Page 108 of The Wolf of Mayfair
Anthony stilled. “God, you are magnificent, Helia.” The glint in his eyes darkened. “Then, let us get on with it.”
She shivered at the ravenous way in which he devoured her with his gaze.
Anthony pulled Helia into his arms and crushed his mouth over hers. Unlike the earlier kisses, aggressive in their own right, these were even more frenetic. He nipped and bit her lips: the lower, the upper, their corners.
She whimpered, and he took that parting of her lips as a surrender. Perhaps it was.
“I’m going to take your small hand and wrap it around my cock,” he said harshly against her mouth. His vow didn’t bring fear; rather, with it came an agonizing throbbing.
He moved to the edge of the bed, so his feet were planted on the floor, and Helia scooted nearer him.
“I’m going to teach you how to tug me off, little love.”
As promised, Anthony took her fingers and guided them over his long, proud erection. He proceeded to show Helia exactly what he’d meant with his dirty promise.
Heat crept across her cheeks, and Helia buried her head against his shoulder.
“Ah-ah, little love,” he scolded. “There is no embarrassment between us, and certainly not in this. Not in my arms. Not in my bed. Now,touchme,” he demanded.
He’d already guided Helia’s hand up and down smoothly, slowly, teaching her, until she caught on to the rhythm he so loved. “Just like that,” he gritted out, his features strained.
By the tensing of his features and the pleasure-pain radiating from his eyes, he favored her efforts greatly. Helia thrilled at the knowledge she could move him as he moved her with his touch.
“Christ, that feels so bloody good,” he rasped.
His wicked words and the feel of his hot, steely rod in her fingers sent wetness flooding to that hungry place between her legs.
From almost her first night within this dark, sinister household, she’d craved things she’d not known about or understood at the time. Since then, he’d opened her eyes to the wonder to be had in his arms, and she yearned for all of it—all the mysteries of her body and his that remained, as of now, still unexplored.
Helia grazed her fingertips lightly over the plum, round tip. She resumed her exploration. Veins pulsed and bulged on the thick rod. A crystalline bead pebbled and then leaked from the tiniest slit.
Fascinated, Helia smoothed the pad of her thumb over that lucent fluid, smearing it around the head of his penis.
Anthony emitted a deep, guttural, pain-filled growl.
Helia instantly stopped and looked up.
“Do. Not. Stop.” He bit out each harsh syllable of that order.
Helia did his bidding. She continued to stroke him up and down, over and over, until his eyes slid closed and obscene curses fell from his lips.
Recalling the potent effect his mouth had upon her, Helia lowered her head to Anthony’s lap and tasted of that clear fluid; the salty taste of him filled her mouth.
A low, animalistic groan shook Anthony’s whole body. “How did you learn that, sweet?” he hissed.
Helia hesitated and, with a frown, glanced up. “Ye dinnae like i-it,” she stammered. “I-I th-thought ye might enjoy it like when ye k-kissed me—”
His eyes bored into Helia’s. “I do not like it,” he rasped. “I love it.” He cupped her possessively at the nape.
Brought to life by both his primal grip and approval, Helia licked his length. She trailed a path of kisses along the rock-hard shaft.
He teased his fingers along her jaw, urging her to open. “Please, sweet, take me in your mouth,” he implored.
Exhilarated at having been the one to reduce Anthony, this proud, powerful man, to begging, Helia moved up and down on his length. Each time she took him a bit deeper.
“Less teeth, little one. Yes, yes, that’s it,” he said through gritted teeth, as with his words and low groans he guided her exactly toward what he sought. “God, I want to come in your mouth so bad.”
Anthony shoved a hand under her chemise and slid two fingers inside her.
