Page 22 of Reforming the Rakish Marquess

“Cock,” she whispered, trying it out on her tongue.

Her use of the word seemed to stir something in him as he released a quiet groan, then removed her hand from the area. “I believe you owe me the removal of that night rail.”

She bit her bottom lip. “I believe you are right.” Juliana tugged at the ribbon on one shoulder and repeated the action to the strap on the other. She caught the fabric at her breasts, keeping it from falling from her body. She smirked, watching the man before her, his eyes trained on her form. His expression was unlike anything she had ever seen in a man before. She loved it, craved more of it even. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, if not more so, and the realization fueled a boldness and seductiveness that she hadn’t been aware that she possessed.

She let the fabric fall below her breasts, exposing them to him. She delayed the inevitable for a few more moments before she released the fabric and let it fall dramatically around her on the floor.

Suddenly, her modesty returned under his gaze, and she instinctively covered her most private place between her legs with her hands.

Jude stepped forward and clasped his hands around her wrists, holding them out to each side. “May I look at you?”

She nodded and watched his eyes move across her body.

“I believe you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on,” he said, with nothing but tenderness in his tone. “May I touch you?”

She nodded again. There wasn’t a single thing she wanted more in the world.

His fingers found the sensitive nub that drove her wild. She gripped his shoulder and cried out. He slipped his fingers further until they entered her core.

“You are so wet. I think you want me to make you come again.”

Juliana reclaimed her boldness. She wanted to be an active participant in everything he would offer her. “Very much.”

“I know what pleasure I should teach you tonight,” he said, before licking his lips. “May I taste you?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, already knowing she would agree to whatever his intentions were.

He removed his hand from her core and cupped her breast. “Let’s start here.” He lowered his mouth to the tight bud and licked. She gasped and ran her fingers through his silky hair. He took the bud into his mouth and sucked. Her legs started to give out, and he wrapped an arm around her to hold her in place against his own body, before he repeated the attention to her other breast.

He raised his head and caught her gaze. “Would you like me to show you more?”

“Yes,” she said, surprising herself.

“I think you should lie down for this.” He urged her backward to the bed, and she sat on the edge.

He stepped away and grabbed something from the pocket of his breeches. She noted it looked like a handkerchief, but she didn’t question it when he returned and stood between her legs. “Lie back.”

She did as he said and watched him kneel on the floor. The thrill of what he was about to do pulsed through her. He spread her legs open wider, and she watched his head dip between her most private of places. She cried out when his tongue flicked the sensitive nub.

He paused, and she fought a pout.

“Juliana,” he whispered, “put your hand over your mouth if needed. You must be quiet, or I cannot continue. We’ll be found out for certain. And I very much want to keep licking you until I can drink your sweet juices.”

She could hear the smirk in his tone, and his words threatened to undo her as she wanted him to continue more than she wanted air to fill her lungs.

When Jude resumed his attention between her thighs, it was the most intense, exhilarating feeling she had ever had. She used one hand to cover her mouth, and the other gripped the blanket beneath her on the bed. When he stuck his tongue inside of her, she almost flew off the bed to push herself harder against him. He returned his tongue to her nub, circling it with gentle licks while he slid his fingers inside of her.

She arched her back and undulated beneath him, moving against his fingers as he moved them in and out of her body.

Jude must have lifted his head, because his tongue wasn’t touching her anymore and he slowed his fingers. “I’m not certain I wish for you to come yet. I’m enjoying this too much.”

“Jude,” she whimpered. As much as she enjoyed his words, she writhed and ached for him to use his tongue again. “Please.”

“Please what?” His fingers thrust into her again. “Tell me what it is you think I should do.”

She moaned when he withdrew his fingers and pushed them inside her again. “Use your tongue. Lick there again. Make me come.” The words came out broken and in pants.

Juliana thought she heard the man chuckle, but she forgot her annoyance when he sucked the sensitive area above her folds. He licked and lathed, and increased the speed and intensity with his fingers. She imagined what his cock would be like in place of his fingers, and after only a couple more flicks of his tongue, she convulsed and shattered, bucking off of the bed. The release was even more intense and drawn out than the one in her drawing room, lasting over several seconds as she wantonly pressed herself harder against Jude’s mouth. And she knew she’d want to do the same again and again.