Page 49 of No One's Bride
“Ye’re holding me, touching me now.”
“I mean intimately. I want you to come while you’re kissing me.”
She had never heard anything so scandalous, yet every fibre of her being wished to indulge in these wicked pleasures. “What here?”
“We’ve ten minutes to spare, and Aaron Chance won’t let me within ten feet of your bedchamber.” He glanced at the alley below. The passageway was obscured by a spectre-like fog, shifting with every gust of wind. “I’ve never felt such a clawing hunger. And I’ve felt nothing but anger for such a long time.”
They were on dangerous ground.
She was a slave to his charms.
The more time they spent together, the harder it was to resist. Soon, kissing would not be enough. Touching intimately would not settle the beast. They would gift each other the use of their bodies, but where would that leave them?
What would happen when they revoked the spell?
Lord Denton took the long silence as her answer. “I understand. You do not feel the same. I’m pressing you too hard.”
He moved to open the curtain, but she caught his arm to stall him. “It’s nae that. I need yer touch like I need air to breathe. But what happens when this is all over?”
He captured her chin between his elegant fingers. “Who can say? Maybe we won’t break the spell. Maybe we will, but these perfect memories will mean something. Maybe you’ll forget me.”
The last comment struck a nerve.
What if she forgot how it was to feel worshipped?
“I want ye to touch me,” she said, panic rising. She wanted to remember every precious second spent in his arms. The feelings of adoration would sustain her for a lifetime.
“You’re certain?”
“Aye.”
He wasted no time. His mouth closed over hers, moving in the slow, drugging way that tightened the muscles in her abdomen. His lips were soft, intoxicating, the first stroke of his tongue hardening her nipples.
She moaned into his mouth, felt him smile against her lips.
“You’re so responsive to my touch,” he murmured between kisses, his voice dark and deep. “It’s like our bodies are in tune. No two people have ever been so compatible.”
“Magic holds a power we cannae comprehend.” Her breath caught in her throat as his hand slid up her skirts. Blood raced through her body, pooling hot and heavy between her thighs.
Oh, Lord!
“This isn’t magic.” The first glide of his fingers over her sex sent a shiver to her toes. “It’s the touch of a man who finds you irresistible.”
Did he find her irresistible?
No man had ever taken such liberties.
Still, she could not get enough of him.
“’Tis magic,” she whispered as he moved his fingers back and forth in an erotic rhythm. “Ye hold me spellbound with every wicked stroke.”
“You’re not the only one held captive by the things we do to each other. I’m a slave to your wants and desires. I’m obsessed with the prospect of pleasuring you.”
“I like how ye touch me,” she panted. The intense tingling in her sex made her moan aloud. “Oh! Oh! Did ye know it would feel so good?” The heat building in her lower abdomen spread like wildfire.
“Your reaction to me is what makes this exceptional.” His hot mouth settled on her neck, sucking softly as he brought her closer to a dazzling climax.
She clung to him, a gasp escaping as he probed her entrance and pushed a longer finger slowly into her, stretching her, claiming her.
