" Dropping to his knees before her, he loved her, worshiped her with his mouth, kissing her stomach, her hips, her thighs, and finally reaching her moist, intimate center.
She cried out his name and he knew she was shocked at his behavior, but he didn't care.
He devoured her, holding her tightly against his mouth as he drank her.
Alternating between swirls of his tongue and long, languid licks, he let her moans and sighs be his guide to pleasuring her. Her body shook and he knew she was close. He quickened his movements.
He slid his hands from her bottom around to her waist, and to her rib cage. Reaching her breasts, he plucked at her nipples while he suckled the tiny nubbin of flesh hidden in her folds.
She screamed. And he continued his sweet torture until her knees buckled.
He caught her to him. Holding her close he carried her to his bed, his cock so fiendishly hard he thought he'd go mad if he didn't take her at that moment.
In a stunningly short amount of time, he rid himself of his clothes and joined her on the bed. Her legs spread for him and he sank himself between her thighs.
Her limbs shaking, Charlotte wrapped her legs around his waist and eagerly met her husband's lips for a kiss.
His body was simply magnificent, she thought, running her hands down his muscled back, over the hard muscles of his arms and chest. "

― Olivia Parker , To Wed a Wicked Earl (Devine & Friends, #2)