Page 22 of The Villain
“No,” she exclaimed, the word coming out on a cry of regret at the loss of that thick digit filling her.
“How about like this?” he asked, pressing both thumbs to the lips of her mons and parting them to reveal the tender flesh inside.
Before she could reply, he laid his tongue against her, dragging it up and over her folds, then swirling it over her clit in one long lap. She cried out, her eyes falling closed again as the unfamiliar sensation sent fresh waves of desire through her. Now beyond caring about who he was or what he’d done, her body simply craved release. For thirty days, he would possess her body, use it as he saw fit. Why should she not derive pleasure if he wanted to give it? The alternative was something she did not wish to think of.
“N-no,” she whispered, trembling in his hold. “No one has ever done that to me before.”
He made a little sound in the back of his throat just before surging forward and putting his mouth on her. His tongue laved her clit while he suckled at her tender inner flesh, his hands holding tight to her thighs. Her head fell back, and she melted, her limbs becoming heavy as he nibbled upon her as if starving. He licked and kissed, suckled and tugged, causing her to squirm beneath him, her feet and legs striking the keys when he struck a particularly sensitive place and caused her entire body to quake. Then, he centered all his attentions upon her clit, drawing it into his mouth and sucking it with deep, merciless pulls that made her toes curl.
The tension in her core unfurled in a torrent that stole her breath away. Her lips parted on a silent cry as the tremors of a climax ripped violently through her, accompanied by a flood of moisture. Adam held her down when her hips lifted from the pianoforte, refusing to pull his lips away from her until the spasms had ceased and she’d gone still beneath him.
Opening her eyes, she found the ceiling above her spinning, her entire world tilting and swaying precariously. She’d achieved climax many times—both at the hand of her first lover, and at her own once she’d figured out that she need only touch herself the way he had—but it had never been so explosive, so all-encompassing. And he’d only been touching her with his mouth.
Struggling back up onto her elbows, she forced herself to look at him. It would not do to lose what she’d gained if he caught her trying to avoid looking at him. He was watching her with a smirk curving his arrogant mouth, the twinkle in his eye unmistakable. He knew what he’d just done to her and must be feeling quite proud of himself. He stood abruptly, forcing a gasp from her as her heart began to pound in anticipation of what he would do next. Her legs flailed, her instinct for self-preservation flaring to life as he loomed over her—so overwhelmingly large and masculine.
With a throaty laugh, he hooked his fingers into the ribbon tied around her neck and pulled, hauling her up against him. His wide body forced her legs to remain parted, leaving her open and vulnerable to him as he kept hold of the ribbon, his knuckles digging into her throat.
Lifting his other hand to her face, he held her captive with his fiery eyes, locked in her stare as he ran his index finger over her lips. The scent of her own arousal flooded her senses, mingling with Adam’s earthy, masculine aroma. It proved a heady fragrance, making her head spin and her body relax against his. He flicked his tongue out, tickling her upper lip, then her lower, then the seam of her mouth. She opened for him with a sigh, whimpering as their mingled taste overwhelmed her palate, causing desire to flare back to life deep in her belly.
Pulling away abruptly, he sat her up, taking both her hands in his and pressing them against his middle. She gasped at the feel of him through his shirt. Without the layers of a waistcoat and coat between them, she could feel every hard inch of his abdomen, his skin radiating heat through the linen.
“Now you,” he demanded. “Show me how you touched him.”
Her hands trembled as she wrinkled her brow, her mouth going dry as she realized what he was asking her to do. She’d only ever been so bold once, after much cajoling.
His hand shot up in an eye’s blink, his fingers biting into her jaw. She gasped at the naked intensity she found in his gaze, a quiet threat lurking in the depths.
“Obey, Daphne,” he said in a low whisper more threatening than any roar would have been. “If you fight me, I’ll only enjoy it more.”
His words spurred her into action, and she dropped her hands to his breeches, her fingers fumbling to get them open. Clenching her teeth, she forced her shaking hands into submission and managed to open his fall, freeing the heavy root between his thighs. Her mouth fell open in a shocked gasp as she glanced down at his cock, the long, thick organ stretching out toward her through the opening of his breeches, the head dripping with wetness.
She’d only touched one other man’s cock, and his hadn’t been half as big as this. Her gut churned as she tried to imagine him putting it inside of her and wondering if he might not split her in two. Shaking herself out of her reverie, she reminded herself of his threat. If she didn’t do what he’d demanded, who knew what he’d do to punish her.
Wrapping one hand around him, she tested his weight and length, curiosity propelling her past fear. When she had touched her previous lover, she’d been too ashamed to look at him, too young and afraid to be so bold. This would be her first unobstructed view of a man’s cock, as well as her first thorough exploration.
His skin was hot and smooth, so soft against her palm. Yet, when she gave him a little squeeze, he felt as if he were made of iron inside, hard and unrelenting. Grunting, he surged his hips, stroking it against her palm. She followed his lead, closing her hand around him, her fingers barely meeting her thumb as she stroked in time with his thrusts.
He grasped her other hand and urged it toward his cock, wrapping it around him just above the other. But he did not let go this time. Instead, he kept a tight hold on her fist and guided her, shifting his hips to meet each downward motion. His breath grew harsher, and against the base of his throat, his pulse hammered wildly.
“That’s it, little dove,” he groaned, quickening their strokes by coaxing her hands faster, the moisture urged from his head causing skin to glide easily over skin. “Stroke me with those soft, pretty hands.”
He captured her lower lip between his teeth, making her whimper and flinch at the stinging nip of his teeth. Then he soothed it with his tongue, plunging it into her mouth while he kept thrusting his cock into her hands.
“Fuck,” he muttered, jerking against her and gritting his teeth, the corded muscles of his neck straining.
A shudder wracked him, and then he spent, his cock shooting hot spurts of his seed onto her. She gasped when it splattered her lower belly, another sudden stream of it staining one of her thighs, even more of it dribbling over the back of one hand. Staring at him open-mouthed, she remained speechless as he straightened and tucked himself back into his breeches.
Still breathing heavily, his chest stretching his shirt with each inhale, he gave her a wicked grin. “The harp is yours, little dove … whenever you wish.”
Then, he was turning to leave, striding for the door with all the swagger and cocky assurance of a man who’d just gotten exactly what he wanted.
Daphne remained where she sat on the pianoforte for a moment, still shocked. She trembled, her body humming as if her blood rushed hotly through her veins. As promised, he’d used her, and it would seem he was now finished.
Carefully lowering herself to the floor, she cringed as her gown fell to cover her. Adam’s seed still marked her, sticky and wet against her belly and one thigh. Hoping Maeve would not be in her chambers so she could clean the evidence of the encounter off her body in private, she left the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
fter cleaning herself up, Daphne left her chambers and continued exploring the castle alone. Despite now having Adam’s permission to use the harp in the music room, she had grown too restless to sit still and practice. Her encounter with the Master of this imposing palace was never far from her mind, each touch of his hand and stroke of his tongue indelibly imprinted on her memory. As she walked through the house, taking her time to inspect more of the rooms more closely, just the thought of the wicked things he’d done caused her face to flush. Her nipples grew tight beneath her gown, her thighs becoming slick from the moisture pooling there.
