Page 51 of Her Heartless Duke

They moved through the steps in perfect harmony. Isaac could not help but marvel at how she seemed to be able to hold her body taut and loose in all the right places and at the most perfect timing. It was as if dancing with him had released an unearthly creature bound by a mortal body and she was no longer human but a sylph, a creature of air and mist and magic.

And he was the human enthralled by her spell.

They moved past each other, their eyes barely leaving the other until the final part of the dance in which she bowed her body until it was almost parallel to the floor, supported only by his strength as he leaned over her.

It was a posture of surrender, of trust. For Isaac, it proved to be his own undoing as his control snapped and he crashed his lips into hers, moaning behind closed eyes as he tasted her once more.

More!More! More!

He had thought to draw back. He feared that she might be frightened by his sheer lack of control.

Yet, she answered his kiss just as eagerly, her lips moving over his as her palm pressed against his chest, her fingertips curling as she let out a soft whimper.

Mine, he thought to himself as he devoured her lips.Mine…

He broke the kiss and she let out a little growl of protest. He laughed lowly as he swept her off her feet and carried her over to the chaise Horace had intended for her rest.

Isaac found another use for it instead.

“I want you,” he told her achingly as he looked into her eyes, searching her soul for answers.

She reached out with a trembling hand, her smile soft and brave as she laid it on his cheek.

“And I, you.”

He groaned and covered her lips with his. His heart soared at the knowledge that she wanted this, that she wantedhim.

In spite of his brokenness, she had chosen him. He would not make her regret it.

He dragged his lips to trail down her jaw, evoking a sweet moan from her that shot straight to his groin. He sucked at the sweet column of her throat and her fingers speared into his hair, anchoring him to her as she pressed her body sweetly into his.

Deftly, his fingers plucked at the buttons of her dress, undoing the laces of her stays until her garments pooled to her waist, baring her breasts to him. Instinctively, her arms came up to cover herself, but he held her wrists away.

“No,” he told her firmly. “You are beautiful, and I want to look upon you.”

She nodded and bit her lower lip, her gaze drifting shyly away from his.

Isaac laughed as he reached out to cup her perfect breasts, delighting in this side of her as he caressed their peaks to stiff points. He heard a soft huff of breath escape her and he leaned in to flick his tongue lightly over a single point.

“You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do this,” he told her. “Or all the things I wish I could do with you.”

He took one rosy tip into his mouth and sucked lightly. Olivia let out a soft hiss, her body surging into his as her fingers curled into his scalp. Satisfied with her response, he began sucking her more eagerly as his other hand kneaded her soft flesh, until her sighs became the music to which he danced.

He shrugged his coat off, pausing briefly to pull his linen shirt out and discarding it into the pile at his feet.

“Do you wish to keep your dress on?” he asked her.

She flushed and looked away, squirming in her seat. “I-I do not know what to do with it really…”

He tipped her chin so that her gaze met his. “Do you trust me, Olivia?”

For a moment, he was afraid that she would say no. Then, she nodded, and with a meek, “Yes”, she sealed both their fates.

He groaned as he drew her dress and her chemise gently down her body, taking sheer delight as she was revealed to him inch by inch. When he finally discarded her clothing to join his at the pile, she had only her stockings on.

The sight of her was so searingly sensual that Isaac felt as if he might not be able to hold back for much longer.

He kissed her as he removed his breeches, baring himself to her. Olivia relaxed once more into his kiss. When her teeth scraped against his bottom lip, he could not help but let out a soft moan.