Page 56 of A Duke for Stealing
In the far corner of her mind, a soft voice attempted to warn Rose. Attempted to tell her that it was a line. That was something he’d said to countless conquests before her. Yet even there was something in his reverent gaze, something that told that perhaps this time he could possibly mean it. Even if he did not, though,Rose decided it did not matter. Not now. Not when every part of her body ached for him.
“Touch me,” she whispered, giving into her carnal needs as she wrapped her fingers within the dark brown locks of his hair. “Taste me. Everett, please.”
A tortured groan poured from Everett’s lips only a moment before his lips were fused to hers once again, and Rose let herself get lost in the pleasure of it all. She let her body writhe and shiver as his kisses made their way down her neck, over her breasts. She let her grip tighten in his hair as she felt his lips first pluck at her nipple, and she relished the way it made her shiver with pleasure.
More.She’d deal with the consequences later. For now, she wantedmore.
Her whimpers transformed into moans as Everett made his way lower. His lips caressed down her abdomen, over each of her hips, then between her parted legs. She gasped when he roughly threw her legs over his shoulders, and shivered as his tongue made contact with her dewy petals. Everett let out a possessive growl as his mouth pressed to her mons, and he lapped at her greedily.
Rose’s moans grew louder as she arched her back and tilted her hips, giving him as much access to her as possible. At first, his licks were gentle and soft, as they had been in the library, but soon they grew bolder, needier, flicking not just over hersensitive bud but into her hot sheath; drawing her wetness out as if it were honey.
Her orgasm came over her in a rush. There was no gradual rise like last time, but instead it gushed forth as if a dam had broken inside of her. Her body collapsed onto the rug, weak and trembling as waves of pleasure lapped over her. She weakly tried to pull Everett up her body, but he remained, his fingers set tightly on her thighs as he continued to feast until another burst of pleasure was pulled from her body.
“Wait,” she breathed, feeling delightfully close to unconsciousness as he continued still to pleasure her.
Another possessive growl erupted from Everett’s chest as his hands locked on her hips, and as he pulled yet a third release from her body, Rose’s mind went blissfully blank, and she felt herself fully give in to his desires.
Her body was no longer just hers now. It also belonged to him. And her man? Everett? He was ravenous.
“Hold still. There is one more,” Everett gently coaxed. He dropped a kiss on Rose’s naked shoulder and renewed his search for the last pin in Rose’s hair.
He hadn’t meant to lose control like he did. He had thought he’d buried that primal part of himself deep down so that he couldshow Rose the tenderness she deserved. Despite his efforts, though, that savage part of him had risen from the shallow grave he’d buried it in and taken over him as he’d tasted Rose.
He couldn’t quite count how many times he’d tasted her release. Four times? Five? More? He only knew that when he was finally satisfied, Rose was limp with exhaustion and could barely mutter a promise that he had not hurt her.
At one time, not long ago, Everett would have felt superior with his work as he put on his clothes and left the woman he’d diminished into a muttering mess. With Rose, though, he didn’t want to leave.Could notleave.
So instead, he curled her spent form into his arms, laid her back against his chest, and helped her sit up as he worked to loosen the pins from her still-damp hair. Finally, he found the last one, placed it in the pile, and massaged his fingers through her long hair. He might be done with giving her orgasms, but he couldn’t seem to stop finding reasons to touch her. To pull out more of those faint whimpers that he was no doubt becoming addicted to hearing.
Rose let out a weak sigh of relief as he gently combed through her damp locks, and she snuggled deeper into his chest. He reveled in that sound.
“Are you warm enough?” He whispered into her ear.
The fire he’d built was starting to die down, but its small orange flames were still undulating and casting off heat. He knew heshould throw another log or two on, but the idea of leaving her body for even a minute seemed impossible.
“Mmm,” she muttered. Her head lolled weakly against his shoulder, forming at the last moment into a nod.
Outside, the rain was still coming down in heavy sheets. Securing their privacy for a few minutes longer. Still, Everett knew that before long, they would have to dress and return to the party. For the first time, he did not want to join in on the merriment of others, but instead, wished to stay tucked away with Rose.
“Does it work?”
Rose’s voice was so soft and full of sleep that Everett almost missed her question.
“Does what work?” He asked.
“Handling your burdens with dalliances,” Rose replied.
For a moment, Everett was not at all sure what she was talking about. Then he remembered their previous conversation and went rigid. He hadn’t been prepared for such a question. He slowly pulled his fingers from her hair, then found her chin with his fingers. Gently, he turned her head to the left so he could lean around and look into her eyes. He saw no judgment or condescension, but instead genuine curiosity in her dazed irises.
“It can,” he admitted after a while, “Though it can be a short diversion at times.”
“What about theDevil’s Masquerade?” She asked, starting to sound more awake. “Does such a place offer a longer diversion?”
Everett’s brows rose.
“What do you know of the Masquerade?” He asked in return.
Rose let out a laugh.
