her. The thumping of her heart matched his. He kissed the top of her head as she recovered from her sexual climax. A comfortable feeling of male satisfaction settled over him at having given her that enjoyment.

He was still dealing with mixed emotions. In her innocence she had no idea what she was doing to him with her eager responses. She was delightful, full of surprises tonight. Certainly not the Eugenia he had come to know.

Once again her hand wandered down his body to grasp his cock. He took in a sharp breath and gritted his teeth. She appeared pleased to familiarize herself with his body. Had he been denying her this pleasure without thought? Based on all he’d been taught from boyhood, a proper wife would never want to do so.

It was one’s mistress who brought sexual adventure and pleasure to a man. Wives did not want passion. In fact, the delicate creatures were disgusted by men’s baser nature. Which was why, he’d been told, a gentleman performs his duty to produce heirs, then leaves his wife free from his unwanted attentions. Eugenia had certainly not acted as though his attentions had been unwanted tonight.

Despite his roiling thoughts, he allowed her hand to wander, even though it was killing him when all he wanted to do was plunge himself into her heat and softness. He still must control himself.

“Does that feel good?” she murmured.