The Truth About Myths (The Winemakers Book 3) by Giovanna Siniscalchi

Author:Giovanna Siniscalchi [Siniscalchi, Giovanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Giovanna Siniscalchi
Published: 2023-09-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 19

“The very essence of instinct is that it's followed independently of reason.” Charles Darwin

Henrique endured her timid ravishing for a total of five seconds. Groaning, he plowed his fingers through her hair and pulled away. He stared at flashing green eyes, breathing her breaths. Heart racing, he kissed her like a man possessed, like a lusty god, like a crazed animal. Drinking her mewls and moans, he tilted her head for better access and explored her, his tongue sweeping inside. She relaxed the strain in her neck, and the snare gave way an inch. Impatiently, he shoved his hand into the wood plank behind her and maneuvered the trap, freeing her. He tugged lumps of hair from her ruined coiffure. When he finished, her mane hung around her face in a snarled mess.

He sniffed the strands and rubbed them against his cheek. It was silk. It was soft. Glorious. “I care not for politics, but I would learn it just to pass a law forbidding you to confine your hair in braids.”

She gasped. “That’s hardly useful—”

He hushed her with his lips. Spanning her waist, Henrique rolled her atop him, her legs straddling his lap. He never left her mouth.

She'd kissed him. Isabel had placed her hands on his lapels and pulled him in for this. He knew she hid a passionate side. But this? This wild fusing of mouths stunned him. What had she called him? A sinvergüenza. Oh, yes. That he was. His honor had washed away and now swirled in the mud as she strained against him, her inexperienced kiss inflaming his lips.

He dug his fingers into her bodice, knowing there was no hope of opening the tiny buttons but needing to. If he didn't have to worry about returning her later, he would peel the layers one by one until he found bare skin.

He settled for tugging her dress up, revealing her muddied stockings. When he placed his palm atop her thigh, she shuddered.

He had planned a theoretical education, but his body had overruled good intentions. Practical, it would be. "I'll show you a hint of pleasure."

She gazed at him, her green eyes troubled.

He drew small circles below her knees. "I won't breach your maidenhead, love. A lesson in pleasure, no consequences."

Biting her swollen bottom lip, she nodded. Her trust raced through his system, and a bolt of lust shot through his spine. Clenching his jaw, he reined in his desire. He could do this. Show her how wondrous a man's touch could be.

After pulling her skirts as far as they would go, he arrived at the naked skin above her garter. She panted, her gaze following his hands. A groan escaped his chest when he found the entrance to her pantalets. Her desire and dew coated the pad of his finger, and his hand shook when he traced her swollen outer lips. He needed a plan for this. Hopping in bed—or muddy ground, for that matter—without a strategy was a recipe for losing control. And without control, feelings and expectations could get out of hand.

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