House of Pleasure, Deborah Court [great books of all time TXT] 📗

touch of his lips, the caress of his tongue. She broke away and took his face into her hands, watching as it changed until she recognized the man she had expected. It was the only one she desired, the only one her body craved. But more importantly was the fact that he owned her heart now, and he would forever.

"Luke," she cried, "it is you!"

He pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, drawing her closer into his arms.

"Yes, Jane," he said, and the deep emotion in his voice made her heart miss a beat.

"It has been me all along. You were so deeply immersed in this constant high the house gave you that you didn't realize how much I fell in love with you. The moment you vanished and went to the Sultan … I suddenly knew that I couldn't let you go, that all that happened here just was meant to bring us together. My success as an actor made me self-centered, and changed me to a man unable to give you all the love you needed anymore.

"Ryan was just an impersonation of myself, everything that you secretly craved and that I couldn't be for you. I'd ignored it for such a long time, and you managed to reawaken this side of myself. As soon as I realized this, Ryan vanished before my eyes, and I knew that he would forever be a part of me. Please, Jane," he said, bringing her hand up to his lips and placing a kiss into her palm. "Be mine. I love you. I'll be all the men you secretly dream of. I'll be whatever you want me to be, as long as you can find it in your heart to love me."

His eyes widened with awe when he saw the single tear running down her cheek, and he gently wiped it away. "Would you consider eloping with me, Lady Jane?" he asked gallantly, piercing her with his stunning eyes as he waited for her answer.

"I'd love to, Luke," she answered, covering his face with kisses. "But haven't you promised me something?"

Luke looked at her questioningly.

"A night with the Sultan," she said, "who happens to be the man who is holding me right now."

Laughing, he carried her to the harem's bedchamber and lay her down on the huge bed. Then he was over her, pressing her down into the silken sheets. He was covering her body with his while he kissed her like a drowning man. Their tongues met in a slow, sensual dance before his mouth moved further down, tasting the smooth skin of her neck with his lips.

He traced the outline of her collarbone with his tongue, then proceeded to cover her breasts with kisses, circling her tight rosebuds with his tongue until she moaned and begged him for more. Oh, how he loved the huskiness in her voice when she told him not to stop, urging him to take her in his mouth, a wish he fulfilled with joy. He sucked at both her nipples, gently first but much harder after a while, and she liked it, for she arched under him like a tight bow, pressing her breast up into his mouth.

But he continued with his erotic journey, his lips and tongue wandering down her body until he reached her soft middle. He let his tongue delve deep into her bellybutton, teasing her with suggestions of things to come. His goddess moaned aloud and tenderly pushed his head further down with her hand, letting him know where she needed him most.

He savored her incredible taste in that warm, secret place hidden between her thighs. She was already hot and wet, her moist folds opening for him like an exotic flower under the sun. He let his tongue flicker over her playfully until he explored the deep valley waiting for him, probing her tight entrance with a gently intruding finger while he licked her little nub of flesh that was swollen and throbbing, waiting for his touch.

His goddess cried out with lust and pressed his head against the center of her womanhood. He realized that she needed him as much as he longed for her, a primal yearning they both were unable to resist.

Groaning, he moved up her body, kissing every spot of delicious skin he could reach with his lips on the way. Then he felt her hot wetness right at his cock, lubricating him with her desire.

Luke took a deep breath and closed his eyes, placing himself right at her hot, slick entrance. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, and he entered her body with a single thrust. She moaned and bucked up against him, drawing him deeper into her womanly core.

"Love me, Luke," she whispered, and he obliged as he began to move within her sweet, welcoming depths. "I need you so much." She threw back her head and let him ravish her neck with his lips while they became one. His thrusts were slow and deep, stroking, caressing her until her whole body tingled with sheer desire. This wasn't just sex. It was making love.

Craving to take control, she made him roll on his back so she could straddle him, taking him deep into her secret place that seemed to be made just for him. She placed his hands upon his chest and began to raise and lower herself on his rigid shaft, locking her gaze with his. Growling with need, he covered her breasts with his hands and began to tease her hard peaks with his long fingers, heightening her desire.

In her eyes, he was incredibly beautiful, this magnificent man spread under her on the bed as he served her with his body, telling her with his eyes that she still was his goddess, and forever would be. When she felt him tighten and grow inside her, she came with a lustful cry, shuddering uncontrollably as waves of unspeakable rapture washed over her.

Luke looked up to the woman who was loving