Page 69 of A Story of Love

She lifted her hips and bumped his hand before she could think what she was doing.

He laughed and lightly flicked her clitoris with the tip of his finger. “Stop begging.”

Lori hissed in a harsh breath, aroused rather than chastened by the careless gesture. She had to savage the inside of her cheek to keep from pleading—no, demanding—that he finish what he’d started.

“Such a greedy girl,” he murmured, resuming his stroking, but missing the one place she wanted him far too consistently for it to be accidental. “Be patient and I will give you more of what you want.”

She gritted her teeth to keep from snarling get on with it.

Judging by his knowing smirk, she was less than successful at hiding her frustration. “I want to feel inside you.” He lightly probed the place where his tongue had just been and lifted a querying eyebrow.

Lori nodded.

His gaze lowered to his finger as he breeched her. “God you look beautiful.” His eyes flickered between her face and her sex as he worked her. “You’re so tight and wet,” he said, his voice harsh with need, his eyes black pools of lust as he pumped her deeply again and again and again.

She groaned when he slid a second finger alongside the first, the ache of being stretched both pleasurable and mildly uncomfortable.

“Look how good you take me,” he said in a hushed, almost reverential tone.

And then he lowered his mouth and worked her with fingers, lips, and tongue.

This time—with part of him inside her—the contractions felt twice as intense as any that that had gone before, and the climax went on and on and on.

Lori had no idea how much time had passed when she finally opened her eyes to find that Severn had lowered her legs from the armrests and now sat between them lightly massaging her thighs.

Lori blinked at him. “Did I fall asleep?”

“For a little while.” He smiled. “Now that you’ve rested, perhaps you are ready for—”

She set a limp hand on his shoulder when he began to lower his head again. “Please. I just… can’t—”

He chuckled. “As you wish.” He got to his feet and then slid his arms beneath her.

“I can walk,” she protested feebly.

“I know.” He carried her across the room, pausing long enough to open and then shut the door behind him.

Wake up! the voice of reason shouted. You came here to question him, not to… well, not to do whatever it was that he just did to you.

Lori knew the voice was right, but she was so bone weary that she didn’t protest when she felt the unspeakable softness of velvet bedding beneath her bare bottom.

“Rest for a bit,” Severn said, his deft fingers once again moving over her person, this time unbuttoning her boots, which she’d forgotten she was still wearing.

“I need to go,” she said, but made no effort to move.

He untied her garters and rolled down each stocking.

“I can’t stay,” she said, a yawn distorting her words. Cool, butter-soft sheets that smelled faintly of Lord Severn’s elusive cologne were tucked in around her naked torso. She’d never slept nude before. It felt exquisite.

“Just rest, Lorelei.”

“I have to be…somewhere,” she murmured.

“Sleep,” a low voice said.

And that was the last thing Lori heard.

Chapter 18