“I believe so.” She reached out, fingers hovering, the heat of him wafting across the tips. Gently, she trailed a finger over his length. Velvet. Deceptively soft but hard. Masterson had kept the room dark, so she hadn’t seen him completely. There were naked statues, of course. A crude drawing one of her parents’ maids had drawn and Georgina had found. Ben, her cousin and dearest friend growing up, had many names for the male appendage and wasn’t shy about sharing the knowledge with Georgina. Cock was the term Ben had often used. If her mother had ever found out, she would have sent her cousin back onto the streets from whence he’d come.
“Like this?”
He’d asked her the same question earlier. She wanted to know how to pleasure him as he’d done to her.
“Jesus. Yes.” A ragged breath escaped him.
She brushed her fingers down the length, feeling the velvet heat warming her hand, the way his big body trembled at her touch. It was a heady sensation. Powerful.
He reached for her shoulders, flipping her deftly onto her stomach. One arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her. “On your knees, sweetheart.”
Georgina nodded as he took hold of her neck and pushed her forward, forcing her knees apart with his leg. He nibbled down the length of her spine, holding her firmly, his hand wrapped gently around her throat. The fingers of his other hand delved between her legs, gliding over her, teasing at her flesh until she gasped and moaned. Wetness slid between her thighs. She felt faint from the anticipation of pleasure. Wanted it desperately. A needy sound escaped her.
The hand holding her down tightened ever so slowly as he positioned himself at her entrance, thrusting deep inside her with one stroke, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her body struggled to take him, and she gasped at the stretch. He was much larger than Masterson. He pulled out and thrust again, this time deeper than before.
A low moan left her as he hit a sensitive spot. “Oh, God. Leo.”
“Georgie.” He breathed her name. His fingers were on her throat, tangled in her hair, taking her with hard, even strokes. The pleasure was so intense, Georgina wept, screaming out her release into the cushions. She may have bitten one of the tassels off a pillow. Her hips bucked wildly, her inner muscles clutching his cock before he withdrew with a groan, spilling himself over her buttocks and thighs.
Panting, breath ragged, Leo’s mouth pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder. His hand stroked her hair. The side of her cheek. “Don’t move, love.”
Georgina couldn’t have even if she’d had the inclination to. She hadn’t thought physical relations would be so...intense. So incredibly pleasurable, one’s mind went blank. She heard him pad to the other side of the room and wrap his knuckles against the wall. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched a door swing open to reveal a small washroom. Water splashed as he cleaned himself.
She shut her eyes, enjoying the ache of her body.
A moment later, a warm rag was pressed between her thighs, her buttocks. He cleaned her as carefully as if she were a child, pushing aside her hands. When he was finished, he lay down on the settee beside her, pulling Georgina against him.
“So, you were taught to kiss and little else.” He kissed her temple. “You should have told me it had only been Masterson instead of leading me to believe you were more experienced. I could’ve hurt you.”
“You could tell?”
“Yes. An almost-virgin is what you were.”
“Hmm.” Her heart tugged ferociously in Leo’s direction no matter how she tried to pull it back. She didn’t want to grow used to being here, encircled in his warmth. She would long for the sensation later, and Georgina didn’t want to. “I should go.”
“No, you should not.” His arms tightened. “You are mine for the whole night whether I’m fucking you or not.”
“You don’t need to be vulgar to make your point.” A pleasant warmth crossed her chest at his pronouncement.
“I’m not bloody finished.” His cock thickened against her thigh. “Georgie,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before tipping up her mouth to his. She had no idea what he was thinking or if Leo felt anything for her at all. The length of hiscock, she thought, remembering how she’d giggled when her cousin had taught her the word, rubbed sensuously against her still sensitive flesh.
“Why did you create Elysium?” she finally asked. “There were any number of things you could have done successfully besides establish a gaming hell and pleasure palace.”
His fingers paused for a moment. “There aren’t as many opportunities for a bastard as you might imagine.”
Georgina thought that a great exaggeration. He could have done anything. Something less notorious that didn’t require taking the purses of half theton. But no, Leo liked the power it gave him, having those lords curry his favor. Of course he did.
“Besides, I won this mansion in a game of cards. I had to do something with it. The gardens were going to rot. Windows were broken. Urchins were living on the second floor.”
Georgina suspected that wasn’t the entire truth. “Urchins?”
“Grubby little things, urchins. Full of dirt and vermin.”
“Not overly fond of children, are you?” Georgina’s hand slid down his hip, liking the sounds he made.
“I have four younger sisters, as I’m sure you know. Well, three half-sisters and Amanda’s ward.”
“Amanda?”
