Free The Blue Diamond (The Razor's Edge Book 1) by P.S. Bartlett

you
alive for my own pleasure,” Ivory whispered, as Carbonale’s hands reached
roughly beneath the heavy fabric of her skirt and gripped the smooth flesh of
her upper thighs.   He smiled up at her in
surprise.
    “Do you always go without
underthings?”
    “I don’t see their point.
Besides, you’re looking for my manhood, correct?” she gasped and was silenced
by his probing tongue and the sudden thrust of an exploring finger. “Well,
you’ve certainly proved my point,” she panted when his lips slid to her throat.
    “What will it take to
silence you for a while?” he asked, looking up at her from between her breasts
while still probing her beneath her gown. His one raised eyebrow and rolling
eyes signified he had no more use for words.
    “I’d say you’re almost
halfway…there. Don’t give up so easily, Captain.” She writhed and sighed.
    “I can assure you I have not
come this far to surrender. I’d kiss you into silence, but alas my dear girl,
my mouth has much more land to cover, and I’ve wasted far too much time keeping
you quiet when I could be making you scream,” he growled. “However, please
remember while I’m busy moving forward on my quest, that what I am about to
do…is your fault,” he whispered, tossing her skirt up and over her face before
taking hold of her thigh and biting it, as if it were a smooth, ripe peach—but
only for a taste, not to chew and swallow.
    Ivory let out a gasp again,
pushing the skirt below her eyes and raising her head just enough to see the
top of his head. She bit her lip and watched, as he worked his way up the
inside of her leg, nip by nip, tasting her. Her stare was barely broken by
blinks, so as not to miss a second of his exploration of her flesh, which
quivered at the thought of his next move. She struggled to remind herself where
she was and why, but the strength of her attraction to Maddox overpowered her.
Regardless of her circumstances, her desire for this man was unconquerable.
    The skirt was like a vice
around her middle and she squirmed to reach back and untie herself from the
binding brocade.   Finally, out of
complete frustration, Maddox flipped her over, scrambled to his dresser drawer
for a hidden dagger, and slit the material repeatedly, until it tore away in
shreds.
    “It’s a good thing you have
dozens of…” Ivory twisted back to speak, but his hand covered her mouth, and he
pulled his index finger to his lips with the other.
    As she turned and sat up
naked on the side of the bed, his huge hand still covered her mouth. She
reached out for him, sliding her hands over his stomach as he sighed and stared
down at her. Upon her touch, his hands pulled away and fell limp at his sides.
He watched, motionless, as she gripped his hips and pulled him closer to where
she sat on the edge of the bed, and glided her fingers around his waist. His
pants, now but a firm tug from the floor, held back the arousal which grew from
his first taste of her lips on the dining room floor. Now, so close to feeling
her warm softness around him, he found his body pressed snuggly between her
thighs.
    A lightheaded feeling swept
over him when he looked down into her eyes. His head fell back, and he glared
at the golden circles of candlelight on the ceiling, searching for reality and
trying to break the spell. Her hands explored beneath the material of his pants
and found the two thick, round mounds of flesh below his spine, which filled
each of her hands. She held on as they tensed and tightened at her touch, and
she pulled him to her, covering his stomach with light, warm kisses.
    Carbonale ground himself
against her as she continued kneading and clawing at his buttocks, pulling him
closer to her with each flex of her fingers. His hands, which moments before
lay lifeless at his sides, were now wrapped tightly in what was left of her
perfectly coiffed curls, and he jerked back her head to bend down and again
press hard and deliberatly deep kisses into her