Page 110 of Enslaved to the Seduction of a Lady
“Come in, My Love,” she said, shifting position in the hope she had found the most attractive.
He cocked his head curiously at her when he entered the room.
“I—” she blushed, not knowing what to say, and so she pushed the blanket down from her bare chest instead. The fabric rubbed against her nipples, sending a thrill of anticipation through her.
“Heavens,” Luke said, unable to take his eyes from her body, “I was not expecting that.”
Alison gasped, thinking he was upset, and she quickly pulled the blanket back over herself.
“No,” he said quickly, then took the few steps to the bed lying down next to her.
He lowered the blanket again, taking in every inch of her milky, smooth flesh. He kissed her collar bone, then the curve of her breast, then her nipple. She let out a shuddering gasp, the pleasure and tension all wound up together.
He lowered the blanket further, revealing her perfect stomach. He kissed it, moving his whole body further down the bed. She looked down at his head, that black hair tickling her as he moved, and she didn’t dare breathe for fear it would stop the sensation.
He lowered it further again, then again, until it was down below her feet and her whole nakedness was on display. He kissed her belly button, and then her mound, so soft. She whimpered, wanting him to go further, craving it. He buried his face in her hair there, then kissed the inside of her thigh, her knee.
He moved further down the bed, further away from her, and she mourned the loss of him already. He kissed her shins, and then her feet, and finally her toes. And then he stood at the foot of the bed as she lay entirely naked.
“In time,” he said, undoing the buttons of his waistcoat and letting it fall to the floor. “I hope to kiss every inch of your body, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.”
She couldn’t help but laugh.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because you are mine,” he said, shrugging, “Mrs. Jones. And because you are delicious.”
“Like a cake?” she asked, an eyebrow raised.Deliciouswas not a word she had often found complimentary.
“Like the creamiest of bon bons,” he said, pulling the shirt over his head.
“Really Luke,” she said, unable to stop herself from giggling. “You say the daftest things.”
And then she looked up, and she gasped. He looked so perfect, the waves of his muscles tanned and rigid. The trail of hair that led from his belly and into the hidden depths of his breeches. He undid them slowly, his eyes capturing her gaze but every part of her sensing what he was about to reveal.
He let them drop to the floor and he stepped out of them, his manhood on proud display, and she finally tore her eyes away from his face to look at it. She whimpered at the sight of it, fear mingled with excitement and desire.
He looked her up and down one more time and Alison felt beautiful and excited and passionate in a way she had never felt before. To have him look at her so longingly was all she ever needed. She licked her lips. She knew what she wanted, and from the moistness at the tip of him, he wanted it, too.
He climbed back on the bed, and as he began to caress her, she reached and cupped him in her hand. He moaned into her ear, the warmth of his breath on her cheek.
She looked at him a moment, drinking him in, building the anticipation within her, then she looked back into his eyes and silently pleaded with him to give her what she wanted, and to love her forevermore—
He climbed on top of her, kissing her from above, her hand still on him, guiding him to her. He rubbed the tip of her nipple with his thumb, nibbled at her ear with his teeth.
“Please,” she cried, “we’ve waited so long. I want you.”
“I love you,” he said, looking in her eyes, teasing her. She groaned in frustration and he smiled.
“And I you,” she said, “but please.”
“I want you, too,” he admitted.
Then he parted her legs with his knee, and she opened them willingly, letting him in, feeling him probing and searching. Her body was tense with expectation and want and yearning, and she opened her legs further still as he guided himself in.
It seemed like nothing at first, but then he thrust into her and she let out a wild gasp. He felt so big inside her, filling her up, making her feel as though she was about to tear in two. And though it was painful for the briefest of seconds, it was pleasurable too.
He stilled, inside her, above her, looking down at her, and she licked her lips again, wanting to kiss him, wanting to feel his thrust again. She pulled her hips back, feeling him slide out of her, a coquettish grin on her face. And then she pushed forward, and he leaned down and kissed her.
