Free The Virgin's Auction by Amelia Hart

in disappointment at the loss. But an instant later his fingers were there, deftly weaving patterns where she was so very, very sensitive.
    She cried out once, then again as her mind filled with a mass of swirling colours and flashing light, thoughts scattered hopelessly. A shaking overtook her, and a yearning as if she was reaching for something. She sobbed into the curve of his shoulder and then bit him heedlessly. He growled at her, a feral purring. Wave after wave of pleasure washed against her until finally she was swept aside by it, quivering and lost.
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    He held her close, soothed her with gentle whispers of reassurance as she shook powerfully against him and then clung limp and unresisting. Tenderly he smoothed the soft, fine little curls back from her forehead, placing delicate kisses there against her hairline.
    Again that astonishing protectiveness surged in him, the desire to wrap her up and keep her safe from all harm, the most delicate, deliciously succulent treasure.
    When her arms fell back against the covers and she lay as if drifting to sleep, he eased himself away and then moved to lay with his head between her thighs, inhaling the feminine aroma of her, a sweet musk with undertones of honey that threatened to take all control from him. He wanted to protect her, yes. But also to possess her utterly, every inch of her perfectly formed, the unwrapping of her one delight after another.
    He lowered his head and enclosed her pink folds in the warmth of his mouth, breathing on them to awaken them. She sighed and moved her head on the pillow. With a blunt index finger that looked shockingly coarse against their petal freshness he stroked them gently, their moisture lush and slick. He purred a little in satisfaction at that puffy flower, engorged and wet for him, slipping his single finger inside her.
    She was very tight.
    She moaned, and he bit back his own moan as her internal muscles gripped him in welcome. His mouth still on her, he stroked and sucked her with tongue and lips. With his index finger he found the small, raised area of internal flesh he was seeking, and began to exert a firm, slow-moving pressure.
    At that her eyes flew open, she moaned again loudly and squeezed his head between her thighs. He did not pause in his ministrations, reaching instead with his free hand to roll one of her nipples between his fingertips. She shook and cried out loudly, clenched fists gathering great handfuls of the bedclothes as she tried to squirm away from that overwhelming pleasure.
    He simply followed her up the bed, mouth hungry and unrelenting.
    Then she collapsed, letting out a wail of mingled triumph and despair as she climaxed.
    He felt the warm gush as more liquid seeped over his fingers.
    He smiled with satisfaction, loving the feelings, the sounds, the unfolding of womanhood. He had never had a virgin before, never thought the idea appealing.
    She was a revelation.
    Hesitant at first, so he thought she might say him nay and end their fun; which would be a shame. The princely sum he had paid would be a loss if it came with no profit of pleasure; though he would regret far more the loss of his prize: this fierce, nervous, courageous beauty.
    Then she surprised and delighted him with her eager enthusiasm, a hundred times more desirable when her quiet acceptance became passionate response, setting him ablaze so he struggled to restrain himself, wanting to devour her all at once in a gulp when she was a banquet to be savoured.
    Had he ever felt greater lust than this? He could not think of a time. He was dazed by it, holding himself in check only by force of habit honed by years of considering the arts of love a sport to be mastered like any other.
    His instinct would have him spread her out on the bed and thrust his body into hers before she had the wit to escape. The urge came over him in waves, so he had to deliberately still himself, draw back, go