Page 11 of A Whisper Of Desire (The Disgraced Lords #4)

She understood very well why Maitland groaned as she revealed her womanhood to his gaze. He found her desirable, and the power that thought gave her was aphrodisiacal.

His groans made her want what she’d never had. She wanted sex, and she wanted it with a man she barely new. What did that make her?

A bad, bad girl?

Beatrice would say it made her a hot-blooded woman.

For a man who valued control, lived his life within strict, rigid, self-imposed rules, he was about to lose his mind.

There was no denying that he found Marisa attractive, but God Almighty, if Adam had been faced with an Eve who looked like this, then Maitland understood why Adam had given in to temptation.

His heart hammered in his chest and he was having difficulty breathing.

Well, he damn well had better get himself under control. She was a virgin and he didn’t want to hurt her any more than he needed to in order to make her his.

His hand, still wrapped around his cock, continued to stroke. The sight of her open and waiting for him meant that unless he took care of the pressure first he would not last long enough to make her first time pleasurable or memorable. It had been weeks since he’d lain with a woman.

A light flush covered her breasts, sweeping up her neck and settling in her cheeks. From the look in her eyes, she knew exactly what the sight of her nude body was doing to him.

He commanded, “Open your legs wider for me.” There was no hesitation on her part, merely a smile he imagined seeing on a fallen Madonna. As usual, Marisa was throwing herself into a new experience.

She was wet and glistening, obviously aroused by his display.

He briefly closed his eyes, wishing to prolong the sensations roaring through his body. He’d never been this on edge with a woman. It scared him. His father’s life was one debauched liaison after another and he would not fall like his sire.

He did not seek out sexual partners often. When he did, he usually pleasured himself before joining any of them. This ensured he could always remain in control. Keep his darker fantasies chained.

Besides, women read far too much into the act of coitus. It was simply a means to experience fleeting pleasure, just as drinking a fine brandy or riding a fast stallion was.

He found he could make love all night long once he’d taken the edge off, ensuring that the women he bedded were completely satisfied, and it kept his darker needs suppressed.

If he’d known she would come to him tonight, he would have pleasured himself without her knowledge, but he’d never considered she’d walk into his bedchamber tonight, and never dressed in a scarlet silk negligee that clung so deliciously to every curve.

She looked like a vision sent to tempt a saint.

Tall, long-limbed, perfectly sized, bloody perfect for him.

She curved in the right proportions. Her breasts rose high and firm; they would fill his hands and when he took her up against the wall, he would not have to bend his head too far to bring her large nipples to his mouth.

Her waist indented, giving her an hourglass shape, with an almost flat stomach leading to a thatch of dark curls.

Now he saw exactly what treasure and pleasure lay hidden within.

Hunger for her gripped him as tightly as he gripped his aching cock.

A shiver sped through him. Unlike his casual affairs, he could not walk away after this night.

She would be available for him to take anytime he liked.

The heady sensation this invoked was not a good sign.

She would be a temptation and he would have to find a way to manage that, to maintain his self-control.

Tomorrow he would have to face her. He had a feeling that unlike his previous partners, he most definitely would desire to lie with her again, and that was the problem.

It would be so easy to slide into a sexual haze, and given he was his father’s son, his father’s blood was carried in his veins, where would that lead?

To his immense pleasure and pride he watched in disbelief as Marisa, with a knowing smile, slid her hand down over one pert breast, continuing down to disappear into dark curls.

“What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander,” she said, and let out a long sigh as she focused on his hand moving on his cock while her fingers disappeared within her glistening folds.

He began to stroke with firm, heavy motions, desperate to come before he lost control and dove onto the bed to plunge between her open thighs, screaming his ownership to the heavens.

He didn’t have to wait long. Her fingers moved deeper and reappeared covered in her juice.

When she moaned and lifted her hips off the bed, every muscle in his body strained for release.

He grabbed the bedpost as his knees buckled with his nearing orgasm.

He could not hold back and he yelled her name.

He sank onto the end of his bed, still holding the post for support, his mind blank, his body shuddering with the aftereffects of one of the most explosive releases he could remember giving himself.

She spoke softly. “Beautiful. That’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen.” Her breath feathered his cheek as, on her knees, she came up behind him, her breasts and hard nipples grazing his back.

“I wanted you too much. It will likely hurt your first time unless I prepare you properly, and I was worried about staying in control.”

She nibbled at his neck. “I’m pretty sure I’m more than ready after seeing you pleasure yourself.”

A gentle chuckle left his lips. “Do you pleasure yourself often?” he asked. “I didn’t think a virginal young lady knew of such things.”

“I caught Sebastian doing what you just did when I was fifteen. He was with a girl from the village. It was too awful watching my brother, so I slipped away and waited to talk with her afterward. I asked her to explain what they were doing. She kindly did and I went home and experimented.” Her voice lowered to a seductive purr. “And I liked the sensations.”

He turned his head and caught her lips with his. When he broke the kiss, he rose and walked behind the screen to clean himself off.

She was still sitting at the end of the bed, her legs curled under her. He couldn’t stop himself. “If you lie back and let me watch you pleasure yourself, I assure you I’ll be ready to fulfill my husbandry duties in a flash.”

She blushed furiously and stammered, “I’m not sure I feel comfortable doing that while you watch.”

He crawled onto the bed beside her. “You were a few minutes ago.”

“I guess I was caught up in the moment. You looked magnificent and I wanted to please you.”

He linked his hand with hers. “Do you no longer wish to please me, little one?”

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that. I know I’m large and ungainly?—”

He silenced her with another kiss. Finally he drew back. “You’re not ungainly, you’re simply little compared to me. I think you’re beautiful—perfect, in fact.”

He let go of her hand and moved to cup one breast. “Your bosom fits my hand as if made for it.” He gently squeezed and ran his finger over her taut nipple, making her squirm.

He pushed her onto her back and she sank into the soft mattress.

Lying next to her, he ran his hand up her long, toned leg to where it joined her hip.

“These long legs were made especially so they can wrap round my waist, allowing me to pleasure you deeper and harder.” He placed his hand over her stomach, stretching his fingers from hip to hip.

“You have broad hips, all the better to cradle my children deep within your womb.” Lastly his hand rose and his thumb traced her lips.

“Your lips are plump and ripe, and now all I can think of is kissing them.” He watched her nibble her bottom lip, running her tongue over it as if testing if his words were true.

God, what he’d love to teach her to do with those lips.

He pictured her taking him into her mouth, those lips suckling him until he exploded once more.

Already his dark desires surfaced. He’d have to be careful. Marisa could be the ruin of him and the Lyttleton name.

Focus. For the rest of the night and into the morning, this would be all about her. Her pleasure, her wants, and her desires.

She looked at him from under lowered eyelashes, her silky dark hair the perfect shield for her expression. “I don’t know what to do to please you. Show me,” she entreated on a soft sigh, and she took his hand and placed it at the junction of her thighs, leaving her hand on top of his.

He relished her letting him take command, leading her how he wanted, teaching her how to pleasure herself and how to please him. Focusing on his partner’s pleasure kept his needs at bay.

He was expert at helping his partners learn the ways to make passion last, to reach the pinnacle again and again until they were fully sated.

He rose up on one elbow, resting his head in his palm.

The other hand, the hand that was exactly where he’d longed to be since she’d walked into his bedchamber, he let sink into her curls, shuddering at how wet he found her.

He loved that she readily responded to him.

He took her tiny hand in his and ran one delicate finger down through her wet folds and then back up to press firmly on her hardened nub.

“I love that you’re so wet for me. I bet you taste like the sweetest nectar.” He repeated the movements, but this time he lifted her finger coated in her body’s fluids to his mouth and sucked. “Delicious.”

He guided her finger back to her wet folds. “Now do it on your own. Stroke and then press, hard or soft; you find the rhythm that brings you the most sensation. Then, when you’re ready, taste.”