Page 79 of Enslaved to the Seduction of a Lady
“You are beautiful,” he said.
“So are you,” she replied, and she bit her lip coquettishly.
He half smiled, clearly trying to suppress a grin, but he didn’t take his eyes of hers. He gazed deep into her soul and she felt he saw every part of her, every minute detail. She was exposed to him, and she liked it.
He licked his lips and her eyes wandered to them, to the glistening tongue as it slid across his mouth, to the full redness of it. She raised her head, longing for him, wanting to taste him again. But he merely smiled down at her, knowing what she wanted and withholding it, making her wait. She wanted to growl in frustration, in passion, in this new and wild sensation that got bigger and more all-consuming every time they were together.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me again?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper but full of pleading, begging.
He said nothing, just continued to gaze down at her, intense and powerful, and she quivered again. The backs of his fingertips ran down her cheek, her neck, over the curve of her breast, and she shivered beneath his touch.
“Kiss me,” she implored, her mouth open and her eyes soft.
“All right,” he said, and he did. He leaned down, holding his weight on his elbows, and he kissed first her lips and then her cheek. His lips explored her neck, her ears, nibbling at her lobe, and she groaned with the thrill of it, the way it made her tremble.
“Is this what you want?” he whispered into her ear, the warmth of his breath another sensation.
“Yes,” she whispered back, “this and more.”
He parted her cloak, letting it fall behind her and revealing her nightdress, the neckline temptingly low. The cool air hit her through the thin fabric, and she felt it brush tantalizingly over her nipples. He looked down at the curve of her breast and she could see the hunger in him, the eagerness.
And then he kissed her chest, his chin nudging fabric away until he was upon her breast, the elastic pulled tight away from her. He let his tongue linger on her nipple, swirling around it at first until he took it into his mouth and sucked gently.
She grabbed hold of his back, her instinct and uncontrollable desire keeping him where he was, and she moaned loudly.
“Luke,” she cried, but he pulled away from her.
“Shush, My Love,” he said, his breath playing over her breast. “We must be quiet.”
He raised his head to kiss her mouth again, passionate and driven and full of yearning.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said.
“I know,” she whispered back, “but I want to.”
She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, urgent, searching, and she so desperately wanted to know what it felt like, even though she knew she could not.I will not.
But Luke had other plans. His fingers walked down the length of her body, over her breast and across the flat plain of her stomach until they reached her thighs. He inched up her nightdress, and Alison held her breath, not wanting to destroy the moment with the movement of her chest.
“Luke,” she whispered, and he responded by kissing her, his lips so soft against hers as his fingers found a way between her legs. She gasped, eyes wide, but she parted her legs all the same, obedient to Luke’s prying hand. He stroked her soft, downy hair, the hair she herself had been so tempted to touch on occasion, but she had always stopped herself.
As he probed and parted her, his fingers felt cold in among her moist warmth, but it was a sensation she delighted in and she pushed her hips towards him, her body begging him.
He answered, pushing into her as his thumb stroked her pearl of flesh, and her body began to tremor with the feeling.
“Oh Luke,” she moaned, and as his fingers worked, his lips found her neck, kissing her gently but eagerly.
The sensation that built in her was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was a need, a craving, a pressure. But it was one she wanted, one she loved, and again, she pushed towards him, driving him deeper as the tension in her built, so close to breaking point.
He stopped kissing her and looked at her face, so flushed with passion and sheened with sweat. She tilted her head back, pushing her lips together to stop herself from screaming out, and then—
Then the barrier broke and she was filled with wave after wave of pleasure. It made her toes curl, her eyes screw shut. It sent shivers through every part of her body as she twisted and roiled with pleasure. Her expression was almost pained—she knew that, she could feel it—and yet she could not stop it.
“That was—”
“Shh,” he said, smiling down at her, an almost smug twinkle in his eyes, and then he kissed her again and she fell into him completely.
Finally, she let her body relax, sink into the hay beneath her, and she calmed her needy hands as he calmed his, as though reading her mind. It was magical, when they touched, but it was a magic they needed to guard, not spend too soon.
Alison reached up, cupping his cheek and looking into his eyes, their fiery passion tempered but far from gone. It was a flame ready to ignite at the slightest touch.
“I love you,” she said.
“And I you,” he said. “But I love you too much to ruin it by taking this too far.”
He slipped down until he lay beside her, his head resting on his hand as he looked lovingly down at her.
“You see,” she said, grinning, still feeling the residue of heat in her veins, “you really are perfect. I am so glad you have returned.”
“I was always going to return for you, Alison, and I always will.”
