Page 102 of A Lady of Means
“Why the hell do you have to wear so many clothes?”
“Because valuables are kept hidden away.”
Knee to knee with him on the bed in a cottage behind the mews that was rightfully his, he was working one of her breasts in his mouth, putting her hand in his close-cut dark hair and admonishing her to pull his hair.
“This is the valuable I’ve been dreaming of stealing for myself,” he said, sliding underneath her and placing a lingering kiss at her sex.
Her eyelids fell closed, her eyelashes stuttered.His tongue slipped inside of her, her fingertips gripped his scalp harder.He inserted a finger to accompany the efforts of his wicked mouth, and just as before, she was helpless underneath his touch.Nothing had changed, nothing was sated between them.She still wanted him with the deepest level of want.
He sat up, kneeling on her bed before her in only his small clothes.She reached for him, but he almost pulled away from her touch.“Don’t, just let me,” he said.
“Is it your scar?”
He hung his head.“It’s a horrible scar.”
“You loved me, scars and all.Let me do the same.”
When he was bared to her, she got on her knees.She kissed the taut ridges of his hips arrowing down to his manhood, she kissed the dark and prominent scar that hadn’t had time to fade away.When she’d let him take her in that alcove, there hadn’t been time, she hadn’t been able to peruse his body for all his scars and marks.She was taking her time now.
“This scar,” she said, kissing the ridged skin, noting how he closed his eyes at her touch.“It means you lived to see another day.It means you came back to me.”
“This scar means that I was just a little too late,” he said, over her head.
“Don’t say that,” she said, taking his erection in her hands.
He groaned.She took him into her mouth, not teasing or gentle, but hungry.All the time she’d waited and wanted him in every stroke of her mouth.She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him.Her hands gripped his backside, as his hands massaged her scalp.She kept giving him stroke after stroke, never averting her eyes from his.
Then his hand was clasping hers, pulling her to a sitting position on his lap.“Get off your knees, it’s time for me to show you just how mine you still are.”
He held his hands behind him on the headboard, gesturing for the cravat he’d given her earlier.
Moria was tying his hands when he asked, “Do you know how to tie a…” she looped the cravat into its final position, testing its hold, “A sailor’s knot?”He cursed.“I don’t know why I’m surprised; but somehow your expertise with knots has me even harder.”
“That does it for you more than your cock in my mouth?”
Devyn laughed, nipping her playfully on her arm.Moria felt the pressure building at the base of her spine at the feel of teeth on her bare skin.
“I missed you.I missed your humor, just us…this.”
“I have to tell you something,” Moria said, straddling him.
He tilted his beautiful head to the side.“You waited till I was tied up to say that, you little deviant.”
“Just listen,” she let out a breath.“This doesn’t have to stop.The Duke and I had a conversation?—”
His eyes burned, hot and dark.“Do not speak his name, not to me, not here.”
“He said that if he and I…didn’t suit…if either of us wanted to… seek affection elsewhere…he wouldn’t…he wouldn’t be opposed.”
“Untie me right now.”
She shook her head and placed a hand at his chest.“You’re staying here with me.”
He held her eyes with his own.“You tie me up, and then tell me your husband won’t care if you take a lover so long as he can do the same, is that what I’m hearing, Moria?”
“Devyn, we both get what we want this way,” she ran her fingers in his hair, he pulled away.
“No, we don’t.I don’t get what I want, and neither do you.The Duke is the only one who does.”
