Page 92 of The Wolf of Mayfair
“You taste so good, Helia,” Wingrave breathed, and stroked his tongue over her clitoris.
She whimpered.
Helia slowly, unevenly pushed herself up onto her elbows. She looked at Wingrave with confused, lust-filled eyes.
“Anthony,” she whispered pleadingly.
“Aww, you’re in pain,” he crooned. “I’ll help you, love.” Not breaking eye contact, he rubbed his painful erection. “I am, too,” he said huskily.
Helia’s eyes widened.
Stroking himself through his trousers, Wingrave dived back into worshipping her cunny. “I’ll suck you until you scream with pleasure and a blissful surrender,” he said, in a harsh, ragged promise.
Helia ground her teeth and pumped her hips angrily against him.
“You’re close, love,” he purred. “Come for me, sweet kitten.”
Then, Wingrave, still tormenting her with his tongue, inserted a finger inside her slick, tight channel.
Helia’s lithe, beguiling body tensed.
His head still buried in her cunny, Wingrave stole a glance up.
Helia’s eyes remained big, wide, unblinking circles.
He pressed his tongue hard.
That was all she needed.
Helia came. She screamed, cursed, and sobbed through her surrender—as he’d known she would, the naughty little thing.
The taste of her sweet nectar flooding his mouth left him half-mad, crazed with an insatiable lust. As he continued to wring every last drop of her, Wingrave’s cock trembled.
Wingrave gritted his teeth and fought the urge to come in his trousers like some pathetic green lad with his first whore.
Apparently, for all his previous doubting, the Lord proved real, after all, for Helia let loose one last small, delightful gasp and collapsed, depleted from Wingrave’s endeavors.
He gave her one final lick. She quivered.
“Good girl,” he praised, rewarding her with a gentle kiss upon her silkily soft inner thigh. God, how he wanted to fuck her.
She’d let him. He knew he could have her.
So take her.
A weak, shy, but grateful smile wreathed her lips, and that rakish voice in his head grew distant.
She’d be ruined if he did this.
She is already ruined. Take what you’ve been wanting since she stepped inside your goddamned household.
An inner war he’d never before faced waged within him.
The difference was, the lady might be ruined in society’s eyes, but she remained a virgin—in only the sense of the word anyway.
The thick fringe of her reddish-brown lashes swept low and concealed Helia’s stunningly bright green eyes.
Her heaving chest settled into a smooth, slow, even, up-and-down rhythm.
