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you thinking of my mouth, Diana?" He approached but didn't yet touch her, preferring to make her simmer in her own juices invoked from his words alone. "I am, my sweet. I'm imagining how you will feel when I fill my mouth and suckle you, wondering what will happen when I bite down on your nipples, how you will taste."
    He touched her. Gently. Stroked her hair, her cheek. Ran his thumb over her softly parted lips. A jolt of blood surged to his bollacks when she opened, drew it into her mouth, and softly sucked.
    "Two can play at that game, my sweet," he uttered huskily. As she drew him deeper into the hot confines of her mouth, his free hand skirted up the inside of her thighs, seeking her other lips. She released him from her mouth, grasping his shoulders and throwing her head back with a whimper, as he stroked into her slickened folds.
    "Your body is changed. We cannot do this the same as before. I want you on all fours. I want to feel my hands anchoring your hips while I explore your lovely arse with my hands, my mouth, my cock. I want to immerse myself in your glorious wet heat, Diana, while I take you from behind." He watched her eyes widen, heard her intake of breath. "Does the thought of this frighten or excite you?"
    "Both." She exhaled the word..
    "Are you already wet, my pet?"
    "You know I am. Stop torturing me like this."
    He smiled at her eagerness in the face of her remaining qualms. He grasped her chin and kissed her again. Slow. Deep. "I swear to bring you only pleasure, Diana. Will you trust me now?" he asked when their mouths parted.
    "Yes," she replied, sliding her hands down his chest, over his abdomen, to the placket of his breeches. Her fingers moved clumsily to release him, but once he sprang free, she stroked him with confidence before lowering herself to her knees. Although he hadn't intended for her to take him with her mouth, he allowed this, gave her free reign to do as she pleased, to have as much control as she desired, before he asked her to succumb to him completely.
    She kissed him with an open mouth and then proceeded to stroke his length with delicate rasps of her tongue. Sweet Jesus, it felt good! She swirled around his crown and then took him slowly by inches into her lush, hot mouth. He buried his fingers in her hair with a moan.
    Shite! It's too bloody good!
    It had been far too long—twelve whole days— the longest he had ever endured in his adult life without emission. He knew he wouldn't last…couldn't last. Perhaps that was the clever vixen's plan? She increased the pressure of her hand around his base and the sweet sultry suction of her mouth. His chest grew heavier, his bollacks drew tighter. He was so fucking close, and she knew it. She glanced up at him with a look of triumph, and he almost let go. It would be rapturous to release at long last, to spend in her mouth, but ultimately it wouldn't answer.
    "Enough, Diana," Ludovic growled in his near-Herculean effort to withdraw from her sublimely skilled mouth.
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    He gripped her hair, forcing her to release him and Diana felt a powerful flare of disappointment. She had intended to push him over the edge. Had needed, if only for a moment, to feel the satisfaction and strength in her femininity that always surfaced when he relinquished his will and gave himself up to her in a shuddering climax.
    Instead, he'd withstood her most determined efforts to conquer his self-control, and kept his release in abeyance. Now, having failed to weaken him with sexual satiation, she faced the bittersweet prospect of being once more at his complete mercy.
    Ludovic hastily shed out of his breeches and knelt behind her on the thick Aubusson carpet. He turned her head once more to seize her mouth in a searing kiss before nuzzling back into her neck, sending ripples down her spine with the rough abrasion of a day's growth of beard against her tender skin. He reached around her body to run his warm, strong hands up and down her thighs before skirting