Part 37 (1/2)
Virginia felt as if she were in a trance, a s.e.xual one, and she blinked, not sure if she was horrified or not. She had never worn such a low neckline in her life, much less even lower.
”Here?” Sofie asked, lowering the garment by an inch.
”Very nice,” Devlin said thickly. And suddenly he spoke quickly in fluent French.
”D'accord,” Sofie said when he was through. She sent Virginia a glance and hurried out, closing the door behind her.
Virginia met Devlin's gaze as he slowly stood and she turned, reaching wildly for the closest fabric in order to cover herself. But she knew.
”Don't,” he said, a command.
She froze, a wisp of silk in her hand, her nipples hurting, her s.e.x ripe.
He tugged the silk from her hand.
”What are you doing?” she whispered hoa.r.s.ely, her eyes wide.
”You are so beautiful,” he said in return, sliding his hands over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and clasping them firmly.
Virginia wanted to be quiet and she failed-the terrible sensuality that had been building in her erupted and she cried out. Her eyes closed as he rubbed her nipples, making them harder and tauter and tighter than before, until she was trembling helplessly, moaning, her s.e.x engorged and throbbing wildly for relief.
”Look at me,” he commanded softly.
Somehow her eyes obeyed, opening, and their gazes met. His were silver flames.
He smiled a little and bent and touched one tip with his tongue.
Virginia cried out, clasping his head, wanting to tell him not to do this-in the back of her mind she knew that Madame or Sofie could walk in on them-but she couldn't, and as he licked her nipple she began to thrash, the explosion imminent.
Then she felt his hands slide down to her waist and begin to tug her pantalettes down.
In a haze of l.u.s.t, she managed to worry about what he was doing. As if reading her very thoughts, he murmured against her aching, swollen nipple, ”Let me please you, darling.”
”N-not here,” she managed.
But his face was against her navel now and she felt him smile through the corset she wore. ”They won't disturb us.” He tugged on her pantalettes and they disappeared, pooling at her ankles.
And finally mindless, Virginia grasped his shoulders, clawing him, pus.h.i.+ng him down.
”Patience is a virtue,” he reminded her, sliding his face down until he rubbed his cheek over her mons.
”Oh, Devlin,” she wept.
He kissed the delta there, not once but twice and then three times.
She fell.
He caught her and laid her down on piles of silk and satin, and as she spread wide for him he separated the heavy folds of her s.e.x and inserted his tongue there.
Virginia arched, sobbing, exploding, shattering and flying high. ”Devlin!” she wept.
He sucked it deep then teased it softly as she shattered another time, sobbing and moaning and shaking like a leaf.
When she began to float, her mind came back to life. She gasped, opening her eyes, still on her back on the floor, naked except for her stockings and corset. Devlin crouched between her thighs, which remained spread shamefully for him. She quickly began to close them but he palmed her s.e.x. ”Don't.”
Desire surged. She lay still, panting. ”What if-” she began, barely able to think of an intrusion by the couturier or her niece.
He began toying with the folds, combing through the hair. ”They won't interrupt us.”
Virginia wanted to refute him but forgot the subject, arching high against his hand. His fingers entered her, and now there was no barrier. The sensation was so powerful, of his being inside her, even if it was just his two fingers, that her stomach seemed to disappear and the room blackened.
”Can you come for me again, little one?” he asked roughly.
She somehow looked at him and was met with a blaze of silver. ”Please...put more...there,” she whispered.
He shoved harder, fiercely, and she saw sweat rolling down his brow.
But it wasn't enough. And Virginia knew what she wanted. She began to sit, reaching for him, brus.h.i.+ng her hand over the stiff, rigid line raised brilliantly against his pale britches-but he pushed her hand away.
Incredulous, she met his gaze.
He moved hard in her.
She gasped, her stomach disappearing again, collapsing back onto a pile of discarded lace and linen. His fingers moved deep and deeper still, large and strong, surge after surge. Virginia was vaguely aware of his gaze upon her, knew she was shameless, and she began to writhe and beg. ”Please, Devlin, please, come inside me...please!”
He grunted and leaned over her somehow and she felt his mouth on hers, his tongue thrusting deep, even as his hand continued to rock her, and she knew she needed, wanted, had to have more.
And suddenly his hand was gone. She was in his arms and his phallus rubbed over her s.e.x and she shouted, gripping his shoulders, exploding into a thousand pieces, not once but many times, while he ground himself over her, again and again, panting and murmuring her name.
This time, she lay for an eternity upon the soft piles of silks and satins on the floor, and he lay on top of her, breathing hard, unmoving, still hard and aroused. She began to blush. She began to think. She began to wonder and to worry.
He sat up.
She met his gaze.
His eyes slid over her entire body. A flush mottled his high cheekbones.
Virginia sat, reaching for a fabric and covering herself. She had not expected this. She was stunned but not ashamed, not at all. And she wanted more, so much more.
”It's a little late for that,” he remarked, eyeing the wisp of pink silk she held.
She wet her lips. She still ached to have him deep inside her, and not just with his fingers.
”I have longed to do that again,” he said quietly, meeting her gaze. ”You are incredibly pa.s.sionate, Virginia.”
His words went straight through her heart. ”What about your pleasure?” she asked as quietly, her trepidation growing. But even a real union of their bodies would not be enough. If only he would reach out now and touch her with real affection.