delighted
to comply if that excites you...although it would please me far more
to demonstrate.”
She swallowed hard. His lip twitched.
His hand skirted up her waist to the outside of her breast, his
thumb stroking, teasing but not quite touching her nipple. He sought
with his tongue that most sensitive spot behind her ear. He licked, and
she trembled. “I never make idle boasts, Diana. I have long studied
the secrets of a woman’s body and know many ways to bring you
mindless rapture.”
She tensed, her breathing quickening to a shallow rasp. “Is such a
thing possible for every woman? In ten years I’ve never...” She flushed
with the confession. “Not by my husband’s hand.”
He laughed. “Never by his hand? Then what of his cock? His
mouth?”
“M-mouth?” She turned her head, her gaze shooting to his with
another convulsive swallow.
He awarded her a wicked smile. “The mouth and tongue are but
one exquisite gateway to heaven. Do you wish to know them all, Di-
ana? You need only say the word. Confess your need, and I will be a
slave to your desire.”
“Yes.” The word escaped from her throat, a nearly soundless whis-
per. “Yes,” she repeated on a sob. “It is why I came to you. But then I
was afraid. But I’m not anymore. I want to know what I’ve missed. My
life has been nothing but sacrifice and thankless duty. I want to know
passion and pleasure. Please, Ludovic, show me what can be between
a man and a woman.”
At last. He closed his eyes on a smile, briefly basking in his vic-
tory. It was the sweetest surrender. He pulled her around and into his
arms. “If it is truly your wish to discover paradise...” He dipped his
head to her throat. “I am enchanted to be your guide.”
Chapter Nine
She lifted her chin, her watery gaze meeting relentless, fathomless
blue, his lovely mouth curving in a way that promised illicit delights.
He found her throat in a bone-melting kiss and then drew her into his
arms to claim her mouth. His lips were at once firm and soft, giving
and demanding, nibbling and sucking, and Diana almost cried out in
sheer bliss.
She parted her own to him, opening freely. His tongue entered her
mouth, hot and wet and delicious, tasting of warm brandy and virile
male. She was soon light-headed with the combination, the intoxicat-
ing mix. She moaned into his mouth, abandoning herself to desire.
Locking and releasing, nipping and gliding, their tongues met again,
tangling in a jolt of sublime sensation that plummeted to a place low
in her belly.
He pulled her deeper into the kiss, his tongue sliding over hers in
sweet wet friction, plundering her mouth. His teeth found her earlobe,
his warm breath in her ear sending rapturous ripples down her spine.
He teased and traced a blazing trail along the pulse of her throat, kiss-
ing, licking, and heating her blood into a raging torrent. He lingered at
the juncture between neck and shoulder, moving to the sensitive spot
between her collarbones while he disengaged the sash at her waist.
In seconds, the smooth silk slithered from her shoulders to pool at
her feet. Holding her arms at her side, Diana resisted the miss-ish urge
to cover herself. Instead she fixed on his face, on the visibly throbbing
pulse in his neck, the subtle flare of his nostrils, the pupils burning
into her with dark desire. He raked over her with an appreciation that
seared her flesh in its wake.
“You are nothing short of magnificent,” he murmured deep and
husky.
Her gaze slid over him, taking in his breadth of shoulder, the
broad expanse of chest, the tapering waist and hips. She reached the
generous, telltale bulge in his breeches and liquid warmth suffused
the place between her thighs. As if reading her thoughts, he took her
hand in his, guiding it between his legs. He pressed it firmly against
the rock-hard protrusion. She sucked in a breath at the feel of him.
Large. Thick. Rigid. Her insides
to comply if that excites you...although it would please me far more
to demonstrate.”
She swallowed hard. His lip twitched.
His hand skirted up her waist to the outside of her breast, his
thumb stroking, teasing but not quite touching her nipple. He sought
with his tongue that most sensitive spot behind her ear. He licked, and
she trembled. “I never make idle boasts, Diana. I have long studied
the secrets of a woman’s body and know many ways to bring you
mindless rapture.”
She tensed, her breathing quickening to a shallow rasp. “Is such a
thing possible for every woman? In ten years I’ve never...” She flushed
with the confession. “Not by my husband’s hand.”
He laughed. “Never by his hand? Then what of his cock? His
mouth?”
“M-mouth?” She turned her head, her gaze shooting to his with
another convulsive swallow.
He awarded her a wicked smile. “The mouth and tongue are but
one exquisite gateway to heaven. Do you wish to know them all, Di-
ana? You need only say the word. Confess your need, and I will be a
slave to your desire.”
“Yes.” The word escaped from her throat, a nearly soundless whis-
per. “Yes,” she repeated on a sob. “It is why I came to you. But then I
was afraid. But I’m not anymore. I want to know what I’ve missed. My
life has been nothing but sacrifice and thankless duty. I want to know
passion and pleasure. Please, Ludovic, show me what can be between
a man and a woman.”
At last. He closed his eyes on a smile, briefly basking in his vic-
tory. It was the sweetest surrender. He pulled her around and into his
arms. “If it is truly your wish to discover paradise...” He dipped his
head to her throat. “I am enchanted to be your guide.”
Chapter Nine
She lifted her chin, her watery gaze meeting relentless, fathomless
blue, his lovely mouth curving in a way that promised illicit delights.
He found her throat in a bone-melting kiss and then drew her into his
arms to claim her mouth. His lips were at once firm and soft, giving
and demanding, nibbling and sucking, and Diana almost cried out in
sheer bliss.
She parted her own to him, opening freely. His tongue entered her
mouth, hot and wet and delicious, tasting of warm brandy and virile
male. She was soon light-headed with the combination, the intoxicat-
ing mix. She moaned into his mouth, abandoning herself to desire.
Locking and releasing, nipping and gliding, their tongues met again,
tangling in a jolt of sublime sensation that plummeted to a place low
in her belly.
He pulled her deeper into the kiss, his tongue sliding over hers in
sweet wet friction, plundering her mouth. His teeth found her earlobe,
his warm breath in her ear sending rapturous ripples down her spine.
He teased and traced a blazing trail along the pulse of her throat, kiss-
ing, licking, and heating her blood into a raging torrent. He lingered at
the juncture between neck and shoulder, moving to the sensitive spot
between her collarbones while he disengaged the sash at her waist.
In seconds, the smooth silk slithered from her shoulders to pool at
her feet. Holding her arms at her side, Diana resisted the miss-ish urge
to cover herself. Instead she fixed on his face, on the visibly throbbing
pulse in his neck, the subtle flare of his nostrils, the pupils burning
into her with dark desire. He raked over her with an appreciation that
seared her flesh in its wake.
“You are nothing short of magnificent,” he murmured deep and
husky.
Her gaze slid over him, taking in his breadth of shoulder, the
broad expanse of chest, the tapering waist and hips. She reached the
generous, telltale bulge in his breeches and liquid warmth suffused
the place between her thighs. As if reading her thoughts, he took her
hand in his, guiding it between his legs. He pressed it firmly against
the rock-hard protrusion. She sucked in a breath at the feel of him.
Large. Thick. Rigid. Her insides
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