The Virgin Who Ruined Lord Gray - Anna Bradley Page 0,97
the same time he was demanding, relentless in pursuit of her pleasure and his own. Sophia wasn’t a submissive sort of woman, but there was something breathtaking about having such an intense, physically powerful man take command of her body.
“Put your arms over your head,” he murmured against her throat, shifting them so she was reclined against the pillows. “Don’t move unless I give you leave.”
“Give me leave?” Sophia squeaked, but her objection died in her throat when he pushed a long, muscular leg between hers and began kissing his way down her body. It should be impossible his mouth could find her every curve and hollow, but that was how it felt to Sophia—as if his hot breath and seeking tongue touched every secret part of her. She held her breath, arching into his mouth as he dragged his lips down her neck and between her breasts.
She let out a soft cry of protest and reached for his head to still him when he didn’t pause to lavish attention on her nipples, but as soon as her fingers caught in his hair he lifted his head, one eyebrow arched, his sultry gray eyes gleaming as he grinned down at her. “Hands over your head, Sophia.”
Sophia squirmed against the sheets as she battled with herself. She wasn’t one to back away from a challenge, and certainly not one to let a man order her about, but he was wreaking havoc on her body with his sinful mouth, and all she could think about was how badly she wanted him to keep going, to move lower.…
So, she did as he bid her, lifting her arms and resting them on the pillow over her head, just as he’d placed them originally. He made an approving noise deep in his throat. “Hold onto the headboard…yes. Now wrap your fingers around the posts.”
He waited for her to obey his command before he resumed his sensual assault, dragging his lips down the center of her ribcage, pausing to nibble at the skin there, leaving a damp streak from his tongue as he drifted lower, dropping tiny wet kisses across her belly.
She was half-lost in the pleasure when she felt his large palms against her inner thighs, the scratch of his emerging beard against the secret skin there, and then he—
“Tristan!” Sophia twisted away from him, more from shock than anything else. “Did you just…”
He’d…it felt as if he’d just licked her. There.
Now that, that she’d never done before.
She jerked upright and stared down at him. He was lying on his belly between her spread legs, his hands still holding her thighs apart, his lips glistening and a curious mixture of amusement, desire, and impatience on his face. “I did, and I’d be pleased to do it again if you’d do as I bid you.” He nodded at her hands, which were braced on the bed on either side of her hips.
“But that’s…you can’t…I’ve never heard of such a thing!”
A low chuckle met this protest. “Are you asking me to stop?”
Sophia squirmed at the sensation of his hot breath drifting over her damp flesh. “I didn’t say that, exactly.”
She felt the vibration of another chuckle against her core, but then he was devouring her again, his mouth hot against the tender pink skin between her legs, his lips and tongue stroking into her throbbing center, ruthlessly wringing shudders from her writhing body and incoherent whimpers and pleas from her lips. Sophia clutched at the posts above her head, her knuckles white as Tristan teased and circled, sucked and licked.
“Tristan, please. I need…I need you.” Sophia arched against him to urge him to move on top of her. He swirled his tongue over her tender bud once, and then again before he slid up her body with one quick move and settled his hips between her open thighs.
Sophia gazed up into that handsome, harshly elegant face and braced herself for the first thrust of his body into hers, but instead of taking her at once, Tristan paused to brush the tangled hair from her face. “You look nervous, pixie.” He leaned over her to press a soft kiss to her lips. “I’d never hurt you, Sophia.”
She cupped his cheek in her hand. “I know you won’t.”
Sophia opened her legs wider, offering herself to him, and he pressed the head of his cock against her slick entrance. He gasped when he felt her heat, then gave one restrained thrust, just enough so the broad head slipped inside her.