Page 74 of A Promising Little Scandal (Sensual Scandals)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sebastian’s cock was hard as granite and pulsing with the need to claim, to conquer. Mine.

After tonight, no matter what he had to do, he would convince Calliope that they were meant to be together. For so long he’d fought against marriage, because he didn’t want to suffer the same fate as his parents. But it had taken Calliope to change his mind. If he’d wed Sabine all those years ago, he realized that it would have ended in tragedy. While it might not have become some deadly love triangle, they would have eventually parted ways, because it wasn’t true love that they had for each other. Even she would see that if she bothered to look past her own selfishness.

Thank God he’d had the fortitude to do so.

He was glad to see that the door to his chamber was open, so he didn’t have to release the woman in his arms just yet. Kicking it shut behind him, he walked over and laid Calliope on the bed. He then headed over to his dressing table and picked up a knife.

When he returned to her, she glanced at the weapon warily, but he merely winked and said, “Trust me.” And then, with one easy slice, he rid her body of her gown. Her eyes widened, but by the way her chest was heaving with each breath, it wasn’t disgust or fear that she was feeling. With a wicked grin, he set to work on the front laces of her stays, neatly cutting each string as he worked his way downward. He paused when he reached the top of her petticoat, and keeping eye contact with her, he neatly rid her of that as well.

As the material fell away and left her clad in her thin chemise and stockings and slippers, he glanced at the knife in his hand. “I don’t think I need this anymore.”

However, when he would have tossed it aside, she sat up and grabbed hold of the handle. “But perhaps I do,” she countered.

Sebastian froze, the blood hammering in his ears as he let her reverse their positions, until he was the vulnerable one lying on the bed. After she shrugged out of her torn garments, she said, “In order to do my job properly, I think I should get a bit more comfortable.”

With that, Sebastian watched as she held the dull edge of the blade between her teeth and then stripped off her chemise. He was sure he didn’t even blink. Next, she kicked off her slippers, and then straddled his waist while wearing just her stockings. His mouth went dry as he saw her glistening core spread open before him.

He started to reach out and touch her, but she retrieved the knife as she shook her head. “Not quite yet, my lord.”

The coy manner in which she was looking at him caused the last of the blood in his body to rush to his cock. It was practically bursting with the urge to sink into her heat, but he forced himself to play along as she slowly began to work on his clothes.

She slid apart his jacket, and then carefully cut off each button of his waistcoat. “It’s only fair that I rid you of your attire in the same fashion, don’t you agree?”

“Indeed,” Sebastian concurred, but he was sure he would have agreed to anything, so long as she didn’t stop. The end result would be worth all the torture now.

His shirt was next. She gently, and with a painstaking speed, began to rip through the cotton. However, once she reached his navel, she paused and bent down to lick a path along his chest that she had just bared to view.

He groaned as his head fell backward. At this rate, he might spend himself before he had the chance to penetrate her.

She slid down his body and rid his trousers of their fastenings. She slowly lowered the flap, and his cock made an immediate appearance through the slit in his smallclothes. A delicate, copper eyebrow lifted, and he held his breath as she lowered her head. However, she only managed to lick the tip before he came off the bed.

“That’s enough teasing,” he growled. He ripped off the rest of his clothes and then grabbed hold of her hips. He lifted her until her derriere was poised right in front of his cock. On all fours, he positioned himself at her entrance and slid slowly into her welcoming, wet heat.

“Sebastian…” She sighed as he filled her completely, and for a moment, he just held himself inside of her, relishing the feeling of being joined with her.

However, when he began to move, slowly at first, and then picking up speed, she started to meet his every thrust. Every time he slammed into her, he nearly lost himself, because her breasts swayed, tempting him beyond all reason, until sanity was a distant haze of memory.

“Oh….”

He could tell she was close to her peak, so he increased his pace until it was ruthless. When she started to quiver around his cock, he couldn’t hold back any longer, and spilled himself deep inside of her with a hoarse shout of release.

Calliope was dizzy, so that when Sebastian withdrew from her body, she fell to the bed, completely replete. She had nothing left, because he had wrung every bit of desire out of her.

He joined her on the bed, lying down beside her. He smiled at her and reached out a hand to lay it on her bare shoulder. “Are you going to be all right?” he teased lightly.

“I’m… not sure,” she returned, closing her eyes momentarily, in order to enjoy the last few moments of her body’s response to him and their lovemaking.

She rolled onto her side, completely ignoring the fact she was naked. It was strange, as she thought she might be a bit more embarrassed, but there was just something about Sebastian that made her feel comfortable. She definitely didn’t feel ashamed, which she likely should have. But from the beginning, although she’d tried to fight the attraction she’d felt for him, it had been there all along. When she’d finally stopped trying to ignore the inevitable, she found that she was much happier. Surely that meant something.

She looked at him now, wondering what he might be thinking. She hoped it was the same, and that her love for him wasn’t just one-sided.

“Sebastian…”

“Calliope…”

She laughed, because they both started to speak at the same time.

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