Page 53 of In a Rake's Embrace
Seeing Agatha like this would be etched into his memory; years from now, he knew he would still recall this moment. In the past, once he moved on from a lover, he never allowed themto linger in his thoughts. But Agatha was different, slipping past his defenses and leaving an indelible mark.
“Work your pussy faster,” he commanded. “Use three fingers and press harder against your clitoris with each glide.”
She shuddered and climaxed; her gaze widened with stunned disbelief.
Ah, my sweet, you are still so beautifully innocent. And by God, I wantto unravel and debauch you.
Thomas pulled away from Agatha,his teeth gritted as he fought to regain control. A thrill of satisfaction and delight coursed through her, realizing she’d unraveled his cool, unshakable control to this point. He grabbed his cock, his fingers wrapping around the thick, throbbing shaft, and tilted his head back, his eyes closed as he tried to remaster himself.
“You did not attain pleasure like I did,” Agatha said, her voice husky, reaching out to glide her finger across his smooth crown.
Thomas’s throat worked on a tight swallow, and he stepped back. “It is not necessary,” he said, his voice strained.
Agatha performed a happy dance in her thoughts before delicately clearing her throat. “Why?” she pressed, her eyes never leaving his face, searching for answers in the carnal lines of his expression.
“The best way to master oneself is through denial or …”
“Or you might do more than you want,” she said softly, “likethoroughlyravish me.”
“Yes,” he said, his grip tightening around his cock.
I want you, too, she silently cried, her heart aching. “I want to see your release. What is it like?”
Thomas lifted a brow.
“You have seen my release, and I have not seen yours. You’ve mentioned that men and women self-pleasure. Show me.”
His mouth quirked, and he moved to the chaise, sprawling on it like an emperor, his body a study in raw, primal beauty. Agatha’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him. He clasped his thick stalk, his hand moving with a practiced rhythm, his eyes half-closed as he held her stare.
Agatha’s heart pounded. She had never seen anything so beautiful, and the sight of him, so unguarded, pierced her chest with that sweet, almost frightening emotion. His face was a harsh but sensual grimace of lust.
“Thomas,” she softly said, “You look … magnificent.”
Agatha could feel the heat of his desire, the raw, unbridled passion that seemed to pulse through the room, drawing her in, making her want to reach out and touch him, to feel the heat of his skin against hers. Still on her knees, she glided forward, her gaze locked on his. With a flicker of her tongue, she traced over the sensitive, flared head of his cock, watching his reaction. Thomas groaned, his head falling back as he continued to stroke himself, his body arching.
“Do it again,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
This time she sucked, raking her teeth on the underside before releasing him from her lips.
“Fuck!”
He jerked his hands twice, and he reached his climax with his body tense and muscles straining. Thomas’s low, guttural sound of pleasure skated over her skin, igniting a heat deep in her belly that pulsed with a fierce, undeniable desire.
Agatha rose and crossed to the mantle, pouring whisky into two glasses. She handed him one, then settled at the opposite end of the chaise, acutely aware of her nakedness and that she wore only stockings, garters, and dancing slippers. She enjoyed the appreciative gleam in his gaze, even as a faint blush warmedher skin. Curling one leg beneath her, she brought the glass to her lips, savoring a sip.
“Thomas.”
His gaze collided with hers. “Hmm?”
“Ellen … she mentioned that she had a lover who took pleasure in … her arse. From her experience, I presumed she couldn’t be mistaken. She implied that many gentlemen atAphroditelook for a lover willing to …”
His eyes glinted with humor. “Yes. Your winner might desire to take you there.”
Her heart skipped a beat; the idea still left her breathless. “Will it hurt?”
“Yes.”
Startled, her eyes widened. “Is it also painful for the man?”
