no more holding back. Shamelessly pushing her breasts up against his mouth, she gave herself over to the rush of desire that compelled her and let him see just how badly she needed him.
Their bodies did not need words to speak to each other. Laughing under his breath, the assassin obliged by wrapping his tongue around first one nipple, then the other, biting down softly until her desperate cry of delight echoed around the parlour room, then squeezing her breasts again before seeking further.
Without asking permission he kissed his way down the curve of her stomach as his hands came to rest upon her thighs, gently but insistently forcing them apart. Esther breathed in sharply, but there was nothing left to hide from him. Her eyes heavy-lidded, she sighed in supplication as he swiftly glanced up at her once more, seeming to search her face before he nodded slowly then eased himself forward, guiding her hips towards the edge of the seat until she could feel his warm breath on her swollen clit.
The world slowed around them, contracting until there was nothing but the two of them, caught up in the spell of lust they had woven together. Her heart was beating wildly out of time, and he shook his head as if to clear before he drew a shallow breath and then delivered the gentlest of kisses to her clit. She whimpered, so wholly unused to the sensations now crashing through her body that she could barely even breathe. None of her previous lovers saw her pleasure as anything but a prelude to their own, but the assassin seemed to revel in it, determined to bind her to him ever more tightly with this inexplicable lust they shared for each other.
He groaned quietly, his hands so tight around her thighs they would surely leave bruises behind as he began to tease her with his devilishly skilled tongue, darting out and wrapping around her clit to wrench her closer to her building climax with every passing moment. She was so painfully aroused that she knew it would not take long at all to reach, but though her body craved it, she never wanted this to end. Only the breathtaking awareness of where this would surely lead made her relax and willingly accept the urgings of her body to submit to the clenching, delicious ache in her core.
Seeming to sense how near she was, the assassin devoted himself to her with ever more enthusiasm, the vibration of his groans of pleasure each time she jerked against his mouth only bringing Esther closer to all her body craved. Throwing her head back, she rocked her hips and tugged desperately against the bonds around her wrists, trembling from head to toe as her body twisted in anticipation of all that was so agonisingly close.
He chuckled, clearly glorying in his complete dominance and mastery of her body, and when he captured her clit between his teeth she lurched and shattered into a million pieces, consumed by the explosion of sheer physical ecstasy that sped through her without mercy. Sobbing out her pleasure with no shame or reticence, she writhed against the chair and let her loud cries fill the little parlour room. He rose to his feet to watch her, smug and amused satisfaction burning on his face as her body convulsed in the grip of its pleasure until a smart rap on the door froze them both in place.
“Your breakfast, sir!” came the call from the hallway beyond.
The assassin’s teasing smile widened further as Esther still fought for breath, the fierce throes of her climax finally abating. “Shall we adjourn for a while, sweetheart? I rather think you could make use of a chance to regain your breath.”
She nodded, unable to do anything else, and wholly unable to tear her eyes away from him. This man was more dangerous than anyone she had faced down before, yet she was already coming to realise that the thought of walking away from him – and from this – was impossible.
CHAPTER 6
Still basking in the afterglow of all they had shared, Seth exhaled and then stole a swift
Their bodies did not need words to speak to each other. Laughing under his breath, the assassin obliged by wrapping his tongue around first one nipple, then the other, biting down softly until her desperate cry of delight echoed around the parlour room, then squeezing her breasts again before seeking further.
Without asking permission he kissed his way down the curve of her stomach as his hands came to rest upon her thighs, gently but insistently forcing them apart. Esther breathed in sharply, but there was nothing left to hide from him. Her eyes heavy-lidded, she sighed in supplication as he swiftly glanced up at her once more, seeming to search her face before he nodded slowly then eased himself forward, guiding her hips towards the edge of the seat until she could feel his warm breath on her swollen clit.
The world slowed around them, contracting until there was nothing but the two of them, caught up in the spell of lust they had woven together. Her heart was beating wildly out of time, and he shook his head as if to clear before he drew a shallow breath and then delivered the gentlest of kisses to her clit. She whimpered, so wholly unused to the sensations now crashing through her body that she could barely even breathe. None of her previous lovers saw her pleasure as anything but a prelude to their own, but the assassin seemed to revel in it, determined to bind her to him ever more tightly with this inexplicable lust they shared for each other.
He groaned quietly, his hands so tight around her thighs they would surely leave bruises behind as he began to tease her with his devilishly skilled tongue, darting out and wrapping around her clit to wrench her closer to her building climax with every passing moment. She was so painfully aroused that she knew it would not take long at all to reach, but though her body craved it, she never wanted this to end. Only the breathtaking awareness of where this would surely lead made her relax and willingly accept the urgings of her body to submit to the clenching, delicious ache in her core.
Seeming to sense how near she was, the assassin devoted himself to her with ever more enthusiasm, the vibration of his groans of pleasure each time she jerked against his mouth only bringing Esther closer to all her body craved. Throwing her head back, she rocked her hips and tugged desperately against the bonds around her wrists, trembling from head to toe as her body twisted in anticipation of all that was so agonisingly close.
He chuckled, clearly glorying in his complete dominance and mastery of her body, and when he captured her clit between his teeth she lurched and shattered into a million pieces, consumed by the explosion of sheer physical ecstasy that sped through her without mercy. Sobbing out her pleasure with no shame or reticence, she writhed against the chair and let her loud cries fill the little parlour room. He rose to his feet to watch her, smug and amused satisfaction burning on his face as her body convulsed in the grip of its pleasure until a smart rap on the door froze them both in place.
“Your breakfast, sir!” came the call from the hallway beyond.
The assassin’s teasing smile widened further as Esther still fought for breath, the fierce throes of her climax finally abating. “Shall we adjourn for a while, sweetheart? I rather think you could make use of a chance to regain your breath.”
She nodded, unable to do anything else, and wholly unable to tear her eyes away from him. This man was more dangerous than anyone she had faced down before, yet she was already coming to realise that the thought of walking away from him – and from this – was impossible.
CHAPTER 6
Still basking in the afterglow of all they had shared, Seth exhaled and then stole a swift
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