The Regency Season Collection: Part One. Кэрол Мортимер

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СКАЧАТЬ you to think of nothing and no one else whilst you are in my arms, Georgianna,’ he warned harshly, as he seemed to guess some of her thoughts. ‘And I fully intend to have you before I leave,’ he continued determinedly as he rose above and then over her, pushing her nightgown up her thighs as he settled between her legs. ‘All of you.’

      She swallowed at the lustful violence she now saw in the fierceness of Zachary’s gaze. A violence of emotion that threatened to overwhelm completely Zachary’s previous cautions where she was concerned.

      Georgianna ran the moistness of her tongue across the dryness of her lips. ‘You will only regret it.’

      ‘As you warned me yesterday I should regret having insisted you remove your veil?’ he retorted harshly as he slid slowly down the length of her body, able to smell the sweet lure of her arousal once he was comfortably settled between her thighs.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘And I did regret it. I regret it still. But it seems that regret does little to change the fact that I also desire you.’ Zachary gave a shake of his head, his endurance, and his patience, pushed beyond his control after his second sleepless night in succession. Because of this woman. Because of the desire he felt for her. A desire he had every intention of satisfying before he left England later today.

      ‘Please, Zachary.’

      ‘Oh, I intend to please you, Georgianna.’ He looked down as his hands moved up her thighs, pushing her nightgown up to her waist, revealing smooth, ivory skin and the dark thatch of curls nestled between her thighs. ‘And by pleasing you I also intend to please myself,’ he promised darkly, even as his fingers parted those curls to reveal the lushness of her rosy red folds with the little nubbin peeking out temptingly from beneath the hood above. ‘Open your legs wider and let me in, Georgianna,’ he encouraged gruffly.

      ‘I cannot.’

      ‘You can.’ Zachary moved even lower, the width of his shoulders pushing her thighs further apart, and allowing the heat of his gaze to feast on the slickness of her folds. So deep and rosy coloured, the lips there already swollen, moist, with Georgianna’s own arousal. ‘You are so beautiful, Georgianna,’ he murmured as his thumbs moved to part those folds, revealing the moist and welcoming centre. ‘Like a flower unfurling petals touched by the morning dew.’

      Georgianna was not sure which mortified her the most, the suddenness of this intimacy, or her unmistakable arousal. Certainly she could not deny she was aroused, but at the same time she felt embarrassed by that response. At having a man, any man, look at and touch her so intimately. To have Zachary look and touch where she had never even looked or touched herself.

      ‘I had not taken you for a poet, Hawksmere.’

      ‘You and this lush bounty make me one,’ he assured gruffly as his fingers lightly caressed the delicacy of her skin.

      ‘I...’

      Georgianna’s protest died in her throat, her back arching off the bed at the first pleasurable sweep of the heat of Zachary’s moist tongue against that very private place, before he commenced a slow and sensuous licking of those sensitive folds. He greedily lapped up the moisture now flowing between her thighs.

      ‘I do not...’ Georgianna halted with a gasp as the pleasure became so intense it threatened to totally overwhelm her.

      Zachary felt the deepening of Georgianna’s response as his tongue now probed beneath the hood above her folds, seeking out that erect nubbin, lathing and then sucking it fully into his mouth as he felt it pulsing against his tongue as evidence of her rapidly approaching climax.

      His senses were filled with the taste and smell of her, like the sweetest of nectars, and just as addictive. ‘Yes, Georgianna,’ he encouraged hotly as she now arched up into the stroking of his tongue. ‘Find your rhythm, love. Move with me. Into me. Yes,’ he muttered fiercely as she found that rhythm with the undulating arching of her hips.

      He slipped a finger between the slickness of her folds, stroking the edge, before sliding slowly inside, groaning low in his throat as he added a second finger and felt her muscles tighten about him. Imagining, craving, those same muscles tightening snugly about his erection in exactly the same way they gripped his fingers.

      But first he intended to pleasure Georgianna, to obliterate from her memory any other lover she had ever known.

      He continued that slow thrusting with his fingers even as he lowered his head and his tongue once again stroked the erect nubbin above, suckling it into his mouth before closing his teeth gently about it.

      Georgianna gasped and then cried out as the pleasure rose up to an unbearable height before crashing, streaking through her in hot, burning flames, threatening to consume her with their intensity. Wave after wave of mindless, all-consuming pleasure, tossing her higher, and then higher still as Zachary continued to stroke and thrust her to a second, even more exquisitely powerful climax with the merciless strokes of his tongue. Her body contracting as he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside that flooding heat.

      ‘No more. Please, Zachary,’ she finally cried out weakly, so sensitive now that every touch, every stroke threatened to send her over the edge of falling into yet another exquisite climax.

      ‘Why not?’ Zachary’s eyes were dark as he raised his head to look up at her, his cheeks flushed.

      Georgianna felt the heat burn her cheeks as she saw how glistening wet his lips were, and realised it had to be from the copious flowing of her juices. ‘I had not realised... I did not know. Do men enjoy doing that?’

      ‘I do,’ Zachary assured gruffly, pleased beyond measure that he was obviously the first man to have introduced Georgianna to this intimacy. ‘You taste divine, Georgianna,’ he added huskily as he licked the juices from his lips and had the pleasure of watching her cheeks blush an even deeper red.

      ‘And I—’ He broke off with a scowl as a knock sounded on the door of the bedchamber. ‘What is it?’ He turned to direct that scowl towards that closed door.

      ‘The Duke of Wolfingham is awaiting your presence down in the blue salon, your Grace,’ Hinds informed him stiffly through the closed door.

      Damn it. Zachary had completely forgotten that Wolfingham was joining him here this morning.

      Forgotten everything but his need to make love to Georgianna.

       Chapter Eight

      Georgianna washed, and dressed herself in the black gown, then arranged her hair neatly at her crown in record time after Zachary left her bedchamber. She was determined that when, and if, the duke should return, her appearance would at least be respectable.

      The only thing she now considered ‘respectable’ about herself.

      She had no idea what had happened with Hawksmere just now. One minute they had been talking, and the next...

      Oh, dear lord, the next.

      Just thinking about Zachary possessing her with his mouth was enough to make Georgianna quiver with embarrassment.

      Or possibly remembered pleasure?

      Unimagined, СКАЧАТЬ