Page 33 of In a Rake's Embrace
“I want every last drop of your pleasure.”
Itwastoo much. But then that aching hunger started to build again, a piercing heat low in her belly, the rising pressure and the feeling of soreness where his fingers stroked in and out, slow and gentle, then with an alternating deep rhythm. Agatha whimpered, “I feel sore. Thomas … no more.”
“Oh? Do you command me?”
The muscles of her sex burned, and a sob hitched in her throat. “No.”
“I have beenteasing your cunt with only two fingers. If I want, I can add a third … a fourth.”
Oh, God, not three or four!She already felt so stretched.
As if he knew her thoughts, a smile touched his mouth, and the cruel sensuality carved within his features made her grow impossibly wetter. Thomas pushed a third finger inside her sex, and she wailed. He lowered and licked her clitoris, and her body started to tremble.
Agatha burned, sweat trickled down her breasts, and she lifted her hips helplessly against his wicked mouth as he tugged her clitoris between his teeth and lashed it with his tongue. Her pussy grew sore until she rode the edge of pain, yet somehow the pleasure kept increasing. It felt as if a creature of pure carnality opened inside of her, for she tried to lift her hips, wanting more. Lust felt like a dark tide of hunger as it rolled through her, far more intense than anything felt before. Sensations nearly peaked in her belly, the tightness ready for release, but each time Agatha came close for that release to pour through her, Thomas changed the rhythm or the pressure. “Thomas, please!”
He lifted his head, his mouth wet. “I think a fourth finger, hmm?”
“Thomas!No—”
He dragged his thumb over her clitoris and pressed down. Sweat slicked her skin, and desire rushed through her like molten lava. Agatha’s body convulsed from the sharp waves of sensation, and another shattering release broke her apart. Her vision blurred, and for a moment, she thought she would faint. With a dazed sense of shock, she realized her face was wet with tears.
His thumb moved from her over-stimulated clitoris. Thomas used his other hand to stroke her stomach before trailing his fingers down from her quivering belly to the inner flesh of her thighs in soothing sweeps. Agatha whimpered, not understanding why she felt so empty andneeded more. She gasped when he withdrew his fingers from her body andslid them up to the top of her slit, pinching her small pearl. Another shockwave of sensation shuddered through her body.
“Thomas,” she gasped, her clitoris so sensitive and stimulated she was almost afraid of his touch.
He used the back of his fingers to gently brush the tender opening of her sex, which ached.
“Shh, you are doing fine,” he murmured, his heated breath whispering over her mons, making her belly quiver. Then he dragged his tongue over her nub and sucked it into his mouth. Fingers wet with her release once again slipped inside her, moving slowly, while his mouth ate her pussy with decadent greed.
“Please, Thomas!” she cried, trying and failing to calm the arousal building through her, trying to regain a minimum of control of her own body.
Agatha was only faintly aware of her fingers gripping the cushions above her head, fevered pleas for more and then no more ripping from her throat. Her thighs trembled. Desperate to stop it but wanting more, she lowered her hands to his head, threaded her fingers through his hair and yanked. The devil didnot move. When she writhed, trying to escape his erotic assault on her pussy, he sucked her clitoris with a harsher pull and worked his fingers deeper.
Agatha felt the ache … that sweet, almost agonizing tension swell and grow low in her bellywhile the soreness inside her sex increased. Hot, wicked thrills of pleasure washed over her body, and she started to shake as her climax drowned her under waves of agonizing bliss. Being pushed to her absolute limits was undeniably intenseand soul-shattering.
Her body still shook, and soft sobs escaped her. Thomas brushed his mouth over her shaking thighs with a tenderness that brought a lump to her throat. He lowered her legs and stood. The intensity drained from his face as if it had never been there. Was he so unmoved by everything that had just happened? Was this merely another lesson to him? Agatha shifted, her gaze catching the tension in his posture—the rigid way he held himself—and the unmistakable hardness pressing against the front of his trousers. His cock was a solid, undeniable bulge.
Thomas took two deep, measured breathsand released them slowly. The air between them wasthick with unspoken tension.
“Will forced pleasure be a no for you ... or a yes?” His voice was low, tight with restraint.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Yet a part of her denied the notion of being with another man so.
His gaze snapped to hers, sharp and dangerous, and for a moment, Agatha was certain he would drag her beneath him and take her, all control forgotten. But instead, he clenched his jaw.
“Go,” he said, his voice tight with effort. “We will resume tomorrow.”
Agatha didn’t hesitate. She rose from the sofa, quickly gathering her shift and gown. Dressing with trembling hands, she stole one last glance at him before rushing from the room,her heart pounding, her thoughts tangled in the storm of emotions he had stirred.
Agatha nearly collided with Bea in the hallway, her eyes wide as she glanced back at Thomas’s door.
“Bea!” she said, caught off guard.
Bea’s mouth quirked into a teasing smile. “It sounded like a rather … educational lesson.”
“You could hear me?” Agatha choked out, heat rushing to her cheeks.
Bea laughed. “Oh, I think half the hallway might have caught a hint! It sounded utterly delicious. A pity I never had the opportunity to experience him myself.”
