The Den Of Iniquity. Anabelle Bryant
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Название: The Den Of Iniquity
Автор: Anabelle Bryant
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
Серия: Bastards of London
isbn: 9781474067522
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He angled his head, fitting his mouth to hers in perfect position while his hand sunk into her hair, his fingers scraping across her scalp with tingling possession.
Dear Lord she must be dying. Leaving the earth and transcending to some other level of feeling, every cell of her body alive and drenched in invigorating sensation. His lips were strong, hot, powerful against hers and she arched into his body, opened her mouth to him and dropped her head back to rest against the curtain with a gasp of pleasure.
He took advantage.
He slid his tongue into her mouth, the first touch a mixture of liquid heat and wicked sin. She uncurled her fingers flat against his chest, the rapid rise and fall of his breath a reminder he was as affected as she. Somewhere in her dissolving better sense, a voice reminded she should fight against the liberties he sought, but whoever committed those rules of etiquette to feminine moral conduct had never been kissed by Maxwell Sinclair, bastard proprietor of London’s Underworld. How could she resist?
She was no fool, not so lost in the moment to neglect consuming passion. Drawing on scarce knowledge and innate instinct she rubbed her tongue against his and he groaned into her, the reaction an exhilarating rush of power. She relaxed in his arms, a pulse of rare courage and heady control coursing through her veins.
He changed too. Sometime during their kiss his posture eased, his tight hold turned into tender embrace and when he stepped back, he took her with him until he sat on the corner of his desk, his legs spread in a vee with her deposited between them.
Still the kiss continued. His hands framed her face to lock her to him. His teeth nipped, tongue rubbed and teased, all to lure her against his body, her breath high and fast, her weak legs threatening mutiny. A wave of light-headedness caused her to sway.
At last he pulled back and she used his shoulders for support, her hands set firm atop solid muscle.
‘Vivi.’ He spoke the word with aching tenderness and exhaled deeply. For a brief moment when she looked into his eyes she saw a different man.
Then it was gone. He straightened his posture and pulled in another long breath as if he braced for something. She watched with dubious concern.
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