Page 92 of Pride, Prejudice & Wicked Pleasure

She cried out in agony, not in rapture, for he had yanked the clamps off her nipples. If she were given to cursing, the most unladylike oath would have fallen from her lips.

"Spend," he directed her.

Recalling what she describes that recalling herself, she applied herself with increased vigor, wanting the pleasure in her lower body to wash away the smarting in her nipples. Her body, on edge, responded quickly. Ripples of pleasure burst through her, vaulting her into ecstasy. She shuddered and cried before finally settling back into the bed, her breath ragged, the area between her legs pulsing.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

After savoring the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips, Darcy leaned over and kissed her brow. There was no instrument more beautiful nor more pleasurable to play than a woman’s body. Each woman had her unique sensitivities, and he wanted nothing more than the chance to explore all of hers. But he had resisted touching her too much. It took all of him not to claim her, but cognizant of her limited time, he pushed himself away.

She grasped his arm. “Will you…are we finished already?”

He let out a haggard breath. “I may be a seasoned mentor, mademoiselle, but I am yet a man and, as proven before, not without weakness.”

“Thank goodness. I should be appalled to find myself in bed with a saint.”

He could not help but smile despite the gravity of his prior transgression. “I should have shown more restraint than I possessed at the Temple of Bastet. It was unforgivable, especially given the consequences.”

“How chivalrous you are!”

“You are gracious, but I was quite the contrary.”

Instead of being nettled, however, Miss Elizabeth seemed pleased. “You were merely fulfilling the request of a demanding student.”

“And if you recall, you were not in a normal state of mind.”

“I am now.”

He raised his brows. In response, she reached for the buttons of his fall, but he quickly stayed her hand.

“Pray, do not tempt me.”

She frowned. “Why?”

He could sense she meant to challenge him.

“Is your time not limited?” he reminded her. “What if your aunt and uncle return from dinner early?”

“I’ll take the risk.”

It was his turn to frown. The firmness in her tone did not bode well for him.

“I am of sound and unadulterated judgment,” she reassured him. “I wish for more.”

He felt his cock harden further. Still, he hesitated, “Perhaps another time.”

“I have no desire to seek another instructor.”

He looked at her sharply.

“It would seem we ought make the most of this occasion,” she continued, her voice husky with promise.

“You have no regrets, then, of what happened?”

“And if I did? What happened cannot be undone. What purpose would repining serve? But if you were willing to satisfy me then, why should you be less inclined once the main deed has been done? Lest you find me less desirous to-day than you did before?”

He nearly choked his response. “God, no.”

She leaned in toward him, her hand resting on his thigh. “Then take me. As you did. As you will.”