velvet on the top of the
chair. She pushed toward him, crying out when his lips latched on to her
clitoris and began to suck.
Ecstasy lurked just out of reach. Her mouth fell open but
she couldn’t draw a breath. Sweet Lord in heaven. This was too much. It was too
good.
Every flick of his tongue, every pull of his lips, every hot
breath against her flesh ratcheted her nearer and nearer to the crest. One of
her hands tangled in his hair. Her head fell back. Bliss rushed over her,
trampling her underfoot, devastating her. Inner muscles squeezed and tightened.
She wanted him inside her. Even in the midst of this raging orgasm she had
to—needed to—feel his body melding with hers.
Long low moans spilled from her lips as she wilted over his
head and shoulders. Her knees slipped from their perch and as she sagged into
his lap, she took his face in her hands, tilted his face up and sought his
mouth.
His arms froze and then suddenly tightened around her. His
lips parted to admit her tongue. She tasted herself, salty and sweet, as she
probed his mouth with a passion she never knew she possessed.
Never relinquishing their kiss, he fumbled to undo his
breeches. He dragged her hips forward and all at once her body was filled to
capacity. A groan escaped her but he refused to let go. One hand encircled her
hips, the other burrowed into the hair at her nape, holding her head captive.
His kiss deepened with dark need that fueled her already out-of-control
arousal. He moved beneath her, pumping into her, his groin creating erotic
friction against her too-sensitive clitoris. Inside his steely flesh stroked
needy tissue, awakening secret places within that filled her with the knowledge
she’d never again be the same.
This one morning had irrevocably changed her.
She’d thought she could copulate with him to produce an heir
and walk merrily away.
She’d never before been so woefully wrong.
As she rode him and kissed him she knew she’d do everything
in her power to keep him at Scarborough Hall.
Everything.
Chapter Five
Adam’s fingers dug into her nape. He’d given up control the
moment she’d kissed him but by God he wasn’t about to stop now. She felt too
good inside. Too hot. And she’d been too damn responsive to being dominated.
Already scenarios for future sessions played out in his
head. Primrose bound and blindfolded. Primrose on her hands and knees with that
lovely bum turned up and ready to accept his cock.
Primrose on display for all to see at the club…
A reprimanding voice crept up from the back of his brain,
reminding him that he treaded dangerous waters with his wife. At the club she
would be required to submit to the dungeon Master of the evening for her
initiation. Adam willed the conflicting emotions away. Finally he tore his
mouth from hers, seized her hips in his hands and bounced her rhythmically on
his cock. Warm, wet flesh sucked at his erection. Her breasts bobbed, begging
for attention he had yet to give them. Tight, short breaths fragrant with
peppermint blew against his face. Her soft moans caressed his ears.
With her eyes squeezed shut she looked stunningly beautiful.
Her forehead crinkled and the adorable way she had her bottom lip drawn between
her teeth struck him as innocuously innocent.
A sudden shudder tore through her. Her lips parted and her
chin dropped and then she cried out as her sheath spasmed around him. Unable to
tear his gaze from her face he watched in abject awe.
The realization he’d given her this pleasure filled him with
a sense of power and wonder he hadn’t felt in years.
One-night trysts with any comely willing woman had jaded
him. Giggling and laughing, they’d bawdily gone along with his need to
dominate, to please them beyond anything they’d previously known. And with
them—those faceless bodies—he’d always withdrawn and spent his issue on their
bellies or arses. Not with Primrose. In spite of his promise to sire a child in
her he couldn’t
chair. She pushed toward him, crying out when his lips latched on to her
clitoris and began to suck.
Ecstasy lurked just out of reach. Her mouth fell open but
she couldn’t draw a breath. Sweet Lord in heaven. This was too much. It was too
good.
Every flick of his tongue, every pull of his lips, every hot
breath against her flesh ratcheted her nearer and nearer to the crest. One of
her hands tangled in his hair. Her head fell back. Bliss rushed over her,
trampling her underfoot, devastating her. Inner muscles squeezed and tightened.
She wanted him inside her. Even in the midst of this raging orgasm she had
to—needed to—feel his body melding with hers.
Long low moans spilled from her lips as she wilted over his
head and shoulders. Her knees slipped from their perch and as she sagged into
his lap, she took his face in her hands, tilted his face up and sought his
mouth.
His arms froze and then suddenly tightened around her. His
lips parted to admit her tongue. She tasted herself, salty and sweet, as she
probed his mouth with a passion she never knew she possessed.
Never relinquishing their kiss, he fumbled to undo his
breeches. He dragged her hips forward and all at once her body was filled to
capacity. A groan escaped her but he refused to let go. One hand encircled her
hips, the other burrowed into the hair at her nape, holding her head captive.
His kiss deepened with dark need that fueled her already out-of-control
arousal. He moved beneath her, pumping into her, his groin creating erotic
friction against her too-sensitive clitoris. Inside his steely flesh stroked
needy tissue, awakening secret places within that filled her with the knowledge
she’d never again be the same.
This one morning had irrevocably changed her.
She’d thought she could copulate with him to produce an heir
and walk merrily away.
She’d never before been so woefully wrong.
As she rode him and kissed him she knew she’d do everything
in her power to keep him at Scarborough Hall.
Everything.
Chapter Five
Adam’s fingers dug into her nape. He’d given up control the
moment she’d kissed him but by God he wasn’t about to stop now. She felt too
good inside. Too hot. And she’d been too damn responsive to being dominated.
Already scenarios for future sessions played out in his
head. Primrose bound and blindfolded. Primrose on her hands and knees with that
lovely bum turned up and ready to accept his cock.
Primrose on display for all to see at the club…
A reprimanding voice crept up from the back of his brain,
reminding him that he treaded dangerous waters with his wife. At the club she
would be required to submit to the dungeon Master of the evening for her
initiation. Adam willed the conflicting emotions away. Finally he tore his
mouth from hers, seized her hips in his hands and bounced her rhythmically on
his cock. Warm, wet flesh sucked at his erection. Her breasts bobbed, begging
for attention he had yet to give them. Tight, short breaths fragrant with
peppermint blew against his face. Her soft moans caressed his ears.
With her eyes squeezed shut she looked stunningly beautiful.
Her forehead crinkled and the adorable way she had her bottom lip drawn between
her teeth struck him as innocuously innocent.
A sudden shudder tore through her. Her lips parted and her
chin dropped and then she cried out as her sheath spasmed around him. Unable to
tear his gaze from her face he watched in abject awe.
The realization he’d given her this pleasure filled him with
a sense of power and wonder he hadn’t felt in years.
One-night trysts with any comely willing woman had jaded
him. Giggling and laughing, they’d bawdily gone along with his need to
dominate, to please them beyond anything they’d previously known. And with
them—those faceless bodies—he’d always withdrawn and spent his issue on their
bellies or arses. Not with Primrose. In spite of his promise to sire a child in
her he couldn’t
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