exactly what you need, Jane!’ he growled triumphantly, before his head swooped and his mouth claimed one aching nipple, drawing it deeply into his mouth as he suckled, tongue stroking, teeth biting. The caress of his hand was no longer in the least gentle as he thrust rhythmically inside her and felt the first of her pleasurable convulsions.
‘Hawk…’ Jane gasped mindlessly as pleasure both burned and filled her. ‘Hawk…!’ She fell back, her hands clenching on the chaise, as wave after wave of pleasure claimed her, beginning as a fire that raged between her thighs and spreading like an ever-increasing flame to her every extremity—licking, throbbing, consuming all in its path.
‘Yes, Jane. Yes!’ he groaned fiercely, before transferring his attentions to her other breast, drawing it deep into the hot cavern of his mouth as he continued to stroke her swollen flesh until Jane had experienced every last moment of wondrous pleasure.
Incredible. Amazing. Miraculous pleasure.
Jane fell back weakly against the cushions, never having known that such pleasure existed. Never having known that this was what happened between a man and a woman. Never guessing at the shared intimacy that resulted in such ecstasy.
Was it always this way between a man and a woman? Had it been this way between her mother and her lover? If so, Jane could perhaps at last understand how Janette had succumbed to his seduction. As Jane had just succumbed to Hawk’s…!
Did that make her the things Lady Sulby had accused her of being? Was she indeed a harlot and a whore?
‘What is it, Jane?’ Hawk demanded as he saw the shadows racing across her face—a face that seconds ago had been lit from within as she reached the climax of her pleasure. But now it was shadowed with—with what? With embarrassment at her own lack of control? Or with regret for what had transpired…?
Neither of which was acceptable to Hawk.
His hands moved to cradle each of her cheeks as he tilted her face towards him. ‘Look at me, Jane,’he ordered firmly, when she kept her lids determinedly closed. ‘Jane!’ he rasped impatiently as she did not immediately comply.
Jane bit down painfully on the trembling of her bottom lip as she resolutely kept her lids closed. ‘I think it would be best if you left me now, Your Grace—’
‘How dare you attempt to put a distance between us by addressing me in that cold, distant way?’ he cut in fiercely. ‘Jane, you will look at me now!’ His hands moved to her shoulders, digging into the softness of her flesh as he shook her.
How could she possibly look at him ever again? How could she bear to look into his face—the hard, arrogant face that she loved—and see the disappointment, the disgust that must be written there as he recalled her wanton writhings as she pleaded with him to pleasure her?
‘Look at me, Jane!’ Hawk demanded again harshly, as he sensed that inwardly she was withdrawing even further away from him.
Minutes ago he would have sworn that Jane had wanted his attentions, his caresses, but now he doubted that certainty. Jane could not even bear look at him—as if the very sight of him repulsed her.
Had Jane merely acquiesced to his kisses, the intimacy of his caresses, because she had not been strong enough to deny him? Or, worse, because she felt beholden to him for aiding her escape when she could no longer tolerate Lady Sulby’s cruelty?
The thought that that might be the case filled Hawk himself with revulsion.
He released her abruptly to sit up on the chaise, his face turned away as he stared sightlessly into the flames of the fire which minutes ago had bathed Jane’s nakedness so seductively.
Had he forced his attentions on Jane? Had Jane surrendered to the Duke of Stourbridge because she’d felt she had to, rather than to Hawk the man because she desired him as fiercely as he desired her?
Oh, yes, Jane challenged, thwarted and disobeyed him when it suited her, but had she felt unable to do so just now? The very force of his desire having alarmed her into submission?
He was sure that had to be the case when he recalled how distantly she had addressed him as ‘Your Grace’, immediately after his caressing hands had brought her to a climax it must now shock and revolt her to recall.
His expression was grim as he stood up abruptly to pull on his rumpled shirt, his back towards Jane as he refastened the buttons with fingers that were not quite steady. ‘I believe it best if I leave you, after all, Jane,’ he rasped harshly.
Jane had taken advantage of Hawk’s distraction to pull her chemise back into some sort of order, wincing slightly as the material brushed against breasts that were still achingly sensitised from his ministrations, between her thighs was even more so.
She stared up at the rigid implacability of Hawk’s back, at the silkiness of his dark, gold-shot hair brushing the collar of his shirt in unaccustomed disarray—a fact he seemed aware of too, as he pushed impatient fingers through the mahogany darkness before pulling on his waistcoat and jacket and turning to face her.
Jane almost recoiled from the fierceness of his expression. His mouth was a thin, uncompromising line above his clenched jaw, and those golden eyes glittered coldly as he looked down his long, arrogant nose at her. Every trace of the indulgently attentive lover had now disappeared from his harshly etched features.
But she refused to allow herself to show weakness. Her nature was such that she refused to be cowed by anyone—least of all the arrogant Duke of Stourbridge. ‘By all means return to your sister’s guests, Your Grace,’ she told him lightly as she swung her legs to the floor and sat up on the chaise. ‘But I trust you will understand if I do not join you?’ She quirked mocking brows.
She knew she should pick up her gown—her beautiful gown of cream silk which had been thrown aside so uncaringly only minutes ago!—and cover her semi-nakedness, but the stubbornly proud part of her nature refused to let her do so. Minutes ago Hawk had seen her in all her naked glory, making it far too late for her to act like an innocent miss now.
Even if that was what she was.
Or had been…
Jane was sure she would never be completely innocent ever again now that Hawk had introduced her to such a world of physical intimacy and pleasure.
She forced herself to meet his imperiously haughty gaze. ‘Would you please tell Arabella that I have retired to my room with a headache?’ Her voice was husky, the headache she had just mentioned actually becoming a reality as Hawk’s face darkened ominously at her words. ‘I think it better if we do not return to the house together after such a long absence,’ she added.
Hawk knew that the gossips present tonight would be sure to make much of the fact that although Jane had left the ballroom earlier in the company of the Earl of Whitney it was on the arm of the Duke of Stourbridge that she returned some time later. And he had already caused Jane enough distress for one evening without adding the ruination of her reputation in Society to his list of crimes. As it was, his return and Jane’s absence were sure to be noted.
He nodded abruptly. ‘I will make your excuses to Arabella. But do not remain out here alone for too long, Jane,’ he continued harshly. ‘I was not the only man attracted by your beauty this evening,’ he added, with a disapproval he had no control over.
Her eyes widened briefly before her gaze became
