Dangerous in Diamonds - Madeline Hunter [113]
He stood and had her lie down. He undressed while he looked at her. “The sunlight makes those diamonds flame,” he said while he stripped off his shirt. “It is as if white fire pours out of you.”
The fire was all in her, burning recklessly. When he knelt on the bed and kissed her, she reached for him and caressed his phallus, so she might make him burn too.
The scorching kisses he pressed on her neck and chest said he did. Wildness claimed them both, and they grasped and bit and clutched as if passion would consume them.
He kissed down her body, not carefully, not even very gently. He kissed her and moved her as if he had a right to do whatever he chose. His whole body turned as he did it, until his mouth could reach between her thighs and start the pleasure that unhinged her.
Her eyes blurred as the power crashed through her. His position put his hips close to her. She used both her hands to give him pleasure while she lost herself.
He stopped suddenly. She looked down, impatient and confused. He had risen up on his arm. Wicked fires showed in his gaze.
“Do as I do, if you can be so bold, Daphne.”
He ensured she lost all sense then. Unbearable pleasure buried first shock, then fear, then hesitation. She kissed where she caressed him, then used her mouth as he did.
“Hawkeswell is in mourning. He thinks you are ruining me.” Castleford shared that tidbit while he tied one of her wrists to the bedpost.
She tested the binding. It was not especially tight. She could get free if she chose.
“For a man besotted by one woman, he has a peculiar need to know at least one other is not hobbled,” she said. “Perhaps he is not nostalgic so much for being bad but for his youth when he was bad.”
He kissed her nape. “How wise you are. I am sure that you are right. We are hardly ancient, however. I think maybe he just fears he will have no one to goad. He enjoys having rows with me.” He moved to the other side and went to work on her other wrist. “You understand this is only a game? I do not want you afraid.”
She nodded. He could tell that the point of the game had begun to reveal itself, however, and she still accommodated it. Tied like this, hand and foot, left her very vulnerable. Which aroused him in ways not without a dark edge.
This was not a game that a woman should play with someone she did not trust, he had explained. He trusted her agreement meant she did trust him, and she was not just seeing how bold she could be tonight.
He left the bed and moved the sheet down, uncovering her. He looked at her ivory form, so elegant in its length. Facedown on the bed like that, her extended arms and legs made her back and bottom taut and perfect. She awed him and also incited a savage desire.
The waiting affected her. Slight flexes revealed her own arousal. She looked over her shoulder at him.
“Is this game ever played the other way?”
“No. It always works like this.”
She frowned. “I would think it could very easily be switched.”
What a rebellious notion. “It is a good thing I am here to teach you the proper way to sin, then.”
She rested her head on the pillow again. “Perhaps you only play it this way because you cannot trust a woman enough.”
“You are thinking too much. It is distracting you from how erotic this is.”
“I promise you that nothing has distracted me from that, Your Grace.” She looked back again, pointedly lowering her gaze down his body. “Nor has it distracted you at all, I see.”
Not at all. He got on the bed and knelt beside her. He kissed the small of her back, and her bottom rose instinctively. Need broke in him like a storm. He clenched his jaw while he found some control and settled between her thighs.
The sensation as he entered shook his essence. He could not believe what it did to him, how good it felt. It was not the first time he had that thought with her, either. He withdrew and entered again, to know it once more.