Page 39 of Obsession: The Unspoken Sin
“Don’t,” she ordered, hardly recognizing the authoritative, sultry quality of her voice. “I don’t want you to be a gentleman with me now. You’ve allowed me a choice in everything. And now I’d have you show me that same power in this.”
Her eyes grew heavy. A bright, unholy glint came to life in his eyes.
“You wish to be in control, mistress,” he purred silkily.
Alice nodded.
“Then order me as you would.” His thick, long lashes swept low, and he stared at her through thin, dangerous, and lust-filled slits. “I’m a mere servant, here to serve you, Alice.”
…I’m a mere servant, here to serve you…
That this all-powerful, strong, muscular, formidable man let her take charge and acquiesced lit an explosive heat within her, her lust and longing so great, it threatened to consume her in a fiery conflagration.
Alice untangled his cravat and left that white satin fabric about his neck, and she then used it, leading him, all but dragging him, to the white satin chaise available as a prop to the future artists who’d inhabit this hall. All the while she went, he kept the pace she’d set and followed along on his knees. She stopped at the chaise and held his gaze with hers. Lust sparkled within those dangerous blue depths that possessed a danger that had never been there. The feral hardness in them set her pulse to pounding.
A slow, knowing virile grin teased his lips up into a seductive smile. He knew what she wanted. He knew she delighted in this sensual power over him.
“What will my future bride have me do?” he asked in a low, seductive baritone; that lust-filled question, coupled with the primitive way in which he peered at her, pulled a moan from Alice.
“Remove my dress.” Alice thinned her eyes into narrow, cat-like slits. “Now.”
How did her command emerge so steady and self-possessed when she was liquid heat inside?
“As you wish, my future bride,” he purred, the most feral of black panthers loose in London. Unleashing danger and opening the civilized apparel, never taking his gaze from hers, Laurence reached his hands behind her and undid button after button with such expediency she didn’t even have time to order him to move faster before he had her bodice down and the top of her dress shoved about her waist.
Laurence gazed upon her bare flesh the same way the first sinners certainly had on the forbidden fruit.
A low, agony-laced groan, rumbled from his chest, and he leaned forward to place his lips against first her right mound. She wanted his attentions more than she wanted the air she breathed. She craved it. His kiss, his touch there. Still, somehow, she found the restraint to stop him just as his lips would’ve closed about her turgid peak.
“Did I ask you to kiss me, Laurence?” she asked, threading hardness into her voice; the faint tremble in her tone, however, weakened her command.
Still, he committed to Alice being in complete power and control.
“What would my mistress have me do?” He breathed that question so close to her trembling flesh, his lips brushed against her nipple in an incidental kiss.
Alice’s breath caught.
“Take my breasts in your hands and play with them, Laurence,” she demanded, when she trusted herself to properly order him about.
Laurence instantly complied. He lightly massaged and molded her flesh in his large hands.
She moaned. It wasn’t enough.
“Harder,” she ordered. “Tug them.Pullon them.”
“Yes,” she hissed as he so dutifully followed her instructions.
A capable student to her austere teacher.
Alice let her head fall back and let the sighs and moans ease freely from her lips, recognizing and rewarding him for his efforts.
Eyes closed, she reveled in the feel, the sorcery of his touch.
Then she breathed, “Take me in your mouth. Suck on me.”
Having lived in a notorious gaming hell, where she was charged with creating erotic paintings, there had been too many times when she’d been filled with a rapacious hunger. She’d hungered before she’d even learned how to bring herself some relief from that sharp ache between her legs. But nothing compared to having a strong, good, skilled man and lover tend her.
As he filled his mouth with her nipple, she opened her mouth, prepared to order him to suck hard, but he’d seemed to grasp all too quickly and keenly exactly how she liked it and what she craved.
