As the wife of the elderly Earl of March, Olivia Covington has never known the intimacies of the bedroom. Though her curiosity is piqued by the shocking whispers of society ladies, she is too wary of causing scandal to indulge in an affair. But Tristan Knightley, Earl of Newcastle, tempts her to throw off propriety.
Tristan wants Olivia for his own, and has sworn off all others until he can rid himself of the obsession. He is sure once he has a taste, he will tire of her, and can return to his rakish existence. Unable to wait to have her in his bed, he invites her for a tryst at Lady Seductress's Ball...
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December 19, 2011
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Excerpt from Lady Seductress's Ball by Eliza Knight
Strong, warm fingers unlaced Olivia's bodice at a slow erotic pace. She sucked on her lower lip as her lover seared a path down her neck to her shoulder with his lips. His hard muscular body pressed seductively against her back.
"Mmm," she moaned as he got the last lace undone and flung the contraption to the floor.
Her lover pulled away from her and turned her to face him. His eyes were a cloudy gray and filled with lustful hunger. Olivia curled her lips into what she hoped was a tantalizing smile. His hands ran up and down the length of her arms and then slid across her abdomen before dropping next to him. She didn't want him to stop touching her. She wanted his hands all over her, stroking and bringing her to what she knew would be the most earth-shattering orgasm she'd ever had.
Lord, he was a striking man. She raked her gaze up and down the length of him, taking in the wide expanse of his shoulders on down to the tips of his boots. The muscles in his arms and chest strained against his white linen shirt, which had come partially undone with the frenzy of their kissing and her eager fingers. From what she could see in the V opening at the top of his shirt, his chest was tan with a light sprinkling of dark hair. She licked her lips wanting to reach out and touch the spot. Press her lips there.
Why just want to? Why not do it?
With a fingertip she traced a line from the dip at his throat down to where his shirt was still buttoned, then tugged, letting the rest of the buttons pop open. He sucked in a ragged breath as her fingertips traced each and every indentation and curve of muscle. She started to slip the shirt from his breeches, her palm brushing against his engorged cock which was begging to be let free.
She flicked her eyes up to his and shuddered. His heavily lidded gaze and sharp intake of breath made her body quiver. Lord, she wanted him on top of her, inside her...
"Take your chemise off, Olivia," Tristan demanded, his voice a husky growl that sent a shiver of anticipation racing up her spine.
Stepping away from him, she kept her gaze on his as she slowly raised her chemise up to midthigh and then stopped. His eyes darkened.
"Keep going, you little tease," he said gruffly. The glint of amusement in his eyes was overpowered by pure male arousal.
Olivia lifted the thin-as-air fabric a little higher letting him peek at the dewy curls covering her sex. His jaw ticked, and he blinked slowly. He leaned against the door to her bedchamber, crossing his arms over his chest. His expression and ragged breaths told her how much he was enjoying her little show.
Loving the power she held over him, she continued with agonizing slowness. Up over her hips, her waist and now her breasts. Before she could continue he pushed off the door and stalked toward her like a lion seeking his prey. And she wanted to be ravaged by him. Taken. No prissy rutting for her today. She wanted the vigorous uninhibited passion she knew Tristan could give her. He grabbed the filmy chemise and ripped it from her body.
Olivia gasped but not from shock. She shuddered, her nipples taut and aching. Her slit dripping with need. She wanted him to plunder her into oblivion.
His mouth came crashing down on hers as he hauled her naked body into his. His hands gripped her hips and lifted her into the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her breath caught in her throat at the feel of his rock-hard erection against the most sensitive part of her. Yes, this was what she wanted.