Page 149 of Secluded with the Rogue

Chapter 12

A s Alexander’s lips continued to devour hers, Genevieve found herself lost in the intensity of their embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the strength of his muscles and the warmth of his body. The passion between them was undeniable, and it seemed as though they were drawn together by an unseen force.

Alexander’s fingers traced the curve of her waist, moving downward. He lifted her skirt, and his hand slid up her until he brushed the delicate skin of her inner thigh. She shivered at his touch, her body responding to his every move. His fingers danced gently across her skin, and Genevieve could not help but let out a soft gasp.

She could feel the desire building within her, the anticipation of what was to come. Her breasts grew heavier against his chest, her nipples pebbling through her gown. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she knew that there was no turning back now.

Genevieve gripped the sides of Alexander’s jacket, her fingers digging into the material. She could feel his breath against her skin, hot and heavy, matching the rhythm of her own. Her body shook with desire, every inch of her craving him.

With a soft moan, Genevieve reached up to his neck, tangling her fingers in his curls as she pulled him closer. Alexander’s lips met hers again, just as fervent as before but with even more intensity. His tongue danced with hers in a sultry tango that left her breathless.

Her mind raced, torn between the anger and longing that had been simmering within her for years and the passion that was now overtaking her entirely.

Alexander’s hand began to travel up her thigh, sending shivers down Genevieve’s spine. She could feel herself melting into him, her resolve slipping away with every stroke of his hand. His fingers trailed up her inner thigh, teasingly close to where she ached for him most. She gasped slightly as he gently parted her lower lips, his fingers sliding between them and exploring the most intimate part of her.

Genevieve’s eyes fluttered shut. His lips continued to dance with hers, a sultry waltz that was as intoxicating as it was overwhelming. She could feel her body responding to his every touch, her skin tingling and glowing beneath his caresses. She moaned softly into his mouth. Her hips began to rock against him, seeking the release that had eluded her for so long. She could feel the wetness seeping through her undergarments, a testament to the passion that had been unleashed within her.

The sensation of his fingers against her most sensitive place was almost too much to bear, yet she craved more. Her mind twisted and turned, her emotions a whirlwind.

Genevieve’s breath hitched in her throat. Her body arched toward his, craving more of the sweet agony he was causing. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest, the rhythm growing more erratic with each passing second.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air around them. There was no shame or embarrassment in these moments, only unbridled passion and desire that had been building for years.

Alexander’s hand continued its slow, deliberate exploration. Genevieve’s mind raced as she tried to hold on to a sense of control, but with each touch of Alexander’s hand, her resolve slipped further away. She gripped his jacket harder, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath the fabric. Her heart pounded in her chest, its rhythm matching the pulsing desire that surged through her veins.

Genevieve felt as though she was on the precipice of a cliff, and all she needed was one final push. She could feel her body building towards its peak, every nerve ending in her body rising to meet the delicious agony that Alexander was expertly administering.

As his hand continued its slow dance between her legs, Genevieve’s breath hitched in her throat, and she knew she was about to lose control.

And she did, almost crying out, but his lips claimed her even as he claimed her body in a way no gentleman should have, not without them being wed.

Sense came to her then, finally, nearly too late, and she pushed him away.

What had they just done?