Page 60 of The Dangerous Love of a Rogue
On all fours above her, he licked and then sucked one nipple, not touching her anywhere else.
‘Andrew.’ It was an exquisite sensation.
When his fingers touched her skin, he was shaking too – he was nervous too.
Her hands braced either side of his head, encouraging him to lie beside her and kiss her mouth, to steady them both with what they had done many times before. As they kissed, facing one another on their sides, her leg rested over his hip; the sensation of skin against skin a new discovery.
With a slight pressure he rolled her onto her back, his kiss left her mouth and his hand slid to her hip. His mouth followed the path of his hand, kissing down her middle to her stomach. Her muscles jolted at each touch.
Then his kiss touched her intimately between her legs.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she laughed a little. Nervously.
He did not stop. His tongue swept out to taste her there.
‘Andrew!’
‘Relax.’ The heat of his breath burned her there, before he licked again.
He sucked her there, as he had sucked her nipple, sparking sharp sensations to spin through her body.
‘Andrew.’ His name came on a tide of want.
She was the worse for wear due to the wine, wistful and weak, and that meant everything that he did seemed… wonderful.
Then his fingers were within her as they had been the other day and his tongue claimed her too, and this time it was no slight invasion, it was a deep intrusion.
‘Ah.’ Her head pressed back into the bed, and her body lifted to his touch as her fingers clasped into fists in his hair. The sensations he had first taught her in the darkness swelled.
‘Please,’ she whispered, not even knowing what she was asking for. She was so hot. She just wanted this to be complete.
‘Not yet. We will wait until you experience the little death.’
It felt as though her fingers were clinging to sanity while he continued trying to steal her away with his wickedness.
‘Oh…’ then… ‘Andrew…’ There was that rush of intoxicating overwhelming sensations.
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The flavour of Mary’s nectar filled Drew’s mouth as the spasm of her release pulled at his fingers and pulsed on the tip of his tongue.
Emotion tightened his throat and clasped in his stomach.
He’d known she was beautiful, but… naked… she outshone every other woman. There was not a single blemish on her pale skin. Her body was truly like porcelain.
‘Mary.’ He rose and moved over her.
Her eyes were glazed by the wine and her limbs moved clumsily to accommodate him between her legs. She had drunk her wine too quickly, and drunk more than she should have. But he understood she had needed the courage. She was everything pure and beautiful – and any moment now she would be his. He would be the very first, and he hoped the only man. He would marry her and keep her for himself.I do love you.
He positioned himself carefully above her, feeling his tip at the moist juncture between her thighs.
Her blue eyes were wide and luminous, revealing her fear.
‘It will hurt, just for a moment,’ he said, then plunged into her body hard and quick.
She gasped and cried out as his penetration pierced her barrier.
Buried inside her he held still, as she bit her lip and he fought not to express the emotions that dammed his throat.
