Page 146 of Dukes for Dessert

“A moment, Countess, please,” he implored. I can’t—”

The door slid open, and there she stood, silently taking stock of him.

His brain stalled completely at the sight of her. Flushed with passion and her pale skin painted with shadows, she was the purest vision, and he was a vulgar catastrophe.

And yet, Sebastian could do nothing but remain as he was. One hand on the sink, the other around his sex.

God, but even the calluses on his palms was torture.

His gaze lowered to her hands. So soft. Supple.

“I need you to go,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

Rather than turn away, she took a step forward, eyes both hot and soft. “I know what you need.”

Sebastian had always been a man of action, but he found himself transfixed to stillness as she reached for him, first touching his shoulder, her fingers warm and tentative through the thin shirt. Both of their eyes followed her questing hand as she stroked down the curve of his bicep, to his elbow, and traced the veins in his forearm down to his wrist.

They both caught their breaths as her cool fingers joined his. Her touch seared through his shaft like a shock of lightning, pulling his balls in tight to his body and causing an involuntary convulsion of pure, electric pleasure.

He released himself to her softer, smoother grip with a helpless, wordless sound.

She joined him in the mirror, her features at once serene and knowing. Benevolent and bold. The most beautiful woman on Earth. And he?

Checking his own reflection, he quickly looked away. Who was this creature he’d become? Wild-eyed and flushed with reckless dread. A sheen of sweat at his hairline. Every muscle tightened over his thick bones in a mask of agonizing bliss.

Just when he thought he could take no more, her head lowered, disappearing from the view of the glass.

Releasing the sink, his body turned to face her as she blocked the door with the pool of her golden skirts as she sank to her knees.

Holy God.

Usually, he’d be goading a generous lover on with sinful encouragements, lacing his fingers through her hair and massaging her scalp. Touching her mouth, sinking his fingertips into it.

But he did none of those things as her hand remained gently locked around him, her mouth tantalizingly close.

When her breath caressed the throbbing tip of his sex, his knees weakened.

When she slid soft, curious lips over the thick head, they buckled completely.

He caught himself by slamming his palms into each wall at his side, pressing out like Sampson—hoping these barriers would hold.

Nothing about her ministrations were particularly skilled or confident, and in that he found even more satisfaction. Her lips were full pillows of pleasure, her mouth smooth and hot, slick and succulent. Her tongue, tentative and curious, found thrilling little ridges and sensitive veins beneath the thin skin stretched over steel. Each stroke sent delirious sensations surging through him to dizzying effect.

He searched his empty mind for something to say until her eyes locked with his. The need to speak died as something so tender and profound passed between them, he dared not profane it with words.

After her initial exploration of his sex, her motions became bolder. Her eyes blazed up at him, eternal wells of jade desire, as she took him as deep as possible, then sucked with a gentle brutality as she drew her head back. The many inches she could not take, she stroked with her palm, moistened by her mouth and his need.

Sebastian panted like a wolf after taking down a fresh kill. Blessing her and cursing her as his emotions varied violently from heart-rending tenderness to demanding desperation. Nothing in this world could be so sweet as this goddess on her knees, tending to his cock.

When she used her tongue to swirl around his head in rhythm to her strokes, he caved in upon himself a little, seeking to pull away before the pressure gathering in his spine found its escape into her awaiting mouth.

“Stop,” he rasped. “If you don’t, I’ll—”

She gripped him harder, increased her pace as he grew larger against her lips. The desperate pull of his muscles locking down tore away the last vestiges of his control as his climax gathered in his blood.

He threw his head back with a primal roar as his hips jerked once, twice, and then his entire body was imprisoned by pleasure. Incapacitated by pulsating ropes of velvet and silk.

He belonged to her now.

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