Gentlemen Of The Court

Chapter Twenty

Long, sure fingers caressed her now tender breasts, playing on the sensitivity he had awakened, and a low moan of growing frustration escaped her.

Dragging him down to her, she found his mouth again for herself, a long sigh of pleasure torn from her as the black curls of hair on his chest rubbed an abrasive course against her erect nipples.

A blunt forefinger traced the circular width around one red, beaded nipple and she trembled, even in the kiss. She jerked as he slid his hand over the flat, silky skin of her belly. It was as if a hot wire were tightening inside of her. She couldn't stay still. He made love to her mouth slowly, erotically, every thrust of his tongue making her quiver with unbearable need. She gripped his shoulders, felt the heavy thud of his heartbeat against her, and craved more, shuddering with wave after wave of raw excitement as he lazily kept on trailing his one finger, against her overly sensitized nipple, over and over again.

He finally lifted his head and looked down at her hectically flushed face and nibbled teasingly at the reddened curve of her lower lip. She was pitched on an agonizing high of arousal as his never-ending fingertips flirted with the smooth skin of one inner clothed thigh, maddeningly refusing to touch her where she unknowingly ached to be touched.

"Please..." she panted, lost to everything but the screaming demands of her own body.

"Are you begging me?" Sebastian whispered in a black velvet undertone, his breath fanning her cheek, burnished dark eyes scanning her glazed jade ones

"Sebastian..." she trembled against him, every single sensation her taut body had just experienced, utterly new to her. All she knew was that she wanted to experience it again, and her body instinctively knew that only this man could bring her to that fevered pitch, lost in utter, wanton desire. Her temper, her fight, her arrogance against this man, were all temporarily forgotten. What she wanted, all she wanted right now, was those magical hands on her body once more. Just one more time, she needed to feel it again.

She hadn't thought it was true. Or Peharps she knew it was true, but she just hadn't thought it would affect her, seeing that she was just mere half gypsy. But gypsies had an overactive sex drive. More active than that of humans. It was simply nature's way of helping them elongate their species, because the more they engaged in sexual behavior, the more gypsies were born into the world.

Peharps, what ever mad desire, that came with all the wantoness of being a gypsy, didn't truly pass her by, as it ought to have. And Delilah was at a loss, as to how to feel about that. Did that mean that any single male who touched her was going to make her body burn into flames of wanton desire? Or was it just Sebastian?

But then she remembered her sister's husband, who'd tried to rape her, and instantly shuddered. No, she definitely didn't respond positively to any straying hand that touched her body. There had to be something special about Sebastian.

"Tell me. Tell me again" his dark head lowered in a sign of promise, as his carnal mouth found an incredibly sensitive spot below one small ear, sending shivers of hot, burning need running through her.

"Don't stop!" she didn't... Couldn't recognize the desperate edge in her own voice.

And suddenly she was free. Sebastian lounged back against the pillows, and watched her with hooded, calculating, dark-as-night eyes.

Wildly disoriented, she stared back, not understanding, not comprehending anything but the painful ache of her own hotly aroused body.

"Never dare you tell me again that you don't want me, Delilah. Not with the aid of your mouth, certainly not with the aid of your body either." Sebastian murmured softly, sibiliantly, studying her with chilling detachment. "Because I can make you want me, anytime. Every single time. You're a very sensual woman Delilah. You were made and intended for passion, and I alone can give that to you"

As some sort of punishment, or perhaps to prove the statement he'd just made, he drove down once more, his mouth connecting with hers, his tongue driving deep into her mouth in a hot, erotic invasion that sent her every sense into instant, shuddering meltdown.

With a husky groan, he repeated the assault in a blatant imitation of a far more intimate possession possession and a tight, coiled spring of need fired her every skin cell. She couldn't get enough of him. To her body, he seemed like a feast after a famine, the heat of the tropics after a long, endless winter and she was helplessly greedy for every inch she could get of him.

She hated him. He repelled her. Every earthy, oversexed inch of him absolutely repelled her and there was a certain deadly attraction to that amount of revulsion, she told herself. He moved with the grace of a prowling tiger. He had the most beautiful face of a dark fallen angel and the stunning magnetism of a very physical male.

As his lips slowly released hers, his face set into an unreadable plane as he simply stared at her, she made efforts to study him as well.

She studied the dark planes of his impassive features, the clear dark eyes set beneath winged black brows and the savagely high cheekbones which lent such fierce strength to his face.

Her gaze glossed over the stubborn jut of a decidedly arrogant nose and the wide perfection of his narrow mouth before hurriedly falling away.

He finally released her, and got off the bed, his back turned to her

She quickly sat up, grappling the sheets around her naked breasts, not that it much mattered. He was offering her his back

"I forgive you for all the atrocities you have committed in my court today, Delilah. But beware, I will not do so again. The last time you try something of this magnitude, and I happen to be involved, you will be punished to the full extent of the law, in any way I see fit. Now I'm going to walk out of here, and when I come back to this room, my room, in the next ten minutes, I want to find you absolutely gone, with zero traces left behind. To become only nothing but an annoying memory. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal" she managed to blurt out, managing to hold the sheets even tighter. She'd never been embarrassed nor discarded in such an offhand manner, in her entire life! She, who had prided on respect, pride, and dignity, had just behaved like a wanton hussy on the bed of an unknown man. My God, she deserved every backhand treatment he was giving her right now!

Instead of a slap, she'd responded to his sexual overtures with more than equal ones of her own. He probably thought she was a paid prostitute, rather than a respectable lady! No matter. She'd faced worse. She would swallow her pride, and leave, and they would never see each other again. Years from now, he would simply be no more than a stray memory, reminding her of why it was good to act just as a respectable as you pride yourself to be.

As soon as he walked out of the room, she quickly donned on her gown, and all but stormed out as well, relying on the dark creases and shadows in the hallways to guide, and hide her escape. Soon enough, she was out of the Gentleman's court, and well on her way back home, seething

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A/N: A new chapter. I hope you liked it. Comment on your favorite scenes, and characters so far. Any future predictions of what will happen next?

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