Lady Adalyn (The Saga Of Wolfbridge Manor Book 1), Sahara Kelly [the best e book reader .TXT] 📗

“Jeremy?” She tilted her head to one side in puzzlement.

“Hush.” He looked at her, his gaze running over her bare flesh appreciatively. “I want to look at you.”

She fidgeted. “This is embarrassing. I’m naked…”

“I noticed.” He reached out and touched one nipple with the tip of his finger. “See how hard they are?” He flicked the tender nub, and she flinched. “And how sensitive?”

“Er, yes. They are very sensitive.”

“Good.” His gaze wandered down over her belly and he ringed her navel with that same finger.

She bit back a giggle.

“And you’re ticklish. I must remember that.” He glanced up at her, his blue eyes filled with mischief.

She had no doubt that he would indeed remember.

Then, with a sudden move, he stood and picked her up, reversing their positions and tossing her onto the bed. But when she would have sat up, he pulled her down onto her back so that her legs hung over the edge. Without so much as a by-your-leave, he forced her thighs wide apart.

Instinctively she tried to close them, but he would have none of it.

“No. Stay there. Just as you are.” He stared at her, a flush rising in his cheeks. “I want to see you, the you that I’m going to take very soon. The you I want to taste. Right now.”

He fell to his knees, which put him at the exact height for what he needed to do.

Which was to bury his face between her legs.

Adalyn gasped aloud, then squawked as she felt his tongue probe her sensitive folds. It was every bit as wonderful as the first time she’d experienced his skill—perhaps even better, since they were now alone and she had a better idea of what to expect.

She let Jeremy feast as he willed, knowing that with every lap, every teasing swipe, she was growing wetter and hotter and on the first steps of a climb that lead to ecstasy.

He murmured against her, a sensation that was half tickle and half erotic caress. He delved into her body, made her clench her hands on the quilt and she forgot herself enough to wrap her thighs around his ears, holding him against her.

He laughed…she felt his lips against her sex and his breath on her wet flesh…and she laughed with him, a sense of joy threading through her lascivious thoughts.

“Yes, Adalyn, oh yes…” One final long sucking lick and he moved away. “Up with you. I can’t wait a moment longer…”

She found herself pushed into the centre of the bed, and Jeremy was on her before she could find a pillow or even discover which way she was pointing.

None of that mattered, since Jeremy was poised above her, touching her intimately, probing and nuzzling his way into the fiery shadows between her thighs.

She raised her parted knees a little, shameless, needing him to find her, fill her and send her soaring.

And in response to her invitation, Jeremy did just that, sinking into her with a groan of pleasure, filling her and stretching her in that familiar but new way. This was different to being with Daniel.

The thought flashed through her mind, although there was nothing to base such an opinion upon. She was as involved with the sensation, as lost in the touches of their bodies…as deeply lost in Jeremy’s loving as she could ever be.

He moved, wasting no time, but rubbing against flesh that had already awoken to the talented touches of his mouth and tongue. Her mind whirled as he thrust, her back arching in welcome, meeting him stroke for stroke. Her breaths burst from her, her neck stretched backwards and she heard whimpering cries that must have come from her throat…

“Adalyn,” he groaned, “let go. Come with me…”

She had no choice but to obey. Within moments she felt the violent shudders grip her spine at the base and the exquisite moment was upon her.

Everything froze for long seconds, and then Jeremy let out a muted roar, pumping into her, his body clashing into her aroused flesh and the savage pulses within stimulating her own release.

She shuddered and shook as the spasms racked her body, milking his, and locking them together in a violent storm of unspeakable pleasure.

Whimpers filled the air, and Adalyn realised she was making the sound, a tiny cry of joyous madness, forced out of her by her voyage through the maelstrom.

Jeremy collapsed on her as she finally pulled the bits of her body back together again.

“Adalyn,” he whispered.

“I know, Jeremy,” she managed to lift a hand to his shoulder. “I know.”

With what little strength she had left, she worked her way to the pillows and settle beneath the covers. Jeremy rose and blew out the last candle, leaving the room in firelight as he too settled himself in bed beside her.

“You are everything anyone could ever want, Adalyn love,” he whispered. “I knew it would be thus.”

She settled herself against him. “You underestimate the power of your touch, Jeremy.”

The only answer was a muffled snore.

Expecting to fall asleep quickly, she was not best pleased to find herself staring at the shadows cast by the fire on the walls. Her mind drifted, but instead of the problems and worries, she thought about her gentlemen, one of whom snored contentedly beside her.

Jeremy had pleasured her, given her the most wonderful physical satisfaction. And she had, shamelessly, enjoyed every minute of it.

Did this mean that each of the gentlemen would be as adept? Would Evan thrill her, take her to the heights with his talented caresses? And would Trick, with his humour and his passion…how would it be with him?

For the first time, Adalyn experienced a little whisper of doubt as to the wisdom of allowing all of them into her bed. She loved them all, without reservation. She loved their kisses and their touches, and experiencing the deepest of intimacies with Daniel and Jeremy…well, both occasions had been above magnificent.

But what of the future?

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