Wicked Surrender (Regency Sinners)(15)
But Jeremy had been a boy in comparison with the hard and experienced Dante St. Just. Jeremy’s body had been lithe and angular, nothing at all like the toned muscles and contours of Dante’s.
“I am sorry I cannot claim the same.” Dante’s voice sounded harsh in the otherwise silent inn.
Bella flicked him a nervous glance, wondering if her mention of Jeremy had dampened his desire for her. But no, she could still feel the length of his erection pressing into her abdomen. “I am only concerned you might find my body…less than pleasing.”
The frown cleared from Dante’s brow as Bella admitted the source of her present anxiety. “You are every man’s fantasy come to life,” he assured her. “Full breasts adorned with large and sensitive nipples that beg to be sucked.” His hand moved to cup one of those deliciously plump orbs, the soft pad of his thumb stroking across the pouting nipple and causing Bella to tremble from head to toe. “A slender waist that then curves out to the generosity of your welcoming hips and thighs.” His hand continued to trace lightly downward. Bella gasped and groaned as he learned each and every responsive contour of her body. And he had not reached her most sensitive part yet.
Dante pushed her gently onto her back before throwing off the bedclothes. His explorations had caused Bella’s nightgown to ruck up about her thighs, and his gaze was heated, greedy, as he pushed the garment up even farther. “Place your hands above your head.”
“Why?”
“Because I wish it.”
She tentatively lifted her arms and place her hands on the pillows behind her.
Dante nodded his approval. “Do not move them unless I give you permission to do so.”
Bella squirmed with self-consciousness but did as he asked as he exposed the full curve of her hips and the dark curls between her thighs. “Dante—”
He had placed his fingertips against her lips to prevent her from protesting further. “Part your legs for me,” he instructed gruffly. “Now, Bella.” The firmness of his tone brooked no argument from her.
A look of uncertainty flitted across her face even as she slowly parted her legs.
“Wider,” he rasped. “Bend your legs at the knees and then part them fully. Not a single inch of you is to be hidden from my gaze or the attentions of my hands and mouth. Do you understand?”
Bella knew she should be shocked, furious, at Dante’s totally domineering tone and attitude. Instead, she felt a delicious thrill of excitement run down the length of her spine and a hot gush of juices between the nether lips he was demanding she expose to his gaze. Besides, he had assured her she could stop him at any time simply by saying “daffodil.”
“There will be punishment if you do not do as I ask when I ask it,” he warned evenly.
She swallowed. “What sort of punishment?”
He gazed at her, obviously considering. “I shall expose your breasts”—he pushed her nightgown higher, baring those breasts—“and pinch your nipples, hard, until you do as I ask.”
Bella’s breasts instantly began to ache, the nipples throbbing, as she slowly bent her legs at the knees before allowing them to fall apart. Color heated her cheeks as she totally exposed herself to Dante’s gaze.
“Good,” he murmured as he moved to kneel between her parted thighs.
Bella raised her gaze to the beamed ceiling, hands curling into fists to stop from moving them as she felt Dante’s hands upon her down there, long fingers parting her curls before stroking over the wetness she could feel slicking her nether lips.
All the time, she was aware that the heat of his darkened gaze was upon her there too. Watching as his own long and elegant fingers swirled and stroked that private place. Knowing he would be able to see her response to his touch and caresses, as Bella felt her channel lips become plumper and an abundance of juices flowing between them and down between the cheeks of her bottom, dampening that “rosette” Dante had referred to earlier.
She gasped as she felt his fingers push up the protective hood hiding the sensitive nubbin he had called a clit, before he lowered his head. Bella gasped and squirmed anew as she felt the intimacy of the hot rasp of his tongue licking her exposed and sensitive flesh. “Dante!”
He raised his head. “Daffodil?”
She heard the disappointment in his voice and instantly wished to please him again. “No.”
“Then I shall continue.” His head lowered, hands holding her hips still as his mouth took full possession and he began to suck that pulsing nubbin at the same time as his tongue now lashed rapidly against it.
There was no slow build into the pleasure that suddenly ripped through her body, causing an explosion of bright colors behind her closed lids. Pleasure coursed through her whole body but centered on the nubbin Dante continued to suck and rasp with his tongue.
Two fingers were now thrust inside the moistness of her channel, curling forward and prolonging that release as they stroked against some hidden pleasure spot Bella had not known existed but which seemed to be directly connected to the nubbin that still pulsed and throbbed against Dante’s marauding tongue and teeth.
She could feel that pressure building inside her again, taking her higher and then higher still, every part of her oversensitized and overstimulated as she began to quiver and shake in reaction to that impending explosion of pleasure.