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Authors: Victoria Vane
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tone of the kiss intensified.
Her arms entwined tightly about his neck and Marcus crushed her against his firm, hard chest. He cupped her face and his tongue dove deeper, his groan sending a delicious frisson straight to the damp throbbing region betwixt her thighs. She whimpered when he broke the kiss, and shuddered when his mouth found the hollow behind her ear. He sucked lightly on her neck. It was too much. She cried out but his teasing mouth continued playing erotic games on her skin while his hands found and cupped her throbbing breasts. His thumbs circled the tight buds of nipples pressing painfully against her gown, screaming to be freed.
His mouth skirted over her collarbone, licking, kissing, finding the mounds of her breasts in fevered kisses that engulfed her mind. Her hands searched him out, shoving aside his coat, fumbling with buttons, roaming the hard plane of his chest, seeking the heat beneath. At her frantic urging, Marcus made a strangled sound and yanked her onto his lap.
She arched her back in a silent plea. He answered by jerking at her bodice and freeing her breasts. She moaned, clutching at his hair, pulling his head to her, desperate for him to slake her growing need. Marcus buried his face in the valley, kissing and biting the soft mounds, rolling her ruched peaks between his fingers. Every kiss and caress pulled her further into some dark and sensuous place.
Lydia was deaf to all but the thunderous pulse in her ears until he released her breast, amplifying the excruciating emptiness deep in her belly. She protested with a convulsive sob. He took a tight peak hungrily into the moist heat of his mouth, she threw her head back with a cry, lost in sensation, drunk with desire, blind and oblivious to all but the sensation of his mouth pulling and suckling. With each tantalizing touch, and every stolen breath, she succumbed a bit further, yielding to him, drawing his body to her own.
“Please, Marcus,” she begged for she knew not what. By answer, he cupped her mons, sending her bucking against him with a soft wail.
The sound shocked her back to herself. Heart hammering apace, her eyes flew open in apprehension only to meet the dark depths of Marcus’ passion reflecting back at her. His hungry stare, bespeaking only carnal awareness, raw desire, stole her breath. It was the headiest emotion she’d ever known to hold him in such thrall…until Marcus claimed her mouth hard and palmed her mons again, applying exquisite pressure that made her whimper, tremble and writhe with want.
Yearning for nothing more than blessed release, her bewildered eyes darted to his face. “I know far more about what you need than you do, love,” Marcus whispered against her lips. “I can soothe the ache and show you indescribable rapture, Lydia, if only you will let me.”
Her answer was a desperate prayer. “Dear God, Marcus, yes…”
Marcus had seized Lydia in a weak moment, but her impassioned response was almost his own undoing. God help him, she showed every sign of becoming the voluptuary goddess he had fantasized about. Sprawled on his lap, heaving breasts delectably exposed, wide eyes filled with hungry yearning, the musky scent of her arousal perfuming the air, his senses swam in her. She brimmed with sexual promise and filled his mind with erotic images, visions of her quivering in spasms of ecstasy. Impaling his cock in her soft, wet, clenching quim. Thoughts that nearly sent him over the edge. Grappling mere shreds of self-control, Marcus pulled her from his lap, swearing to hold back his own pleasure, to show her pure, unadulterated bliss…if it killed him.
With a groan, he released and laid her back against the velvet squabs. She watched wide-eyed as he shrugged out of his coat and cast it aside to kneel at her feet in the rocking vehicle.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded.
“Wh-what are you going to do?” Her voice was breathless.
“As God is my witness, I’m going to bring you
Her arms entwined tightly about his neck and Marcus crushed her against his firm, hard chest. He cupped her face and his tongue dove deeper, his groan sending a delicious frisson straight to the damp throbbing region betwixt her thighs. She whimpered when he broke the kiss, and shuddered when his mouth found the hollow behind her ear. He sucked lightly on her neck. It was too much. She cried out but his teasing mouth continued playing erotic games on her skin while his hands found and cupped her throbbing breasts. His thumbs circled the tight buds of nipples pressing painfully against her gown, screaming to be freed.
His mouth skirted over her collarbone, licking, kissing, finding the mounds of her breasts in fevered kisses that engulfed her mind. Her hands searched him out, shoving aside his coat, fumbling with buttons, roaming the hard plane of his chest, seeking the heat beneath. At her frantic urging, Marcus made a strangled sound and yanked her onto his lap.
She arched her back in a silent plea. He answered by jerking at her bodice and freeing her breasts. She moaned, clutching at his hair, pulling his head to her, desperate for him to slake her growing need. Marcus buried his face in the valley, kissing and biting the soft mounds, rolling her ruched peaks between his fingers. Every kiss and caress pulled her further into some dark and sensuous place.
Lydia was deaf to all but the thunderous pulse in her ears until he released her breast, amplifying the excruciating emptiness deep in her belly. She protested with a convulsive sob. He took a tight peak hungrily into the moist heat of his mouth, she threw her head back with a cry, lost in sensation, drunk with desire, blind and oblivious to all but the sensation of his mouth pulling and suckling. With each tantalizing touch, and every stolen breath, she succumbed a bit further, yielding to him, drawing his body to her own.
“Please, Marcus,” she begged for she knew not what. By answer, he cupped her mons, sending her bucking against him with a soft wail.
The sound shocked her back to herself. Heart hammering apace, her eyes flew open in apprehension only to meet the dark depths of Marcus’ passion reflecting back at her. His hungry stare, bespeaking only carnal awareness, raw desire, stole her breath. It was the headiest emotion she’d ever known to hold him in such thrall…until Marcus claimed her mouth hard and palmed her mons again, applying exquisite pressure that made her whimper, tremble and writhe with want.
Yearning for nothing more than blessed release, her bewildered eyes darted to his face. “I know far more about what you need than you do, love,” Marcus whispered against her lips. “I can soothe the ache and show you indescribable rapture, Lydia, if only you will let me.”
Her answer was a desperate prayer. “Dear God, Marcus, yes…”
Marcus had seized Lydia in a weak moment, but her impassioned response was almost his own undoing. God help him, she showed every sign of becoming the voluptuary goddess he had fantasized about. Sprawled on his lap, heaving breasts delectably exposed, wide eyes filled with hungry yearning, the musky scent of her arousal perfuming the air, his senses swam in her. She brimmed with sexual promise and filled his mind with erotic images, visions of her quivering in spasms of ecstasy. Impaling his cock in her soft, wet, clenching quim. Thoughts that nearly sent him over the edge. Grappling mere shreds of self-control, Marcus pulled her from his lap, swearing to hold back his own pleasure, to show her pure, unadulterated bliss…if it killed him.
With a groan, he released and laid her back against the velvet squabs. She watched wide-eyed as he shrugged out of his coat and cast it aside to kneel at her feet in the rocking vehicle.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded.
“Wh-what are you going to do?” Her voice was breathless.
“As God is my witness, I’m going to bring you
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