Victor's Vow [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) by Josie Dennis Read Free Book Online Page B

strong fingers. That climax that had shocked and thrilled her to her toes. “Oh. Y–yes.”
    “I can make you come with my mouth, Violet.”
    She gripped the arms of her chair, her eyes opening wide. “You can?”
    He nodded, then straightened again. “But believe me, the library isn’t the place.”
    She glanced past his handsome face and realized she’d forgotten where they were. Her body was aching, her pulse pounding, just from his words. She’d never be able to hold back her screams should he touch her. Oh, how she wanted him to touch her!
    “Where?” she asked breathlessly. “Cabot, where can you make me…come?”
    He just grinned and took her hand in his.

Chapter 6
     
    Violet followed behind Cabot as he wound his way through the great house. He seemed to know every vacant hallway and unoccupied chamber on the way toward the stairs, for they never encountered any other staff. At the top of the stairs he turned away from the family bedrooms.
    “Where are you taking me?” she asked.
    He glanced back over his shoulder, his full lips agape. “Taking you? God, I wish I could take you.”
    She realized what she’d said and bit her lip. He groaned softly and quickly kissed her.
    “We’re bound for the bachelor’s wing,” he said.
    “The bachelor’s wing?” That was where Victor was ensconced, and no one else at present to her knowledge. Cabot had picked the perfect trysting spot for certain.
    He stopped before a closed door and faced her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You’re certain?”
    Was she certain she was going to tryst with this man? This warm, caring man who made her feel things only Victor had before? But Victor was far and gone from her forever. That was certain. And Cabot stood before her with an expression of concern on his handsome face. His fair brows were furrowed and, even though his cheeks were ruddy with his own desires, she was sure that if she cried off he would honor her wishes. That realization was enough to make her decision.
    Before she could do more than nod, he opened the door and ushered her inside. It was a beautifully decorated room, done in shades of blue. That was all she noticed at the moment, for Cabot took off his jacket and ran his hands over her. He was beautifully built. She could see that through his fine linen shirt. As he drew her close she could feel the muscles in his chest and arms working.
    “You are such a delectable bundle, Violet.” He unbuttoned her dress and stared down at her corset. “My, my.”
    Her breasts were all but spilling over the top of it and she ached for him to put his saucy tongue on her flesh. “Cabot, please.”
    He spun her around and quickly worked the hooks until the corset fell to the floor around her ankles. She covered her breasts with her hands but when he gently tugged them away along with the thin straps of her chemise. She surprised herself by letting him look his fill.
    “As pretty as a flower.” He cupped one breast and dragged his thumb over its aching nipple. “I wager your pussy will be as pretty.”
    Her knees were weak as he drew her closer. Closing his mouth over the nipple, he began to toy with her other breast. His arm was strong around her as he backed her toward the bed. She felt it at her backside and let herself sink down. His mouth never ceased its magic, his tongue teasing and his teeth nibbling. Sparks of pleasure coursed through her, making her ache for more.
    “Taste me everywhere, Cabot,” she sighed.
    He lifted his head and winked at her. “Who has the saucy tongue now?”
    She giggled and leaned back on her elbows. “Me?”
    “You.”
    He lifted the hem of her chemise to her waist and spread her legs wide. The room was warm and her body hotter still, yet she shivered as he removed her drawers. His eyes ran over her bared flesh and she felt herself swell.
    “Oh, you have a very pretty pussy,” he said, his voice thick.
    Then he kissed her there. He made a sound of delight as he