Masquerade (Scandalous Ballroom Encounters Book 1) by Victoria Vale Page B

Maggie you feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice gone raspy and breathless.
    His touch grazed her ribs, reaching around toward her front and finding her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples into stiff peaks, and his touch sent more lightning strikes deep into her belly in a resounding crash that caused a storm of pleasure within her.
    “That’s it, love,” he urged. “You’re so close. I want to hear you scream.”
    His finger pressed against the opening of her back entrance, causing a new sensation that nearly sent her over the edge.
    “Camden!” she cried, all other words stolen away as he teased the tight little hole, pressing against it with gentle but insistent pressure, as if requesting entrance.
    “Do you like that, love?” he whispered. “Does my naughty little girl like it when I finger her tight little arse?”
    She responded with a high-pitched moan that echoed from the high ceilings of the bedchamber as he slid his finger in an inch, probing with gentle curiosity while his cock continued in and out of her channel.
    He chuckled, the sound seeming to fill her as much as his body did.
    “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured.
    Her orgasm came over her so swiftly, she barely knew what was happening before she became swept away on waves of pleasure so strong she thought she might die from them. Camden never ceased his erotic assault, his hips thrusting against hers and his finger gaining further entry into her back passage.
    She spiraled and crashed, screaming her release as her channel contracted in violent spasms, gripping his cock in a fist-tight hold. He groaned, pumping into her a few more times before going still. He shuddered, his own climax spilling from him along with a few muttered oaths. He came to rest against her, his hands still maintaining their tight hold upon her hips, his sex still filling her.
    She went limp, her upper body collapsing against the pillows as he slowly withdrew. She collapsed onto her stomach, closing her eyes and waiting for her heart to slow. Camden left the bed to dispose of the sheath, then returned and lay down beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
    She nestled against his chest, her fingers toying with the soft, springy dark hair sprinkled across his chest.
    He sighed and rested one hand over hers, turning to face her.
    “Maggie,” he said, his voice low in the dark room. “Why did you do it?”
    Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned to face him, staring into eyes brimming with inquisitiveness. “Do what?”
    “Leave me after our night together without saying good-bye,” he said. “As a man, I can understand it if you wanted a clean break. Avoiding complications of the heart are my specialty when it comes to the fairer sex. Is that why? I won’t be angry if you say is it.”
    She reached up to stroke a lock of damp hair tumbled over his glistening forehead.
    “Yes,” she admitted. “But it wasn’t your attachment I wanted to avoid, but my own. I’ve watched you from afar for so long, wondering what it would be like to be utterly yours. After our first night together, I feared I would lose my heart to you, only to have it broken.”
    He frowned. “I would never hurt you on purpose,” he declared.
    She smiled. “I know. That is why I thought it best if I were the one to break away. You’ve never promised me anything beyond what we just shared. It wouldn’t be fair for me to expect more from you.”
    “Yet, you are here,” he pointed out.
    “Because I could not help myself,” she replied, pressing her face against his chest and resting there, inhaling his heady scent. “When I saw you in the marquess’ drawing room looking so dashing in your evening clothes and watching me as if you wished to devour me … I knew I was lost again. I could not have said no if I’d wanted to.”
    “Then this isn’t good-bye?” he asked. “I will understand if it is. I just want to hear it from your lips this time instead of a note.”
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