Page 55 of In a Rake's Embrace
Agatha’s fingers clenched slightly against the cushion as he moved to massage her buttocks, his touch firm yet somehow reverent. He lowered his head, his breath hot against her skin, and bit gently into the swell of one buttock cheek. The sensationsent a jolt of pleasure through her, and a low groan escaped her lips before she could suppress it. Her skin tingled, every nerve alive under his mouth and hands.
“Do you enjoy this?”
Her answer came as a soft hum, an involuntary arch of her back pressing her closer to his touch. The feel of him so close was intoxicating. Every brush of his fingers, every press of his palm, seemed to reach inside her, leaving her senses heightened, raw, and wanting.
Thomas’s oiled fingers brushed her shoulders, gliding smoothly down her back with gentle, deliberate pressure, tracing the curve of her spine. She could feel every precise touch, each stroke heightening her awareness of him. Agatha wasn’t just aware of him—she was consumed.
“Are you ready?” His voice was a low murmur, gentle and reassuring, wrapping around her like warmth itself.
Agatha nodded, her pulse racing, excitement and curiosity threading through her. She trusted him with her body. When his fingers reached the cleft of her derriere, he pressed his lips to her shoulder, his kiss lingering, soft and slow. Agatha’s breath hitched, and her belly tightened. A single oiled finger slid into her arse, and she gasped at the sting.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. “Let yourself feel every moment.”
He moved his finger, working it deeper until she melted beneath his touch. Just as her breath steadied, he leaned forward, his mouth brushing over her lower back, his teeth grazing the globe of her arse, gentle but possessive.
Soon, another finger joined the first, and a gasp escaped her, sharp and unbidden, fire searing her back entrance. “Thomas,” she cried, gripping the cushion. “It hurts.”
“I know.”
A whimper escaped her when he started to work his fingers deeper, stretching those unused muscles.
“My cock ismuch thicker than these two fingers,” he said. “A considerate lover will prepare and liberally oil you to take him. It will still hurt.”
His voice was a low murmur, rich with carnality and something darker. Thomas’s thrust was steady and deep, and she couldn’t help the sob that whispered from her. Perspiration beaded on her shoulders andtrickled over her neck, between her breasts.
“Thomas?”
“Reach under your body and play with your pussy for me.”
Agatha arched slightly, the move impaling his fingers deeper. She slipped her hand between the tight fit of her body and the chaise, desperately reaching for her sex. She rubbed her fingers over her clitoris, and it felt as if lightning struck her.
Oh!
“Good?” he whispered, his voice thick and slightly husky.
She turned her head to look at him, her face flushed, eyes heavy with arousal. “Yes … so good,” she breathed, her voice a tremor of pleasure and need, eagerly reaching for the sparks of pleasure now cracking through her body, drowning out the pain in her rear.
Agatha felt herself arching, wordlessly asking for more. A smile played at the corner of his lips as his fingers pressed deeper and more firmly. Agatha surrendered to the erotic pleasure-pain, her heart pounding as he explored her in ways that unraveled her completely. Her fingers worked her clitoris in time with his strokes until she writhed with the need to release.
“Thomas!” she screamed his name into the cushion when he slipped in a third finger.
She pressed down hard on her nub, and heat bloomed through her body, the flood of ecstasy so intense it borderedon pain. Agatha’s body turned pliant, and she turned her head to weakly look at him. His manhood was once again hard, but Thomas ignored his arousal, gently removed his fingers and walked toward the bath chamber. She closed her eyes, exhaustion pulling her under. Something cool touched her flesh, and she opened her eyes.
He used a wet washcloth to clean her body gently. A lump formed in her throat as she stared at him. He finished cleaning her and went to his bath chamber for a few minutes before returning. Thomas lay down behind herandcurved her into his side. She was left breathless when he pulled her closer, his mouth capturing hers in a lingering kiss.
This is not a lesson…
The temptation to curl into his chest was almost overpowering. He would hold her, and she could sleep warmly and safely in his arms. She had never felt that way with anyone before. Thomas had the potential to make her want the things she’d convinced herself she could live without. This man made her feel with such intensity that Agatha never dreamed was possible.
The realization was terrifying.
She had never fallen in love, but that did not diminish her conviction that she was tumbling headlong into love with Thomas.
CHAPTER 20
Still innocent.
Thomas saw it in the soft, luminous stare and dazed look in her eyes. Agatha smiled, yawned and snuggled into his embrace. It struck him rather forcibly that a lover had never lingered within his arms. He frowned, peering down at her. Agatha’s mere existence cracked open something unknown inside Thomas. Hell, he had once thought of himself in love and had offered marriage. That feeling was sweet and hopeful. Whatever this was with Agatha, itfelt like a fucking obsession. Another unknown sensation crept inside his chest,and he pressed his mouth against her forehead, slamming his eyes closed.
