His Wicked Seduction novel Chapter 64

When Horatia was satisfied that he could not get free, she positioned herself at the end of the bed and began to undress herself. Thankfully the gown she wore buttoned down the front. Lucien's tongue slipped out to wet his lips and Horatia imagined that tongue licking her but only if she allowed herself to be within reach. She had never felt so powerful, so aware of her hold over a man before.

With Lucien this felt right; she could do no wrong with him and he would never judge her again for sins not of her making. It was a freeing thought, to know that he was here with her and they were unburdened by the darkness of their past.

Once the gown was unbuttoned, she peeled it off her shoulders and slid it down off her hips in a teasingly slow move that had Lucien testing the strength of his bonds and bucking against the mattress. She dropped the gown to the floor and started to remove her stays and petticoats. Lucien's face flushed as she stood there, wearing nothing more than her chemise. Her breasts felt heavy and the nipples budded against the sheer fabric. Horatia caressed herself, enjoying the feel of her own hands along her body as much as the way it tortured Lucien.

She'd learned much about lovemaking in the few hours he'd had to teach her. They'd talked late into the night about the things a man and woman could do together. Horatia was intent on exploring some of those things now.

"Let me touch you, love," he begged. "Let me cup those perfect breasts."

"Silence, my lord."

She walked to the edge of the bed and climbed up between his spread legs. Horatia crawled over his body until she reached his mouth and she kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep, but withdrawing before he could catch it with his lips. Then she moved to his left ear, sucking on his lobe. Lucien groaned and writhed beneath her. She could feel the tension in his body, the need to capture her with his arms, but he was unable to do so. Lucien, the Marquess of Rochester, was at her mercy and it was good, so good.

"Be still, my lord, or you will be punished." She bit his neck playfully.

"Oh God!" he hissed. His erection strained between their bodies, even contained as it was by his trousers. Horatia eased a palm over the bulge, a slow exploring stroke that sent Lucien into a string of muttered curses. Horatia grinned and pressed another heated kiss to his lips. Then, inspired, she tweaked one of his nipples. He jolted up off the bed in response.

"Christ, woman! I'll be done if you do that again!"

"No, you won't. If you come before I say, then I'll stop and leave you here until you are ready to obey me." Horatia repeated the action on his other nipple, but this time with her teeth. He endured silently, tensing beneath her. She was satisfied that he kept his control, but her real satisfaction lay in torturing him. This was for every dark mocking smile he'd sent her way, for every punishing kiss, every rough caress meant to frighten her away from him. She wasn't afraid anymore. She would be his master.

Kissing her way down his chest, licking the taut planes of his grooved abdomen, she reached his trousers and began to unfasten them. When she freed him, his length sprang to full attention before her. She took the rigid organ in her hands, and with a chuckle she licked the hard length of him and circled her tongue around his tip. Lucien threw his head back, eyes shut, gasping as he sought to fight his body's response. The bed creaked as he tugged at his restraints.

"You may accept your pleasure now, my lord. I will allow it," she said before she took him fully in her mouth. She'd never done such a thing before, but she'd heard the upstairs maids talking about it and she decided it was worth taking a chance. He certainly seemed to enjoy it. He murmured encouragement and was barely able to breathe as he raised his hips towards her mouth.

"And now, it is my turn." With a seductive smile, he rolled her beneath him, pulled her chemise over her head and tossed it away. Lucien captured her hands and tied her wrists together above her head, securing them to one bedpost. This position forced her breasts to rise up and her back to arch beneath him. He drew his fingertip along the seam of her lips and then down her throat to her breasts. That same fingertip teased circles around her nipple before he dropped his mouth to its peak. He bit the bud and Horatia gasped in both pain and pleasure.

"See how hard it is to control yourself when someone does that? I ought to punish you, my love, for being so bloody innocent that you nearly killed me with want." His warm breath fanned her skin before he dropped his head to her other breast, suckling and biting until Horatia was trembling.

Lucien parted her thighs and inserted a finger to find the wetness that awaited him there. He praised her readiness for him with soft words and caressed her inner folds tenderly before dipping deeper into her. After he tortured her for what seemed like an age, he spread her legs wider and moved back to set himself at her entrance. He did not even remove his trousers; the rough cloth slid against the silky skin of her inner thighs and she gasped helplessly at the sensation. When he thrust himself deep into her, Horatia cried out at the soreness mixed with the pleasure of him, the hard invasion that drove her mad with ecstasy.

Lucien moved to sit back on his heels, still deep inside her as he gazed at the point where their bodies united. He withdrew and thrust so hard that she arched off the bed, offering herself up. Lucien reached forward and clasped her throat with his hand, then slid that hand down between her breasts and over her smooth and slightly rounded belly to the apex of her thighs. That same wandering hand now circled the bundle of nerves he'd only teased before. He pinched and Horatia screamed at the responding climax that shook her to her very core. She felt like a shattered mirror, pieces of herself scattered in a thousand tiny reflections.

"Oh my God," she moaned as he pinched her again and she felt herself unraveling from the inside out.

"I prefer to be called Lucien."