Page 70 of The Viscount's Silent Pugilist

His lips crooked up on one side, forming a twisted grin worthy of the most scandalous of rogues. “Are you thoroughly shocked?”

Not at all. Truth be told, she was rather proud that she’d elicited such a reaction.

“I want those things, too,” she confessed as she ran her finger along his jaw.

He nipped at her finger. “Now that we have that settled…”

While peppering her shoulder with scorching kisses, he lifted her nightdress over her head. The fabric slid from his grasp to land at their feet. All the while, his gaze seared her bare flesh.

Fingers trembling, she helped him out of his shirt, her gaze glued to the dips and swells of his muscular torso. He pushed his trousers down his legs and stepped over them. As he straightened, his manhood sprang to attention, large, thick, and awe-inspiring in its magnificence. She swallowed hard.

Growling, he pulled her to him, his skin hot against hers. Kissing a path to the sensitive crook of her neck, he licked and nibbled until her knees buckled. Without pausing his attentive lips, he steadied her. His arousal pushed into her belly, throbbing like a beating heart. She trembled with a heady mixture of fear and excitement.

Jonathan nudged her backward, fervently kissing her until she lay on her back, her calves and feet hanging over the footboard.

Leaving her shivering and so very lonely, he stepped back. She pushed onto her elbows to see what had stolen his focus. He stared down at her, the need in his eyes matching her own.

Holding her gaze, he dropped to his knees. His lips brushed her inner thighs, bestowing hot little kisses. Then his gaze slid to her nether curls, and he licked his lips. “Do you trust me?”

If he were about to drink the “sweet dew” from between her thighs, would she let him?

It took her less than a second to decide. Yes, she most definitely would. Because she trusted him. “With my life,” she said.

“Splendid.” Pressing on her thighs, he opened them wide and situated his shoulders between them. “Relax, my darling, Genevieve,” he said, his baritone mesmerizing and soothing.

She braced herself for his touch. Still, it caught her unaware, the foreign sensation hitting her like a bolt of velvet lightning. He teased her quim with gentle strokes, awakening deep primal desires she wasn’t even aware she possessed. Want coursed through her like a relentless tsunami pounding against a sandy beach.

He parted her folds. “Beautiful,” he said, his breath warming her delicate insides. “Like flower petals.” Slowly, he slid his finger inside her.

She had touched herself a few times over the years, but it had never felt this heavenly. Her cunny walls quivered.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “Hot, and wet. Is that all for me, my beautiful Blue?”

“Yes,” she whispered as she writhed.

His finger brushed over her sensitive nub.

“Oh, my.”

“Ah.” Smiling, he circled his finger over the secret spot, coaxing utterances from her. “That’s it, darling. Just lean back and relax. Let me make you feel good.”

But how could she relax when she wanted to watch him watching her, his sensual green eyes hooded and filled with lust?

He draped her knees over his shoulders, exposing her insides to both the cool air and his intense perusal. Using his thumbs, he spread the folds of her sex. He trailed his worshipping lips over her thighs and then slipped his tongue inside her.

She cried out with unbridled ecstasy.

Talk about pushing her boundaries—a man had his tongue insideher.Deep inside her. And she was encouraging him to do sinful things as she held his head in place and ground her mound against his face.

His suckling mixed with her moans and groans, filling the space surrounding them with hedonistic sounds. She suspected he was enjoying this as much as she was. Collapsing onto her back, she threw her forearm over her eyes and gave in to the depraved decadence.

Licking, sucking, and nibbling, his naughty mouth devoured her, his ministrations swirling inward to her throbbing pearl. Over and over again, he flicked his tongue across the special spot that had become the center of her existence. Whatever this delicious madness that possessed her was, she needed to be released from something she didn’t entirely understand.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured, her head thrashing from side to side as if she were a wild beast trying to escape from a cage.

She wrapped her legs around his upper back and dug her fingernails into his scalp. Her muscles tightened, winding her entire being into a tight ball of vibrating lust that hovered above her greedy pearl.

As if all of the tingling and tensing wasn’t enough, his finger joined his tongue, filling her completely and adding another layer of intense sensations. The ball of need tightened until she cried out something born of half-pleasure, half-pain.