Hot Silk: Book 3, Rodesson's Daughters by Sharon Page

Author:Sharon Page
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: 1760-1820, Fiction, Romance, Erotic Stories, Historical, Erotica, General, Great Britain - History - George III
ISBN: 075821491X
Publisher: Aphrodisia
Published: 2008-09-30T14:00:00+00:00

13

“Y ou look too damned tempting this way.”

As Devlin’s raw growl made her instantly wet, Grace tugged on her wrists. Her stocking held her securely and she could barely move a few inches from the bedposts.

“You trust me?” His gaze was shuttered.

“Yes,” she answered simply. She was bound hand and foot, yet she did trust this man completely.

Grace wriggled her wrists again—he’d tied them loosely so she did not feel pain, but the feeling of capture was thoroughly exhilarating.

Two of his cravats bound her ankles. Watching him as he tested the bonds was so arousing. His eyes burned as though blue flame was trapped within them. Sharp lines bracketed his mouth as his face reflected the sensual agony she felt. And silvery strands of fluid stretched from the tip of his cock to the bed linens.

“I intend to play. Sensual play.” He mounted on the bed, his knees on either side of her hips. She caught her breath as his fluid dripped from the blushing head of his cock to her bare stomach. “Tickling. Teasing. Play.”

The muscular planes of his chest rose with his ragged breathing. Soft light from the low fire graced his beautiful form.

“Which do you prefer?” she asked, curious. “To be tied or do the tying?” She wasn’t entirely certain what she was asking. What would it tell her about him?

“I can ask you the same question. Tell me what you like best.”

Mmm, he was being evasive. “I don’t know. Both. Either.”

His confident smile appeared, treating her to his breathtaking dimples. “Which would you ask for when you are half-mad with lust?”

Was that the way to get at the truth? Did being lusty make one instinctively express the truth? “I would want to be tied.”

He winked. “Men just generally do the tying. To be tied—that is a special privilege, one men generally seek in secret, in silence, and they pay highly for discretion.”

“And you asked me to do it. You wish me never to speak of it?”

“Who were you going to tell, Grace?”

“No one. There’s no one I can share this with but you.”

His smile faded for a moment, and a harshness claimed his features. “Thank you. I like knowing that I share something special with you. Now for play—”

“No. I want you now. To be filled by you.” Was she mad to turn down his promise of play? But she wasn’t certain her courage would last that long.

She couldn’t read his darkened blue eyes as he put on a sheath. “Now. Please now.”

Abruptly, roughly, he pushed his rigid cock down. His long, lean body stretched to the limit as he reached to lick her bound wrist and stirred her molten quim with his prick, making long strokes over her clit until she pulled hard at the ties and moaned for mercy. His tongue teased the sensitive skin of her wrist.

Heat and fire flooded from both ends, exploding in the middle. “Please!”

His hips tipped and he slid his cock inside: one strong thrust to the hilt, to fill her completely.

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