His marauding tongue that explored every sensitive and heated contour of her mouth, before stilling her as that tongue stroked against her own in a slow and sensuous caress, claiming, possessing, and sending rivulets of pleasurable heat coursing through the whole of Georgianna’s body.
She had never… No one had ever made her feel like this before.
The sheer carnality of Zachary’s kiss was beyond anything Georgianna had ever experienced before, beyond anything she had ever imagined, and she had no defences against it.
No defence against Zachary as he continued to plunder and claim her mouth even as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her across the room to lay her down upon the bed before joining her there. He draped one of his legs across her thighs to keep her in place beside him as he continued to kiss and taste her even while one of his hands began to roam restlessly along the length of her body.
Her neck arched as Zachary broke that kiss to explore the column of her throat. She gasped as his hand cupped beneath her breast, instantly seeking out the sensitive berry at its tip, caressing, stroking and causing a tingling ache that spread like wildfire from her nipple down to between her dampening thighs.
Nevertheless, she knew she must seek some semblance of sanity, to put an end to the madness that had so rapidly overtaken them. ‘Zachary.’
‘Do not deny the desire that exists between us, Georgianna.’ He raised his head to look at her, his eyes glittering fiercely, a flush across the sharp blades of his cheekbones, his lips thinned.
As evidence that his own desire for her angered him rather than pleased him?
No doubt it did, when Zachary had every reason to believe she had been André Rousseau’s lover.
‘I will allow 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.