His heart slammed against his chest. She had answered his most decadent wishes aloud, and the words flooded him with a dark and delicious desire that caused his lustful fever to spike another hundred degrees. He emitted a husky laugh. “You are a greedy one. But how could I ever deny you that which I also yearn for?”
He wanted to fill her in every possible way and be overwhelmed by the sights, scents, and sounds of simultaneous pleasure. He withdrew his hand from between her thighs and stroked the same damp finger over her mouth, watching in fascination as her tongue darted out to taste her own salty essence. He licked away the rest and kissed her again, slow and deep. “The taste of your arousal is the sweetest nectar to me. It fills me with the urge to pound my cock into you and never stop.”
He skated down over her breasts, capturing a nipple, hard and pink, pulling it between his lips and then suckling. He guided her onto her side, exploring her hips and belly with his hands and mouth. He repositioned himself, as well, to face the foot of the bed feet, and moved in a worshipful caress down her body until reaching her mons. Shifting also to his side, he wrapped her thighs over his shoulders and directed her head to his straining cock. “Now,” he said, his tongue thick with excitement and expectancy. “I’m going to love you with my mouth and drink in the proof of your passion even as you swallow my own.”
Shuddering at the sublime sensation of her lips enfolding him, he dipped his head into her mound, giving a long, lascivious stroke, parting her dewy folds with his tongue, licking and lapping her juices while she teased and suckled the head of his cock. He blazed a trail with his tongue to the tight slit of her sheath, following with his fingers. He plunged them into her, and she bucked wildly against his mouth while he worked the sensitive bud of her clit.
He wished he could immerse himself in her like this forever, but their time was too bloody short. There was only one answer to what faced them on the morrow, but he forced it from his mind, refusing to think of anything beyond the mindless ecstasy of mutual gratification and the explosive release already tightening his bollocks. Her wetness, her taste, her sounds of pleasure muffled by his cock in her mouth combined with the slick friction and sultry, sucking sounds was insanely erotic and sublime. With her first racking shudders came a powerful, vibrating moan from her mouth through his shaft…and he was lost.
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Diana heard Polly enter her bedchamber with a clatter of metal—her customary pot of chocolate on a silver tray, and Diana’s stomach roiled. She opened her eyes, momentarily disoriented to time and place. They felt bleary and heavy-lidded and her body unusually lethargic.
Laudanum. She never should have taken it.
The dreams. The things she had envisaged—so vivid. So wicked.
Polly pulled back the bed curtains and regarded her, mouth agape. “Your night rail, my lady! What happened?” She retrieved the shredded cotton gown from the floor, and Diana felt heat steal into her cheeks. It couldn’t have been real. It was only a dream. She must have torn it herself. “It must have been the laudanum,” she said. “It causes such terrifying dreams. I thought I was being strangled!” She latched onto the nearest thing to the truth.
“My poor lady,” the maid cried. “Anyone would be afeared after all what’s passed with Johnson and Lord Reggie. But mayhap it was the pearls what made you feel strangled?”
“My pearls?” Diana’s hand flew to her throat and felt the warm, smooth strands. Dear God! It wasn’t a dream! He had come to her in the night, and she had welcomed him into her bed like some wanton whore.
“You found them at last, my lady? Peculiar you should have worn them to bed.”
“I found them last night,” she lied once more. “I feared losing them again. After all, they are the only jewels I have left. Forgive me, Polly, I am much distracted and have not been myself since before yesterday.”
“’Tis no wonder! It has, indeed, been a nightmare. I only wish t’were over milady, but Sir John Gooding has need to speak wi’ ye. He asked if you was settled right enough to answer some questions.”
“Yes, Polly. Pray convey that I will speak with him.”
“Aye, my lady.”
“Now if you will only help me to dress, we can hope to bring this all to a swift conclusion. My only wish is to return ho—” The words froze in her throat when she realized she no longer knew where home was.
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