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No matter. Sebastian was more than happy to provide her with more. To show her the pathway through their desires until he could fully claim her as his.

And now he knew.

Jealousy swept through him at the thought of another man touching her, but he could hardly hold such things against her. It was not as though he’d never touched another woman before, even if his reputation was not as rakish as Christian or Gregory’s. The best course of action was to obliterate the memory of this other man from her mind.

Lowering his mouth to hers, he kissed her again as he stripped her out of her dress, carefully hanging it with his jacket and waistcoat on the back of the daybed. They were still going to have to walk through the house after this, although hopefully, the other guests would remain away a good deal longer. Sebastian did not intend to rush.

If he had to, he’d sneak her to her room the back way.

It was a good thing he’d spent so much time in this house with Gregory, avoiding Gregory’s father. It meant he knew all the secret ins and outs.

Mei whimpered and moaned beneath him as he touched her. Caressed her. Tasted her.

His mouth watered as he got her down to her split drawers and parted them to reveal her pussy to him. Neither of them was entirely naked. Neither was entirely clothed.

It was the best they could do under the circumstances and a delightful preview of what was in store in the future.

With every additional glimpse of her body, he felt his cock ache. Eager. Needy.

Pushing his own desires back, he settled between her thighs, ready to taste her again, and in far more comfortable surrounds than a stone bench in a garden. Firstly, they were both cushioned. Which was good. Because, secondly, he planned to take his time.

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Mei

Whatever possible objections Mei might have had were flung right out the window by the time the duke pressed her thighs open with his shoulders and lowered his head between them. Consequences? Who cared about consequences when his tongue was doing such wicked things to her most sensitive spots?

“Sebastian!” He’d sucked on something exquisitely sensitive, making her writhe as her fingers threaded through his hair.

Doing such wicked things with the light of day still streaming through the windows, keeping the room bright, made it impossible to hide. Impossible to deny what was happening. When she looked down the length of her body, she could see his head moving, see his strong fingers wrapped around her thighs, his bare shoulders pressed against the backs of her legs.

Even closing her eyes did not dim the effect because she still knew.

Just as she knew that when he opened his eyes and looked up at her, he would be able to see her breasts heaving against their stays, her parted lips as she panted for breath, the way she strained and arched against him. Each whimper of pleasure seemed to spur him onward.

His hands let go of her thighs, sliding up her body, over her stays to her breasts. Flat on her back, it was easy for him to pull the fabric and boning down far enough to expose the twin mounds, and Mei cried out again as his hands closed around them. Her taut nipples were caught between his fingers, the buds throbbing as he pinched and rolled them, tugging on them, sending quivers of pleasure from her breasts to the growing tumult in her core.

“Oh, please… oh, please… Sebastian, please,” she begged as her passion rose higher and higher with every swipe of his tongue across her sensitive flesh. She could feel her inner muscles tightening, her body arching, pressing herself more firmly against his mouth.

He shifted, pushing her thighs back against her body and spreading them wider, giving him greater access to her. Despite knowing that they did not have the same stricture to be quiet as they had in the garden the night before, Mei threw her arm across her face, covering her mouth and muffling the sound of her passionate cries. Suckling, his tongue laving over her, he sent her on wave after wave of pleasure until she was utterly wrung out.

Her moans had softened, her limbs limp, and she felt utterly boneless.

Then his lips began to move, kissing the parts of her he could touch between the top of her drawers and the bottom of her stays. Shifting again, his lips moved over her breasts, brushing against her nipples, which made her whimper as shudders of pleasure rippled through her again. It was almost too much stimulation.

It wasn’t until he was finally atop her, his lips moving along her chin, that she realized he had undone the front of his breeches at some point. The thick, blunt head of his cock moved against the slick folds of her pussy, making her gasp and clench. Her mind spun.

This was so wrong.

But she wanted it, anyway.

It was not as if anyone would ever know.

As soon as they returned to London, she would foist him onto her grandmother and avoid him thereafter; she could not possibly match him. Not after these intimacies. Not after knowing how his hands and mouth felt… and how his cock felt inside her.

Thick. Hard. She cried out against his lips as he thrust inward, the shocking sensation of him filling her both painful and pleasurable at the same time. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Exquisitely intimate, not entirely comfortable, yet the sensations sent her body humming all over again.

But he’d frozen. Looking down at her. His brow furrowed, gaze moving over her face, taking in her reaction.