Page 69 of Her Heartless Duke

He divested her of her chemise, discarding it to the side of the chaise somewhere near her dress, perhaps. Now, she was clad in nothing but her stockings, her cheeks coloring when she realized the sort of picture she must be presenting.

“Keep doing that, my dear, and there shall be none of you left after.” He tugged off his cravat and discarded his shirt.

“Keep doing what?” she gasped, as his large hand palmed her breast, his thumb gently flicking the rosy peak.

“Looking good enough to feast on,” he grinned.

And feast he did.

He latched onto her other breast, alternating between sucking the taut nipple and laving it gently with his tongue until she was gasping in his arms.

Meanwhile, his other hand had drifted unerringly to that spot between her lips, rubbing at her sensitive nub with expert ease.

Her eyes flew open as her hips bucked into his hand. “Isaac!” she gasped. “Oh God…”

“I love it when you call out my name like that,” he grinned devilishly. “And for that… I think you deserve a reward.”

She had known the sheer pleasure the mastery of his hands could wreak on her body. Had experienced it herself not even a fortnight ago.

She was not disappointed when he began to stroke her most intimately, wringing moan after soft moan from her throat, until she was a wanton mess.

She felt him press against her core and she sobbed. Felt him circle the pearl of her desire and she nearly broke down.

When he slipped a finger into her entrance, Olivia knew that she was done for.

Still, she was wholly unprepared when he slid down her body, trailing wet kisses from her breasts down to her stomach until his warm breath fanned against the golden curls of her womanhood.

Her eyes flashed open. “What are you doing—”

Her words were soon lost in a loud, keening moan when his fingers gently unfolded her most intimate area and his tongue rasped against her center.

“Isaac!” she gasped. “I-I do not think we should—”

“Shh…”

Olivia shuddered as the vibrations from his voice rippled against her core.

“This is between you and me, sweet Olivia,” he told her. “What Society dictates has no power here.”

And she supposed he was right—this wasthem. All else was immaterial.

And it all fell away as his tongue lashed against her core, driving her mad with need, wringing cry after cry of sheer pleasure from her.

Isaac was a virtuoso and she was his instrument, her moans the very music he sought to create—and what a symphony he managed to orchestrate upon her!

Olivia was certain that there could be no greater pleasure than what he was doing to her, but then, she felt his finger probing at her entrance. As he lapped and laved at her like a man starved for years, he slipped his finger inside her, adding another level to the sheer ecstasy that inundated her senses.

“You taste so good, my sweet Olivia,” he groaned against her. “I could devour you like thisforever…”

Forever. She liked the sound of that.

“Isaac! Is—Isaac!”

She was thrashing on the chaise now, lost in the sensual haze he wrapped around her, unable to think orfeelanything else beyond what he was doing to her.

He was relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure. His tongue and lips and fingers pushing her, inching her towards the peak.

He swirled his tongue around her and she nearly lost his mind. When his finger curled intosomethingdeep within her, she shattered.