Page 52 of A Virgin for the Duke of Depravity
“You mean, you want me like this?” He knelt in front of her and parted her legs so that he could sit between them. Pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee, he looked up at her.
Margaret could not hide how badly she thought this would undo her. She tipped her head back, her eyes still closed, a moan tearing from her throat.
“Leo, please,” she whispered.
“Please what?”
“Please don’t make me wait any longer to feel you,” she managed to say in a rush.
She tried to open her eyes and force herself to look at him. He smiled back at her, but it wasn’t with joy. It was a wolfish expression.
He was a Beast, she reminded herself.
“Your wish is my command, My Lady.”
Leo kneeled between Margaret’s legs and watched what his proximity did to her before he even touched her. She had been eager for this moment, and he intended to make it last as long as possible.
Judging from the way she moaned his name at the smallest of touches, he knew it would not take long to undo her.
He pressed another kiss to the inside of her knee and then moved a centimeter higher. Instead of a kiss, this time he nipped her and licked up her thigh. Margaret gasped, rocking her hips to meet him.
“Are you in such a rush?” He was teasing her because he already knew that she ached for him to deliver on the promise of Olympus and his little book club.
“I don’t know how much more I can take,” Margaret whimpered.
She arched her back, and he took in the full view of her ample breasts. With one hand, he reached for her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
“I aim to make this last,” he told her, but continued kissing up her thigh, switching to her other leg.
“Leo, please,” she begged once more. “Please taste me.”
“You mean like this?” he whispered, his lips brushing the lips of her sex.
She moaned again, and her hips bucked against him.
Leo was certain that she did not know how much she tempted him to do more than simply taste her. He had told Aaron that he wanted to break her, and this was how he would do it—at Olympus, in his little book club. Their story came full circle.
But when she thrust her hips up toward him, he could no longer hold back. His tongue traced her bud, swollen and wet for him. He flicked it with his tongue and relished the taste.
Margaret cried out, and her body began to shake as pleasure built up inside her. Leo loved knowing that this was all it took to make her change her mind. She would not want anyone the Earl would choose for her in the same way she wantedhim.
Who else would be able to give her this—the pleasure she was so desperately in need of? Margaret may have thought she was going to be a nun, but it was so clear to Leo that what she craved was touch.
She needed a man who could handle her. And Leo knew only one man who could do that.
He pulled back from her and trailed kisses up her belly and over her chest until he made it to her lips.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” His voice was a mere whisper against her lips.
She nodded, suddenly shy with him so close to her.
He kissed her then, parting her lips with his tongue. He traced the corners of her mouth with his tongue, hers hesitantly coming to meet him. He pressed harder into her, his kiss insistent.
He broke their kiss to sit beside her on the settee rather than kneeling between her legs. Roughly, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into his lap. As she sat astride him, he heard her gasp.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he said, his voice rough.
He thrust his hips up, allowing his cock to brush her sex. Only the thin fabric of his pants separated him from her.
