Page 24 of A Lady’s Dangerous Secret (Scandalous Secrets #1)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

C harlotte was overwhelmed by sensation.

Shocks shot from her nipples to her core, leaving a needy urge in their wake that begged to be alleviated.

She jerked her hips toward James and sought the release she had experienced in the gardens.

She had always been unsure of herself, but tonight she was pushing all those insecurities aside and focusing on the present.

This was the only night she had with him.

She wanted to cherish every minute of it so she could recall these sacred memories when she was lying alone in her bed as the Duchess of Westcliffe.

James’s lips moved from her breasts down to her abdomen. His calloused fingertips massaged her hips, heightening the feeling. He paused at her navel and tickled it with his tongue for a moment. She shifted her hips even more. The wretched man was teasing her. He needed to go lower.

“Eager, are you?” James taunted with mischief in his eyes.

“I want more,” Charlotte hissed through her teeth. Once he had started to ravish her body, any thoughts of trying to pleasure him first had fled her mind and all she could focus on was finding the same release as the gardens.

“Can you be more specific?”

“Lower,” she demanded.

“You nobs get so upset when your orders aren’t obeyed.” His lips brushed below her navel, then hovered just above her curls.

“Lower, dammit!”

His eyebrows shot up and a boyish grin crossed his face. “You’re insistent, my little empress, but I still need more guidance. Do you want me to touch your cunny?”

“Yes!”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Her hips writhed underneath James. “Touch my cunny, now,” she demanded.

“With pleasure.”

James spread her folds and slowly licked her most private area.

His pace quickened. The pulsation in her body intensified with each lap of his tongue, and tingling burrowed deeper inside her.

Involuntarily, her hips thrust up toward his mouth, seeking more pressure.

Her moans were a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

After the tryst in the gardens, she had replayed the night over and over again in her mind.

She reasoned that the earthshattering explosion she felt in her body was in fact the little death .

And she was chasing that same elusive feeling once again.

“I want you to look at me when you come undone.” She whimpered as his gray eyes lost their teasing glint and instead stared back at her with wicked intent.

Seeing him gaze at her with his mouth hovering over her sex was the most erotic image Charlotte could ever imagine.

It made the pressure inside her build more quickly until she was almost bursting.

But it was not quite enough. Something was holding her back.

Her chest heaved as she looked at him, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.

“Relax. I’m going to finish you.” He ducked his head into her curls once more and found the nub at the top of her folds.

He rapidly swirled his tongue on the most sensitive part of her sex and inserted two fingers into her wet entrance.

Before she could overthink what was happening, the pressure inside her reached its peak and everything shattered.

Charlotte’s vision went black, and stars flashed behind her eyelids.

Her whole body tensed up as ripples of pleasure cascaded from her core to her extremities.

She let out cry after cry, as the most wonderful sensations pulsated through her.

She distantly felt his tongue lick her pearl while waves of ecstasy continued to overwhelm her body.

She lost all sense of time. When the sensations finally subsided, her body went limp, and her mind became blissfully blank.

She remained in repose and savored the feeling of being absolutely spent. When she eventually opened her eyes, James lay on his side, head resting in his hand. He looked at her adoringly. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing,” she responded serenely. His face lit up in a genuine smile. With his chiseled chest bared and his right arm muscle on full display, he was stunning. His left arm was conspicuously draped behind his back.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh?”

Left arm forgotten, James hopped off the bed and opened the fall of his breeches with both hands. He slid them off, leaving him in his smallclothes. He then shimmied out of them and threw the undergarments on the floor. He stood at the side of the bed for her perusal.

Her heart fluttered and her cheeks flushed as her gaze traveled from his defined abdomen to his enormous, straining member.

It protruded from his body proudly with its veins pulsating.

With the scars on his arm and his hulking size, he exuded power and strength.

He looked like a virile, ancient god ready for battle.

A throbbing reemerged in her core as her eyes remained fixated on his cock.

She wanted him to plunder her.

James climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her. He then positioned his body on top of hers. His lips touched her own, and she could taste the salty and musky flavor of her own juices. As he tenderly kissed her, she felt the hardness of his cock near the entrance to her folds.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured. He took his member in hand and rubbed it at her entrance, coating the tip in the fluids that rushed from her sex.

“Yes,” she moaned. She pushed her hips farther toward him.

She understood the general idea of what would happen next.

His face appeared tense, and the muscles strained in his neck as he held himself over her, waiting to enter.

She wanted him so badly, though she did not know how all of him would fit inside her.

She was not a petite woman, but nevertheless, he seemed so… big.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded, not able to speak further. She was awash with anticipation.

“God, Lottie, I love you,” James confessed, and thrust his member inside her. She let out a cry as pain suddenly shot through her body, and the muscles of her sex clenched down.

He stopped moving abruptly and his eyes widened. “You’re a virgin?”

Charlotte grimaced while her muscles tried to dispel him from her body. “Yes. Of course, I am.”

“But you were going to suck my cock,” he responded, as he held his body still.

“So?”

“Dammit, Lottie. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He withdrew from her body and hovered above her.

“I still want you.” Although there was an initial stab of pain when he penetrated, she felt a worse void after he pulled himself back. Her body was still screaming for him.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and looked at her imploringly.

“Take me properly,” she said definitively.

He kissed her again. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, dancing with her own. He toyed with her nipples and caused them to peak. He then took his time tracing his hands over her body.

“Are you ready?” he asked gingerly.

“Yes,” she said.

He closed his eyes briefly as if saying a silent prayer then opened them, searching her face.

Seeming satisfied with what he saw, he eased his member into her sex gently and kissed her lips.

He pushed farther. She felt a twinge of discomfort as he continued, but also a sense of fullness.

It made her feel that he was the piece of her life she had been missing.

Once he was to the hilt, she let out a sigh as her body adjusted to his girth.

Her legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his hips to accommodate.

“You feel so good.”

“Is this it?” she asked, confused.

He smiled against her lips. “We’re only getting started, love.”

He withdrew, and she whimpered in protest. He pushed forward and repeated the motion, silencing any of her qualms. Instead, she let out a gasp as new sensations assaulted her core.

Her hips moved in rhythm with James’s, seeking a deeper connection.

He thrust more vigorously. He cupped her buttocks to deepen the penetration, and she let out a cry as he found a spot of pleasure she never knew existed.

“James,” she moaned, unable to form any other coherent words.

Their slick bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time, while the moisture from their heated passion formed lubrication at her pearl.

As James pulled her hips toward him, his thrusts stimulated her pearl while continuing to drive into the pleasure spot in her sex.

A deep pressure built inside her core, and this time, she was so overwhelmed she did not even try to fight it.

Suddenly, she shattered and screamed his name while her body shook in ecstasy.

She felt her sex clamp down on his member, and she trembled.

Her back arched, and her heels dug into his back as waves of pleasure reverberated through her body until her voice became hoarse from yelling.

“Lottie!” James shouted in the background.

Her body had calmed, and her eyelids fluttered closed.

He fiercely removed himself from her sex.

The orgasm had wiped Charlotte of all her energy.

She watched in a detached fashion while he released a warm, white liquid onto her thigh. She did not even flinch.

Her mind felt blank and muddled at the same time.

She blinked several times, trying to fight the drowsiness that had overtaken her.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

His hands rested on his thighs to support his body, and his shoulders rose and fell quickly, surely trying to catch his breath.

She had never experienced something so amazing in her life, despite the confusion regarding her virginity. She would think about that later. Her brain slowly started to work again and fought against the sleepiness. Three words dug their way into her consciousness.

I love you .