The Earl's Wildcat. Krystina DarylЧитать онлайн книгу.
his cheek. "Next time, wait for me to arrive before you lay your fortune on the table again."
He laughed and she could clearly see the tension leave him. "I give you my word."
He released her and the Englishman quickly claimed her arm, making her body sing from the contact. Fearfully, she looked at his grip on her arm and with much effort, avoided looking at his face as he led her out.
"You care very much for him, don't you?" She heard his voice close to her ear. His warm breath caressing her throat.
She was glad the hallway was dark, or her obvious reaction to him would be visible. "I do what I can to help."
He chuckled. "You do more than that."
Then suddenly she was pulled, turned and pinned against the wall. She hadn't the chance to catch her breath when she felt his body press flush against hers, pinning her harder against the wall. She felt his breathe on her neck as his hands traced a path of fire from her hips to the sides of her breasts. She knew she should push him away, but she could barely breathe. When he began planting feathery kisses from her shoulder to her jaw, her knees buckled.
She grew lightheaded, her breaths coming short and heavy. She felt herself slide down the wall. Then something thick and massive tucked between her thighs and pushed her back up and higher off her feet to the tip of her toes. She gasped when her sensitive knob came into contact with his solid thigh. Her hands shot up to his back. She sighed loudly at the feel of his hard back muscles flexing under her touch.
I should let go, push him away! But her body wouldn't cooperate. Instead her fingers dug into him and she pushed him against her as he sucked hard on one arousing spot on her neck. She moaned, wishing she knew his name.
I don't even know his name! But shit, what he's doing to me! She moaned again, the fire in the pit of her stomach burning fiercely.
She'd been assaulted before but never had she wanted to cheer her attacker on. She never reacted so wantonly to a man's touch. It was wonderful!
He placed his hands on her ass and squeezed hard. Lydia gasped, pulling her hands from his back and locking them around his neck. His groan vibrated deliciously on her neck and right to her toes but she wanted her lips to enjoy what her neck was receiving.
She buried her hands in his hair and pulled his head away from her neck, then down to crush her lips against his in a fiery kiss. She got lost, his tongue seducing hers. She needed more, she demanded more and he eagerly gave it to her.
He slipped his hands into her drawers and she felt his warm palms cup and caress her bare derriere. Then he quickly lifted her up, forcing her to wrap her thighs around his waist. With a harsher groan, he ground his pulsing member against her aching core making her gasp loudly in his mouth.
He pulled his lips away and she whined her disapproval. He chuckled and kissed her deeply before he pulled away again. "I bet no man has ever made you feel the way I do?"
She shook her head and whispered, "No," then tagged his lower lip back into her mouth.
He ground himself against her again then thrust hard against her making her cry out in both pain and pleasure.
"I want you," he whispered in a raspy voice against her lips.
She wanted him too but she couldn't find her voice to say it. Her eyes flew open when she felt his finger stroke her wet flesh. She shuddered, her fingers digging deep into his shoulders.
He crushed his lips against hers as he stroked her, gently at first, and then fast, hard and in circular motions. She pushed him away, the sensation growing to unbearable heights. She wanted him to stop his torture and yet she didn't. But she'd die if he didn't stop!
"Stop! Pl-please... stop!" she cried.
He slipped a finger inside her and her entire body shuddered. Her stomach coiled like it was attempting to push something out and all that came was a gasping cry.
He bit her chin lightly. "Are you sure?"
She shook her head then nodded. He chuckled at her response. Shit! Her wit had evaded her.
His merciless ministration went on as his finger pumped inside her, slow then fast. She felt his tongue on her nipple and instantly the ground fell from under her. Her body tightened as her orgasm tore through her with a loud cry.
Lydia slumped against him as she tried to catch her breath. She turned her head into his shoulder and kissed his neck. "That... was... incredible!" she gasped.
He chuckled. "I'm glad you liked it." He pulled his hands from her drawers and slid her down until her feet touched the ground.
She held onto his arms, not trusting her legs to hold her up unsupported. "Your fingers are talented, my lord," she said laughingly.
He held his hand up and exhibited his wet middle finger. Lydia watched him put his finger into his mouth. He closed his eyes and sucked on it lustfully.
Lydia swallowed hard as she fell back against the wall. She couldn't believe she was becoming aroused again.
He opened his eyes and slowly pulled his finger out of his mouth. Then he rubbed it on her lower lip. "You taste wonderful."
"Yes," she blurted out unconsciously.
"Yes what?"
Yes, what, Lydia?
"I'll go with you," she blurted out again.
What are you doing, Lydia!
He stared at her with an arched brow, his lips pulled in a lopsided grin. She sighed. No wonder she was speaking nonsense!
"I would like nothing more." He took her hand and pressed it against his erection. She jumped, startled but didn't pull away. He was large! Curiously, she stretched her fingers and felt his entire member. He was long and thick!
His eyes fluttered shut as he groaned. He tightened his fingers around her wrist to hold her hand in place as he pushed himself into her palm.
She smiled. It was her turn to administer the torture. She wasn't sure of what to do but it couldn't possibly be that difficult. She might sit on the gambling table but she wasn't blind to what happened around her. She could use her mouth or her hand to pleasure him, but she wasn't sure all of him would fit in her mouth.
Lydia, what are you doing? That little voice yelled in her mind again.
Seeking pleasure in the dark hallways of a brothel wasn't an activity she partook in, it was all about business. But one night of pleasure was something she deserved. She may never gain an opportunity to be ravished by a perfect English noble ever again. Contrary to what Tom believed, she had no intention of living as a spinster.
Yes. She deserved some pleasure from this cruel life fate had handed her.
She slid her hand slowly down his torso, feeling the hard plains of his chest and the deep lines of his abdomen. Then she stopped at the top of his breeches. She questioned herself for a second but quickly dispensed of her fear. Before the doubt settled in, she undid the top button of his breeches and quickly slid her hand in.
He didn't wear drawers! And his penis, was soft as silk and yet hard as steel!
He groaned loudly, releasing her wrist and planting both his hands on the wall above her head. He pressed forward, trapping her against the wall, until her lips pressed against his chest. She brushed his shirt away, opening more of the buttons in order to touch her lips to his naked skin.
She inhaled his musky scent as she kissed him up to his collar, then he leaned down and she kissed his neck and then his under his jaw. He was hard, broad, chiselled and perfect.
"Wildcat, you are driving me crazy!" he groaned.
"Oh, would you like me to release you?" she teased with a laugh.
He pressed himself harder into her palm. "Don't you dare!"
She opened the rest of the