Free Shadowed by Sin by Layna Pimentel Page B

demonstrate his superior skills of lovemaking then. Now was the time to give her a sampling much like French chocolate drizzled over a sweet summer strawberry, served with the finest champagne to be had. His beloved deserved nothing but the best and he was going to give it to her.
    He pressed his lips to her sex, suckling, and then moved downward and began lapping at her juices. Benedict smiled at the sensation of his fiancée cradling his head as he licked to his heart’s content. Her moans of pleasure echoed around him, his own need bursting at the seams.
    Benedict continued building up the pressure by dipping a finger into her dampness with a rhythm to match his licking. He picked up the speed without considering she’d release so soon. Her hands fell to his shoulders and her moans soon turned to whimpers. Benedict braced himself for her undoing. As she released, he suckled harder and fingered her wetness with greater expediency until her body went limp and her legs collapsed at his sides. He moved up her body, hovering, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips and whispered, “And that, my dear, is what you have to look forward to.”
    Benedict rose to his knees to take care of his own need, which evidently would not take much time. He palmed his sac and then took his shaft, pumping it hard and fast. His fiancée lay there, watching him with a smile so large that one would think she wasn’t an innocent.
    Pressure rose in his belly and his sac tightened. His release imminent, he lowered himself to be closer to Estelle. Benedict lay down next to her and faced her to watch her expression change when his release came in a fury.
    Hot, thick spurts coated her and her eyes widened with shock and embarrassment. Benedict couldn’t help but smile. He placed his hand on the soft roundness of her middle, coating his finger with his seed. Benedict then placed his finger at the edge of her lips and purred, “Open up those delightful and sinful lips, my sweet. I want you to taste me.”
    She gasped, but complied with his request. Estelle swallowed hard and moved her lips, yet spoke no words.
    “I see I’ve thoroughly shocked you. Take care, darling; next time, when we are married that is, I will show you how to take my shaft into your mouth, and give me pleasure the same way I did to you earlier tonight.”
    Her eyes widened again and she propped herself up. “Is that sort of thing what people really do? I was always under the impression that there was only two ways a man wanted a woman.”
    Benedict chuckled heartily and shook his head. “No, my dear. There are many ways to give pleasure. Tonight was only a tease of what our time together will be like.” He turned to locate the washbasin and returned his attention to Estelle. “I will recover some linen and get you cleaned up. You need your rest and I need to find a clever way of returning you to your room before anyone notice you’re not in there.”
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    Edwin groaned at the sight he happened upon. She should have been his, but no; fate had decided that Estelle should be with that man. The vision of the two of them in their scandalous tryst did appeal to him, and he could not help but run his hand against the rising bulge in his trousers. But soon the thought of the lesions, and possibly having contracted the French disease, made him gag.
    Over the years, he wandered through these passages and spied upon their guests and inhabitants. He caught everyone, including the earl and his countess conducting affairs with other guests. Ruinous ones at that; men with men, women cavorting with more than one man, couples betraying their solemn vows, and every one of them were of aristocratic blood. Yet, not one single event aroused him much like this one. Unlike his cousin’s impression that he did not know how to use his own member, he could not have been more wrong.
    The only difference between them was that his past liaisons were with willing servants and tavern wenches under