A LITTLE DECEPTION by Beverley Eikli

Ironically, this excerpt from A Little Deception, written under my Beverley Eikli name, contains a scene that is racier than anything in my previous two erotic Regency posts.

It’s the latest of my three Regencies that I’ve put up on Amazon, having recently got my rights back from my original publisher.

However, since, as I’ve mentioned already twice (if you’ve read my other posts) I’ve been named as UK publishing Company’s Search for an Australian Star winner, it’s only fitting, I think, to tell you a bit about my Regency Historicals. This one is full of scheming and double-dealing with a wicked adversary bent on revenge.

I’m excited about the release next year of my new book with Choc-Lit called The Reluctant Bride and set between the French Revolution and the Battle of Waterloo. More about that, later, though. In the meantime, here is a scene which occurs in the tower room belonging to rakish Lord Rampton who is eagerly waiting to have his way with the lovely innocent Miss Rose Chesterfield whom he believes is the safely married Lady Chesterfield.

‘You are exquisite, Lady Chesterfield,’ he murmured as he kissed the hollow of her throat.

Opening her eyes, she was reassured by the intensity of his smile. No respectable woman would allow herself to be in such a position but she was prepared to take the chance. She was not just another conquest. He not only desired her, he wanted her for his …

Common sense returned.

What a fool she was! He’d forever hate her if he discovered the truth.

Struggling out from beneath him, she made an ineffectual attempt at restoring modesty, pulling her skirts back over her knees. How many women had been brought to ruin by such naivety?

But with a deep chuckle and, as if she had no more strength than a butterfly, he pushed her onto her back once more. ‘You’ve tried my patience long enough, you little minx, though I’ll admit your merry little dance has nearly killed me with the need to have you.’

Mesmerised, unable to move, she watched him remove his boots, then his coat and waistcoat. Her mouth dropped open as he fumbled with his breeches, revealing lean, muscled white flanks dusted with fine dark hair beneath his shirt.

Only when he raised his eyes to hers did self-preservation kick in and she jerked herself into a sitting position.

His laugh drowned her small shriek as he threw her back onto the bed whereupon he had her clothes off in record time and was now lying above her, his body a warm, sensuous cage. One in which she would have been quite happy to flounder in captivity if there were not her future to think about.

Yes, she wanted him, but not like this. The realization flashed through her mind that she had never known quite what the joining of a man and woman entailed as she caught sight of his rampant manhood which terrified and excited her in equal measure. Her body seemed to pulse with the desire to receive him while her mind railed against such sinfulness.

What kind of woman was she? Terror and mortification gripped her. She managed to twist her head away and with a gasp forced out, ‘Please—!’

It was an ill chosen protest, for of course he interpreted is as a plea for more.

‘You are a delightful enigma, Lady Chesterfield,’ he rasped, between hot kisses. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my life.’ He paused a moment to brush a lock of hair back from her face. She could feel her heart hammering. Surely he could feel it too. He would attribute it to desire, not panic, and she had only herself to blame.

She opened her mouth to speak. To tell him the truth, but a contradiction of emotions rendered her mute. Her body was willing him to continue his pleasuring, while her mind railed at her wickedness. She had been a fool. A naïve, innocent little fool, but would she ever experience such pleasure again? She was unlikely to have another chance at love. Why should she not simply succumb to enjoyment … just for once?

It was not worth the risk.

Lord Rampton’s voice, husky with passion, made her pause. ‘I wanted you from the moment I met you, my love.’ He kissed her ear as he cupped her face. ‘No woman has stirred my senses as you have.’

They were words she longed to hear but a lifetime of training dictated that she should make her escape.

Now he was creating even more wicked sensations, and the words she’d been trained to say would not come. Her desire for this man was stronger than anything she had yet experienced.

His mouth was upon hers again and his kisses were working their magic. His clever hands were seeking out her most sensitive parts, gently massaging the tops of her thighs with feather-light strokes which only seemed to stoke her need for more, his explorations moving into the most forbidden territory, making her gasp. She was out of control. Drowning! Drowning in hot, sensuous pleasure!

It was terrifying and it was exhilarating.

It was sinful.

She should galvanize every ounce of restraint in order to extricate herself from his irresistible embrace, but where was her will? She’d never known what love and desire were until now. Arching her body, she heard the ecstasy in her groan as if from someone far away. He moved above her, the wild, irresistible scent of him filling her nostrils, the mastery of his mouth working its magic as he suckled her breasts, kissed her lips. She skimmed his smooth, hard flanks and felt more insistently the pulsing of her womb as his manhood pressed against her belly.

It was madness but she’d do it. Give herself to this man for this one time only; yes, take the chance for it would be the only chance of love she’d ever get and she had a lifetime of loneliness to fill with the sustaining memory of these burning few short moments.

She stilled as she felt him position himself at her entrance. Trembling, she sucked in a shuddering breath as she prepared herself. She was ready to do this. With this one man only for she …

Loved him.

Loved him for making her feel what no other man on earth had ever made her feel. Loved the humour deep beneath his ironic, masterful façade.

He tilted his head and his words came out as a soft rasp. ‘What did you say?’

Surely she’d not spoken of her love aloud? She opened her eyes to see his fleeting confusion but she shook her head, arching against him, not wanting to lose the moment now that she had steeled herself.

His breath was coming fast and shallow. Lust glazed his expression, twisting his lips into a wicked, colluding smile as he ground out, ‘My God, Lady Chesterfield, but you are–’

On the periphery of her consciousness Rose registered the heavy footsteps upon the stair, growing louder as they approached. She tensed, momentarily, then cast concern from her mind as she moved beneath this man she loved and desired, blind to all but her own desire.

A grave error she now realised as she heard the door being wrenched open on creaking hinges, before gasping at the cry of rage that echoed through the room. ‘What in God’s name is this?’

End of Excerpt

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