Total pages in book: 207
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Him pushing her legs wide apart as he sank to his knees.
And then he was eating her—-
There.
She choked, her throat drying, and she quickly grabbed the glass of water, gulping it down—-
Under the table, she felt his fingers crawl up.
She choked on her water. Milord!
But the fingers continued to move.
She slammed the glass down on the table before she could accidentally drop it, and the patrons near their table turned to her in surprise.
Curse it! Curse him!
She managed a weak smile. “I apologize.” But she couldn’t say anymore, his fingers finding the edge of her crotchless drawers.
Their eyes locked with each other, his silver eyes feral in its hunger while hers was pleading and confused.
Milord...please...
His jaw clenched.
I’m sorry, ma lisse.
But I have to.
You can’t be serious. Her tone was incredulous and hysterical, and she found herself gripping the edge of the round table. She needed something to hold on to, in case...things happened.
His fingers moved inside and grazed her inner thigh.
Her breath hitched. We’re in a cake shop, milord!
It’s okay. His voice was harsh, but when she looked at him, he looked entirely relaxed. And then he called for a waiter—-
Are you crazy? Her manners completely failed Soleil now, she was so aghast at what he had just done. She was frozen in her seat as the waiter came to them, and all she could think about was the marquis’ fingers stroking her inner thigh, just inches away from the suddenly aching flesh between her legs.
The marquis ordered a cup of coffee for him and asked for today’s papers.
“Right away, sir,” the waiter said eagerly.
But he didn’t leave.
Dear Lord, why wasn’t he leaving?
“Yes?” The marquis raised a brow.
“May I just say, sir, you have been my idol since I was a schoolboy,” the waiter declared fervently. “I am terribly honored, terribly, milord, to serve you.” He bowed. “Terribly.”
Stop him from bowing, she cried out. He might see what you’re doing under the table!
The marquis’ lips suddenly compressed, as if repressing a smile.
I’m serious!
Ilie cleared his throat. “I am humbled by your, err, devotion. Thank you—-”
“Henry, milord.”
“But your real name is?” Most employers required their employees to call themselves Henry, for expediency’s sake.
“Godfrey, milord.”
Ilie almost winced, and despite everything, Soleil had to fight back a smile, too. Godfrey. It had to be that name, which meant ‘peace of God.’ Someone named after God, devoted to a half-demon.
The irony, Soleil thought, and this time she failed at keeping the smile off her face.
Stop smiling, Ilie commanded her in his mind while out loud, he told the waiter, “Well, thank you...” He forced himself to say the boy’s name. “Godfrey.”
When the waiter left, Soleil started giggling, and though he knew she was laughing at him, he could not feel angry at all. To see her this happy, and over such a simple thing, was a revelation, and it made her a hundred times more beautiful.
Beautiful, he thought again, and hot.
Her laughter was a seductive melody that caressed his senses, and his hunger for her became fiercer and more demanding. There was no way she would be leaving this place, Ilie thought, without tasting pleasure in his hands.
“Milady,” he said softly. When she looked up, he told her, “Please start reading your book again.”
She looked at him suspiciously. “Why?”
Because you’ll need an excuse to hide your face when I do this—-
His fingers touched the slit between her folds, which were slightly wet and swollen.
Oh my God! She scrambled to get the book and opened it—-
He almost laughed but managed not to, murmuring, “Milady?” But he couldn’t resist stroking her as he spoke.
Soleil could not think at all. “Mm?” Those fingers of his were...were...indescribable in they way they made her feel. He was lining her folds, and she could feel herself getting wetter, practically drowning his fingers with her moisture.
“You’re reading your book upside down.”
Oh my God!
Cheeks burning in embarrassment, Soleil quickly turned it around, but at the same time she felt the marquis’ fingers move up, hovering over that tiny nub of flesh where she knew her feminine pleasure was centered.
Her eyes flew to him. You wouldn’t—-
His thumb slowly rubbed her clit.
Oh, but he did.
She stared down unseeingly at the pages before her, all the while dying. She was dying of pleasure, of lack of oxygen, of desire. Oh, that wicked thumb of his was so good, rubbing her a bit faster and rougher now.
Her inhibitions were completely gone, and she couldn’t even remember why she had protested against this. It was oh so good, she just wanted more—-
Anything you want, ma lisse. His dark drawl sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.
But then she realized what he was saying and why—-
Curse it, she had forgotten to guard her thoughts again!
His thumb still on her clit, his other fingers moved back to her slit.