To Tame A Countess (Properly Spanked Book 2) by Annabel Joseph Page B

lovely place he had helped her discover.
So warm, so wet…
She tossed her head from side to side. So intense. The sensation was so intense she almost couldn’t bear it. She tried to close her legs but they were pressed open again.
    I want you
, he said. His voice sounded low and rough, and far away.
    She blinked her eyes, slowly coming awake. Lord Warren was with her in bed, naked. His head was down between her thighs. Oh.
Ohh.
The tingling pleasure was coming from him; the warm wetness was his mouth and tongue. It felt so good it hurt her. It was too much!
    She tried to reach down to him, to tell him that he was making her feel too good, but her hands wouldn’t work.
She couldn’t move her arms!
    “It’s all right, darling. I’ve got you.” He leaned up over her, so she could see his great, thick shaft and all of his muscular body. It was broad daylight, and both of them utterly naked.
    “My arms won’t work,” she said.
    “That’s because I’ve tied them to the bed frame with one of your stockings.”
    “Oh.” As she looked up, he moved back down and lowered his head to her…what was that scandalous word he had used? Her
pussy
. He really mustn’t kiss her there, not now in the brightness of day. She tried to close her legs.
    His only answer was to place his palms on the insides of her thighs and push them open wider. Really, frighteningly wide.
    “I’m not sure you ought to… Oh, my goodness.”
    He touched his tongue to her center, right at the place that ached the most. She bucked her hips up, straining at her bonds. His tongue teased down, down, down, until she was absolutely certain he was licking an indecent part of her body.
    “Please, you must stop that,” she begged.
    “I’ll stop when you come.”
    “W-what does that mean?”
    He paused in his licentious efforts and gazed up at her. “You remember.”
    Oh, yes. She did remember. “But how am I to manage that?” She tugged at her bound wrists. “You’ve tied me up.”
    He grinned. “Isn’t it exciting? Now you can’t stop me from doing whatever I want to your body. These honeymoons are a fine thing.”
    She watched in helpless captivity as he lowered his head and resumed licking her in a voracious way. Each touch, each heated gust of breath built on the one before it. She began to feel so full down there she thought she must explode.
    “Please, untie me.” She wanted to touch him, to guide his head to the exact places it was already going. He ignored her pleas and used his fingers to part secret flesh, manipulating the folds. She could feel how wet she was. “Please, let me go.” It alarmed her to feel so powerless.
    He stopped and reached to put his hands over hers. “Don’t pull like that. You’ll get abrasions on your wrists. Just accept that you’re at my mercy for the moment.” He leaned to kiss her, brushing her scent and heat across her lips. “I love to touch and taste you everywhere. You’re mine now, Josephine. Let me do what I will.”
    “But it’s light outside. I think—” He cut off her words with another deep kiss. She could barely hold on to coherent thought. “Perhaps we ought to rise for the day, and dress.”
    “You don’t wear clothes on a honeymoon, silly.”
    She opened her mouth in surprise, and he stuck his tongue right inside it. She moaned as he pinched one of her nipples. His knee was between her legs, pressed right against her pulsing center.
    “I can’t go about naked,” she insisted when she was able. “One must wear clothing every day.”
    “Not on a honeymoon,” he insisted in an equally firm voice. “Your things were taken downstairs for cleaning and that’s where they shall stay until it becomes absolutely necessary to put them back on again.”
    Josephine thought it was absolutely necessary to put them on
now
, for the liberties he took with her body shocked her. He moved his knee and gave a sharp, firm slap to the tingling part of her he’d just been caressing with his