Page 40 of Unmasked By a Captivating Lady
Desperately, his hands found her breasts, kneading them. She groaned again, sounding almost as if she were in pain. His left hand cupped a breast, then slipped beneath the fabric of her bodice, finding the bare flesh beneath. He shuddered in rapture, feeling the hardened peak of her nipple and the soft fullness of the orb.
He bent his head, finding the nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth. Slowly, languorously, he suckled, feeling her shuddering beneath him. In a blind daze, his hands found her gown, pulling it up desperately, so that it was gathered around her hips.
He sighed in pure pleasure as he found her secret core, sinking his hand in deep, feeling the warm wetness that showed him that she was enjoying this as much as he was. She moaned again, her head flung back. His mouth left her breast, travelling downwards, kissing her feverishly.
Suddenly, he couldn’t resist. He had to taste her, now.
Gently, he pushed her against the tree, seeking her with his mouth. He felt her stiffen in shock, as his lips and tongue traversed the same path his hand had just taken. For a moment, she resisted, and her muscles locked. But then she slumped, almost turning to liquid beneath him. He heard her groaning in pure, bewildered delight.
He was lapping against her now, feeling her quivering response. In a daze, he kept going, suckling at the spot he knew was the source of her pleasure. He could feel the tension within her as the sensations were building within her. He knew that she was close to her final release.
Suddenly, she stiffened again, letting out a little cry. He felt her convulse beneath him, and abruptly she slipped so that the top half of her body sagged over him.
With panting breath, he extracted himself, aching with need. He was so hard he thought he would surely burst. Just feeling her ecstasy was driving him crazy, but instinctively he knew now was not the time. They were in the garden, while a ball carried on around them. He had taken a big risk doing even this with her, when they could be discovered at any moment.
He stood up, trembling, grabbing her in his arms to support her. He could feel his final ambivalence about getting involved with her crumble away, like dust falling through his fingers.
He gazed at her tenderly. She was flushed, in the afterglow of her ecstasy, and panting, trying to catch her breath. This was still all so new to her. He well remembered the bewilderment of it when he had first discovered these joys. It was almost as if so much pleasure was overwhelming, and a little frightening.
“Ara,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “Ara.”
She shuddered a little, steadfastly gazing over his shoulder, refusing to look at him. Gently, he tilted her face upwards, forcing her to look him in the eye.
“I love you, Ara,” he whispered. “I love you…”
Her eyes flickered towards his, but quickly slid away again.
He gripped her tighter. “Do not feel ashamed, my love,” he whispered fiercely. “What I did to you is natural, and normal. It is one of the things that men and women who are joined in love do together. It is as old as time.”
She didn’t reply for a moment. He could feel her embarrassment coursing through her, and with it, a growing awareness of where she was. She was coming back to earth with a thud, after the dream of what had just happened between them.
She stiffened slightly in his arms.
“Ara?” he said slowly. “What is wrong?”
She jolted back, out of his arms, pushing him away. He gazed at her, bewildered.
“Enough,” she growled, her eyes flashing. “I have had enough of your lies…”
“What?” he cried, reaching for her.
But she pushed him away again, almost violently, so that he slipped slightly, almost losing his footing.
Without another word she turned, fleeing down the path, back towards the house.
Chapter 20
Ara kept running, her heart beating furiously. It was so loud it almost drowned out the sound of the music, wafting towards her from the ball room.
You fool,she told herself fiercely.You stupid, weak fool!
She heard him behind her, pursuing her. She quickened her step, her heart beating harder. She simply could not believe what had just happened. How the man had simply emerged out of the shadows, claiming that he loved her, and she had succumbed to him again, just like she had in the stable.
She blinked back furious tears. What waswrongwith her? He had treated her abominably, admitted that he had been a coward by avoiding her tonight, and still she had let him kiss her and drag her behind that tree, where he had…
Her face suffused with colour. Was it decent, what he had done to her, behind that tree? And yet, it had been so glorious, she was still stunned by the sensations he had brought to life within her. She had experienced the same ecstasy as she had in the stable, at the touch of his hand, but this time…it had been something else entirely.
Her colour deepened. How was it possible that she wanted to shun the man for what he had done, and still feel such joy with him? How could she feel as if she hated him, and yet cling to him in ecstasy?
