Even as he took her again, even as he caused her to cry out his name, he felt nothing beyond the searing press of flesh. With a triumphant laugh, she bucked him off, straddled him, claimed him. Theirs was an ancient ritual of writhing bodies, escalating sighs, and intense sensations. Hands gliding, fingers teasing, mouths devouring. This was what he needed, what he always needed. Now he was the one to groan, a growl really, low and throaty. Welcoming him with a groan of satisfaction, she lifted her hips slightly, and he delved deeper.
It was only here, when he could become lost in wicked sensations, that he was master, that the world and all its disappointments receded. With his knees, he spread her thighs, opening her to him, and slid into her velvety haven. Her voice, lazy, raspy, sultry, caused him to harden swiftly and painfully. “Mmm, I do so enjoy the way you awaken me.”
Moaning low, she stretched languorously, like a feline lazing in the sun. Shifting his body so she was cradled beneath him, he pressed his hot, moist mouth to the ridge of her spine and began to leisurely travel downward. Gathering up her hair, with its hints of red that often made it seem as though it might ignite at any moment, he draped it over one shoulder, exposing the nape of her slender neck. She was soundly asleep, not reacting to his subtle gestures, but she would be miffed if he took his leave without giving her a proper farewell. It was the very reason he sought her company. She was such a wonderfully carnal creature, willing to explore passion and pleasure in all its forms. He’d discovered that Anne responded best to only the hint of sensation, as though the torment of being denied more pressure heightened her pleasure. A light touch, barely there, as soft as a cloud drifting across the late-afternoon sky.
Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.Morgan Lyons, the eighth Earl of Westcliffe, unhurriedly trailed his fingers over the slender bare back-the appearance of which always delighted him. "Lorraine Heath's books are always magic." -Cathy Maxwell With Passions of a Wicked Earl, USA Today and New York Times bestseller Lorraine Heath kicks off a new series of delightfully sinful historical romance novels featuring "London's Greatest Lovers." The first romantic adventure involving the titled and rakish sons of a scandalous Dowager Duchess and their tales of passion, pleasure, and love, Passions of a Wicked Earl concerns the innocent and unfairly disgraced young wife of the first brother and her brazen attempts to win back the dashing rogue's any means necessary! A series about London's greatest lovers, in which the rakish sons of a scandalous Dowager Duchess find passion, pleasure, and love.
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