Lilia writhed beneath the man, arching against his wicked mouth as he persisted. The build of her pleasure mounted until the little breathy sounds that she made, came more frequently, then higher pitched. Until, with no regard to the late hour, he pulled her to the edge of oblivion with a masterful stroke of his thumb over her most sensitive bud and allowed her to fall willingly into her c****x. Her cry was caught by his kiss and the sound dampened in the quiet house.
‘Myst!’ did she squeak the word? Lilia tried reminding herself that she was a Lady Knight and a noblewoman and that squeaking was not dignified. It made no difference. She watched as George bent between her legs before she couldn’t bear to watch anymore. Don’t move, he’d commanded and it was the most difficult thing she’d do
