Page 140 of Her Beast

He just chuckled and closed his mouth over her tightly puckered hole andsucked.

Julia groaned. Good Lord! It was the most deliciously filthy thing she’d ever felt. She tried to squirm away, but it was only a token struggle, a sop to her conscience.

Sensual pleasure at the soft, hot pressure of his lips and tongue on such a taboo part of her body warred with mortification at what he must be tasting and seeing.

Whatever he found, it clearly excited him and he sucked her harder, nibbling and tonguing until she was shamelessly shoving herself at him, needing him deeper, wanting more.

When he suddenly pulled away, Julia whined like a needy, shameless animal.

His bruised lips curved into a faint smile as the thick tip of his finger lightly circled her hole. “You are so beautiful. I want to explore every single part of you.”

The lust-filled rasp of his voice was as erotic as his actions and Julia whimpered, her hips twitching.

“You want more, don’t you?”

She had to bite her tongue to keep from begging.

He chuckled, easily reading her desire. “You’d like me to fuck your tight little hole with my tongue, wouldn’t you?” His eyelid, which was already low, drooped even lower. “Imagine how good it will feel—slick, hot, and thrusting. Is that what you want, Julia, to feel me sliding deep inside and worshipping even the dirtiest part of you?”

To her shame, she nodded.

He grinned evilly, lowered his mouth over her, and shoved his tongue into her.

Julia moaned, folding herself almost in half so that she could watch him at his filthy labors.

Even though she could barely breathe in such a position it was worth it to meet his dark gaze as he turned words to deed, fucking into her with deep, slippery thrusts, his hands keeping her spread wide as he feasted.

Julia shuddered when his finger began to circle her overworked clitoris. He was careful not to touch her directly at first, working her slowly up to her need, until Julia was once again groaning and bucking her hips—or trying to, but he kept her pinned and immobile.

He gave her pucker a last, hard suck and then smirked up at her. “Need to come?” he taunted, flicking her tender bud hard enough to sting. He laughed at her pained gasp and did it again. “Well?”

“Please.” The word burst out of her even as shame flooded her as she imagined how she must look to him: knees high against her chest, thighs spread wide, every part of her exposed and swollen.

She couldn’t regret her begging when he lowered his head and once again drove her toward bliss.

This time, he let go of her thighs when she came, easing the ache in her sore hips, as she shook and shuddered.

Julia forced her heavy lids up and met his blazing blue gaze. His expression was one of fierce, intense desire as he tended to her—licking her clean as if she were the most delicious, precious thing he’d ever tasted.

A different sort of warmth than that she’d just experienced—this one more cerebral—spread through her at the sight of this huge, powerful manworshippingher.

Julia shivered, almost afraid of the emotion.

“You’re cold,” he said, pulling away, concern furrowing the part of his brow she could see.

Before she could demur, he pushed up onto his hands and knees and came up beside her, pulling the counterpane and blankets over her.

“Shouldn’t I get underneath?” she said, the last word distorted by a yawn.

“Later. Just rest for now.”

“Don’t you want some blanket?” she offered sleepily.

“I’m not cold.” He pulled her body close to his and Julia snuggled against the impossible softness of his waistcoat and trousers, resting her head on his biceps.

“Mmm,” she rubbed her knee against his, yawned, and then murmured, “I’ve never felt such soft wool.”

“It’s blended with cashmere,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

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