Page 23 of Sloth: The Fallen Earl
Ever so grateful, the lively piece sent her hips flying up and shoved herself against his fingers. Like a benevolent master with his vassal, he stroked her tenderly, but at a pace that suited the agonized state of her desire.
“B-Benedict,” she panted, biting at her lower lip. “Please, don’t st—Ahh,” she cried out when he ceased his movements.
His expression hardened. Her continued use of his given name called on his restraint.
“You are not to share that I was here tonight,” he said, delivering it as the icy warning he intended it to be.
The lady looked sadly at him; her raging desire dimmed, but it didn’t fade completely. “I would never.”
He smiled a cynical smile. She appeared positively hurt he’d suggest as much. “Mine wasn’t a question, sweet. It was a warning. If you mention any of what we’ve done here tonight, I’ll destroy you just the same.”
Sitting up, she brought her knees close in a protective pose. Her still hungry gaze turned sad. “Do you truly believeyou’dbe destroyed?” she asked softly, with a bitter insight that penetrated his reservations. “Come, my lord, we both know you and I would never be held to the same standards.”
Yes, that was true. The tension left him. There came a far greater risk were she to expose her good name to the sin they’d both taken part in this night.
“You sound resentful,” he noted, loosening his cravat.
His lover brought a blonde-brown eyebrow arcing up. “If our roles were reversed, wouldn’tyoube?” she countered.
“Yes,” Wakefield freely admitted. “It’s hardly f—” He stopped himself.
What in hell had brought him into a philosophical discussion with the game piece he was hungry to bed? This certainly marked a first in all his sexual encounters.
His lover reached for the sheets.
Wakefield fixed his hooded gaze on her. “Leave it.” He issued that silky directive as he removed his cravat. “I’m still going to fuck you the entire night through.” He hocked the white silk scrap to the floor.
His sensual actress called up a blush to rival the summer sunset.
He flared his eyes in false shame. “I’ve offended you with my words.”
She didn’t even bother trying to deny it.
Tossing his head back, Wakefield laughed. “God, you are good at your part, sweet,” he said, after he’d removed his lawn shirt. He caught the waistband of his trousers in both hands and shoved them down. He kicked the garment aside.
His enigmatic lover slid her gaze slowly down, lower and lower, until it landed on the long ridge of his enormous erection. “Oh…my.”
Her throaty whisper contained a level of hunger that nearly swallowed him with lust. “Is mine the first cock you’ve seen, little love?”
Her entire body went the same fiery shade as the lady’s cheeks. “Y-Yes.”
Wakefield repressed a grin, unwilling to be the player to break from the charade they played. He bowed his head in false penitence. “My apologies, sweet,” he murmured. Climbing onto the high four-poster bed, he crawled over to her. “I should not be so crude.” He whispered that self-chastisement against her lips.
They tangled with their mouths and tongues.
Her fingers were instantly reaching up to draw him down to join her.
The moment he came over and lowered his body over hers, she was instantly curling her legs around his thigh and rubbing herself against him.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Is this what you want, ma petite siren?” he purred and again palmed her already drenched, honeyed curls.
She panted and lifted her hips into his hand, spurring him on. “Yes! Please help me.”
Her pleas nearly undid his ironclad restraint. He gritted his teeth, and it was all he could do to keep from being the one to end their game of pretend and bury his cock deep inside her sweet quim.
Wakefield stared at her flushed face, gleaming with a delicate sheen. He’d not be the one to relinquish their show. This time, he slipped a single finger inside her sodden and surprisingly tight channel and gave her another taste of what she craved.
