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before. Like I might fall if I’m not careful.”
“I won’t let you,” he whispered and in that moment he meant that promise like none he had ever uttered. “I’ll catch you. Just trust in me.”
She swallowed and both of them knew what he was asking. Trust him, a man unlike any she’d ever known. A man who until a few days before had been little more than a vague acquaintance with a scandalous past. And yet she nodded regardless of those facts.
“I trust you.”
Rage’s heart swelled, but he tamped emotion aside. Emotion only complicated these things, it was best to go by desire and touch… those things were more reliable.
He broke the far-too-intense gaze and returned his lips to her breast. Immediately she relaxed back on the bench with a broken sigh. Her body went limp and he actually felt her surrender.
Lucinda was weightless, boneless, as Ronan dragged his mouth down her body. He seemed intent on tasting every inch of her flesh and the very thought of that made her weak with anticipation. She wanted to open herself to him, to drag him inside her waiting flesh, but there was too much propriety ingrained in her to do something so wild and uncharacteristic. She could only hope that he would feel her unspoken needs and tend to them.
And he did. Lower and lower, he tasted her until his lips brushed her thigh. Lucinda caught her breath. He wouldn’t…. not here in the night? Not the first time they were together? Would he?
He answered her unspoken question by parting her legs further and gliding his fingers up the inside f her thigh. He looked up at her, holding her gaze as he stroked the entrance to her sex gently.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered.
Lucinda felt the hot blood flood her cheeks, both from embarrassment at his bluntness and pure arousal at the same. “Yes,” she said, opening herself without hesitation.
He smiled and then his attention returned to her slick entrance. He parted her outer folds with his thumbs and swept a finger across the wetness there. Lucinda jolted with the pure, focused pleasure at that act. But that was nothing compared to when he adjusted himself on the shirt he was using as a cushion and pressed his hot mouth to her sex.
Almost immediately, her body pulsed with long-denied sensations, pleasure so pure and focused that it bordered on pain, relief that she would have this experience. With this man. On this night.
And Ronan gave her no quarter to think about what was happening. His skilled mouth and tongue went to work, tasting her every fold, sucking and licking until she trembled. And finally, slowly, he swirled his mouth around the hidden pearl of her pleasure.
She exploded without warning, trembling, crying out, fisting her fingers against the edge of the bench she sat on as the pleasure rolled over her in wave after wave after wave, until she felt she was to be swept away by it and lost forever in this sea of sensation.
Rage looked up. In the moonlight, Lucinda’s expression was one of shattered pleasure. Her chest heaved, her eyes were glazed, her cheeks pink. She looked ravished and he wanted to take that ravishment even further.
He stood and she whimpered as his body stopped touching hers.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he shed his trousers at some kind of record speed. “We’re not finished.”
He moved toward her, but she held up a hand.
“Stop,” she said, her voice tense.
He froze. Stop . He hadn’t even considered she would say such a thing, not when she was dewy with sweat and flushed with release. But she had said it, and he had enough of a gentleman in him to obey that command.
“I-I’m sorry-” he began.
Her dark blue gaze came up to his face and she shook her head. “Don’t be sorry. I’m-”
She dropped her stare and Rage realized she was staring at his erection, jutted proudly against his abdomen, waiting to claim her as she had been born to be claimed.
“You are… amazing,” she breathed and reached out to
“I won’t let you,” he whispered and in that moment he meant that promise like none he had ever uttered. “I’ll catch you. Just trust in me.”
She swallowed and both of them knew what he was asking. Trust him, a man unlike any she’d ever known. A man who until a few days before had been little more than a vague acquaintance with a scandalous past. And yet she nodded regardless of those facts.
“I trust you.”
Rage’s heart swelled, but he tamped emotion aside. Emotion only complicated these things, it was best to go by desire and touch… those things were more reliable.
He broke the far-too-intense gaze and returned his lips to her breast. Immediately she relaxed back on the bench with a broken sigh. Her body went limp and he actually felt her surrender.
Lucinda was weightless, boneless, as Ronan dragged his mouth down her body. He seemed intent on tasting every inch of her flesh and the very thought of that made her weak with anticipation. She wanted to open herself to him, to drag him inside her waiting flesh, but there was too much propriety ingrained in her to do something so wild and uncharacteristic. She could only hope that he would feel her unspoken needs and tend to them.
And he did. Lower and lower, he tasted her until his lips brushed her thigh. Lucinda caught her breath. He wouldn’t…. not here in the night? Not the first time they were together? Would he?
He answered her unspoken question by parting her legs further and gliding his fingers up the inside f her thigh. He looked up at her, holding her gaze as he stroked the entrance to her sex gently.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered.
Lucinda felt the hot blood flood her cheeks, both from embarrassment at his bluntness and pure arousal at the same. “Yes,” she said, opening herself without hesitation.
He smiled and then his attention returned to her slick entrance. He parted her outer folds with his thumbs and swept a finger across the wetness there. Lucinda jolted with the pure, focused pleasure at that act. But that was nothing compared to when he adjusted himself on the shirt he was using as a cushion and pressed his hot mouth to her sex.
Almost immediately, her body pulsed with long-denied sensations, pleasure so pure and focused that it bordered on pain, relief that she would have this experience. With this man. On this night.
And Ronan gave her no quarter to think about what was happening. His skilled mouth and tongue went to work, tasting her every fold, sucking and licking until she trembled. And finally, slowly, he swirled his mouth around the hidden pearl of her pleasure.
She exploded without warning, trembling, crying out, fisting her fingers against the edge of the bench she sat on as the pleasure rolled over her in wave after wave after wave, until she felt she was to be swept away by it and lost forever in this sea of sensation.
Rage looked up. In the moonlight, Lucinda’s expression was one of shattered pleasure. Her chest heaved, her eyes were glazed, her cheeks pink. She looked ravished and he wanted to take that ravishment even further.
He stood and she whimpered as his body stopped touching hers.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he shed his trousers at some kind of record speed. “We’re not finished.”
He moved toward her, but she held up a hand.
“Stop,” she said, her voice tense.
He froze. Stop . He hadn’t even considered she would say such a thing, not when she was dewy with sweat and flushed with release. But she had said it, and he had enough of a gentleman in him to obey that command.
“I-I’m sorry-” he began.
Her dark blue gaze came up to his face and she shook her head. “Don’t be sorry. I’m-”
She dropped her stare and Rage realized she was staring at his erection, jutted proudly against his abdomen, waiting to claim her as she had been born to be claimed.
“You are… amazing,” she breathed and reached out to
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