The challenge in his eyes almost felled her. An overwhelming weakness quivered through her. “My lord!” she gasped, her gaze flicking to the door and back to his. “You are being improper.” Oh God, why did she continue along this vein? Surely he had irrefutable proof to approach her with his suspicions.
“Ah, denial, is it?” Oliver gripped her hips and tugged her to him, almost lifting her to the tips of her toes. The dominance in his touch had the sweetest feeling throbbing between her legs.
“I know—”
She covered his lips, her fingers trembling. “Don’t say it, please, my lord.”
He sucked her fingers into the heated depth of his mouth, and Lily’s knees buckled, and she sagged against him. With a soft cry, she reclaimed her fingers. “Oliver, there is some mistake.”
The devil smiled. “The only mistake is that I should have known sooner. Against my better judgment, I hungered for Lily Layton…I should have known you were her.”
He ran his lips up the side of her neck, scraping his teeth against the slight hollow. “I want to see you naked.”
Her heart fluttered madly, like butterflies trapped in a bottle.
Show some decency, the vicar had roared, spittle flying from his lips the one night she had dared to leave a candle lit in anticipation of the vicar coming to their marital bed.
Her reply, No, I want to see you, us, had earned her a slap on her cheek and prayers on her knees begging forgiveness for her lust filled heart for days. The vicar had ignored her then, even halting his customary peck on her cheek in the morning. Her husband hadn’t visited her bed in the last two years of their marriage.
“No man has ever seen me naked,” she whispered, stepping a little bit closer to the edge of madness with which he seduced her.
Oliver cupped her cheeks in strong, gentle hands. “I watched you a few nights ago as you pleased yourself and moaned my name. You were so fucking beautiful, Lily. Every dip and curve of your body was a sensual delight. I would be honored if you would bare yourself to me, my sweet.”
Unspeakable desires and hunger stirred in her soul.
What are we doing, Oliver? Her tongue would not loose. Instead, Lily stepped back and pushed her nightgown from her body. Lust darkened his gaze, as she was bared before him.
An approving smile touched his lips, and he stared, his expression taut and sensually intent. “I want to take your mouth, to slide my cock past those lips and feel them suck me into heaven with hot, wet pulls.” He ran his fingers down the shadowed cleft of her rear. “Before the night is over, I am going to oil you and take you here.”
She shivered, a delighted thrill going through her heart as the illicit and forbidden images filled her mind. “Undress for me,” she said softly. “I want to see you.”
Approval flared in his eyes, and the marquess removed his shirt and trousers. He was tall and so muscled, the very picture of masculine beauty and power. She almost whimpered at the spear of lust that spread to her cunny. “I’ve dreamed of your lips doing wicked things to me. I’m not proper, I fear, and I will never be…”
His lips shifted into a slow, upward smile. “Any sensibilities you have left will be ruined tonight, my sweet. I am not interested in proper.”
A moment later, he cupped her face between his hands and kissed her with such reverent pas
sion that Lily’s heart melted, and she knew without a doubt she was in love with the Marquess of Ambrose, a terrifying truth to contemplate.
…
Lily stood naked in front of Oliver, a flush covering her entire body in the most delightful pink. Her eyes glistened, and there was a slight tremble in her lower lip. Her evident vulnerability had an ache settling deep inside him.
Our wives are ladies who we must treat with revered respect. They are not common strumpets. Keep it in mind, boy, and never forget it.
Ignoring the ghost of his father’s whisper, Oliver trailed a finger along his lover’s jawline, down to her wide, sensual lips. She had high, graceful breasts, rounded hips, and legs that would easily wrap around the high of his back and hold while he rocked his cock into her.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman,” he said, mildly surprised at the hoarseness of his voice and the heavy ache in his loin.
Her eyes widened, then a smile curved her lips. He could do so many things—kiss, her, slowly worship the underside of that delectable breast, lay her down and feast on her sweet pussy. Instead…
“Take my cock into your mouth.”
Without question, she lowered herself to her knees and clasped his cock in her soft hands. She examined his organ quite thoroughly, running her fingertip over his length to the flared mushroomed head. Then she leaned in and kissed the tip.
Sweet mercy. Her tongue was timid but felt like a whip of fire on his flesh.
Her pouting lips begged to be taken, bruised, fucked. As if she knew his carnal heart, she fisted his length and slid her mouth over his cock. He fucked slowly into her mouth, holding her hair in a firm grip, groaning at the heated wet glide of her tongue. She was so damn beautiful, with her eyes darkened and her cheeks flush with lust.