Page 94 of The Virgin Who Humbled Lord Haslemere
“Oh, I am.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply before dropping a chain of wet, open-mouthed kisses down her throat to the tops of her breasts. “Starving.”
She sank her fingers into his hair, tugging hard tourge him lower.
“Beautiful.” He slid his hand down her throat and over the center of her chest before cupping a breast in his palm. Georgiana let out a helpless groan when he dragged his thumb over her nipple.
That soft, breathless groan seemed to madden him. He became merciless, wringing helpless moans and gasps from her as he toyed with the reddened peaks, circling and teasing until Georgiana was writhing beneath him, and she pressed the back of her hand over her mouth to smother her incoherent whimpers.
But Benedict wouldn’t allow that. “Don’t. I want to hear how much you want me.” He took her wrists in a firm grip, dragged them over her head, and held them there with one hand as his mouth hovered over her breasts, his hot breath caressing the enflamed peaks. He pinched one lightly between his fingertips, making Georgiana quiver in his arms. “God, you’re so beautiful like this, so responsive. Would you beg me, Georgiana?” he crooned wickedly in her ear. “Beg meto suckle you?”
Georgiana arched up into the warm weight of his body over hers, ready to do whatever he demanded, but despite his roguish teasing, Benedict didn’t make her beg. He settled his hot mouth over one nipple and sucked gently on the tender bud. “Let go, princess. Let me hear you cry out for me.”
There was nothing Georgiana could do but succumb to his sensuous demands and give voice to the sighs and moans building in her throat as he slowly—so slowly—took her closer and closer to the edge of the precipice she’d tumbled over the night before with his sinful, beautiful mouth.
And all the while he was murmuring to her, whispered words of praise and passion, tenderness, and arousal, and…love? Georgiana didn’t know, she couldn’t think, couldn’t hear his breathy words above the thunderous pounding of her own heart, but as his lips slid over her skin, his whispered words like a prayer, she told herself she could feel his love in every breath, every touch.
Was this what it felt like to let go, to let her emotions flow through her like cool water between her fingers? This was the thing she’d spent all those years fighting against, running from? So many years of fear, and in the end, it had been the easiest thing in the world tosimply let go.
To let herself fall in love…
Or was it only easy because it was him? Benedict Harcourt, London’s most desirable rogue—a man she’d thought of as having no principles, no true feeling—had been the one who taught her how to love.
A quiet sob left her throat at what she’d almost lost, and what she still had to lose.
Benedict had reduced her to a quivering, sobbing mass of aching flesh by the time he ceased his sensual assault and finally lifted his mouth from her breasts. His dark, glittering eyes met hers. “Do you trustme, Georgiana?”
How could he even ask? Didn’t he know, didn’t he see she’d given him everything? She cupped his face in her hands, smiling at the tickle of his bristles against her palm. “I do.”
His answering smile was both tender and wicked at once. “Then you’ll let me kiss you?”
“I…of course, I will. Youhavebeen kissing me, haven’t you?”
Benedict slid his warm hand slowly down her side and settled it on the slight swell of her belly. “This is a differentkind of kiss.”
A different kind of kiss? As far as Georgiana knew, there was only one kind. “How is it—”
“Do you remember the painting in Madame Célestine’s entryway? The one I caught you staring at, where the gentleman’s face was here?” He parted her thighs with his knee and cupped her between her legs, one long finger sinking insideto stroke her.
Georgiana fell back against the bed with a gasp. Oh, she remembered it. How could she forget it? The man on his knees beside the settee, the lady’s legs parted, and the rapturous expression on her face, her head thrown back in ecstasy—
“That’s how I’m going to kiss you, Georgiana,” Benedict crooned, opening her legs and moving down the bed. “This kiss will be unlike any you’ve felt before. I’m going to make you cry out for me.”
“I—” That was as far as Georgiana got before Benedict settled between her legs. She sucked in a breath as his soft lips delved into the nest of darker brown hair between her thighs. “Oh!”
For a moment, she was too shocked to move, and a moment was all it took for Benedict to render her utterly speechless with the sinful, delicious strokes of his tongue against her swollen, hungry core. He seemed to know just what to do, just how to kiss and lick and nibble on that tender flesh to make her gasp and squirm in his grasp.
Not because she wanted to get away from him, but because she wantedmore. “Benedict, please…”
“Shhh. I’ve got you.” He did, and he was utterly ruthless when it came to giving her pleasure. He pinned her hips to the bed, nudged his broad shoulders between her legs to keep them open, and just…devoured her.
And she…she writhed and whimpered and cried out for him, just as hesaid she would.
One low, harsh moan after another tore from his chest with every drag of his tongue over her core, spurred on by her hoarse cries and her wild tugging on his hair. She couldn’t be still, couldn’t be silent as he edged her slowly, inexorably toward the edge she’d balanced on the night before, when he’d been inside her and every thrust of his hips had brought her closer, closer, warmth gathering in her belly and between her legs until it pulled so tight and hot there was nothing else for it todo but explode—
“Benedict!” Georgiana arched closer to his teasing lips as she unraveled. He stayed with her, his strokes gentling as he coaxed her downthe other side.
He didn’t stop until he’d wrung the last shudder from her, and she was lying in a boneless heap in the middle of the bed. Then he pressed a sweet kiss to the inside of her thigh before crawling up the bed and dropping another kiss onto her forehead. “You look pleased,” he murmured, grinning down at her.
Georgiana gazed up at him. His cheeks were flushed, his lips glossy and his hair standing on end from her frantic fingers, and she thought she’d never seen a more beautiful sight in her life. “Nearly as pleased as you do,” she said, with a teasing tap on his chin.
