wonder for the rest of her life if she could react as other women to the marital embrace? Surely if Richard could not satisfy her, no one could.
When the knock came, she whirled around just as the door opened and the object of her thoughts walked through. He closed the door behind him and carefully turned the lock, leaning back against it without saying a word. Lily had to swallow past a sudden dryness in her throat. It took all her nerve to stay still as Richard stood there looking at her.
“I thought this moment would never arrive,” he spoke softly, but his eyes blazed into hers. “You don’t know how many times I’ve remembered our delicious tryst in the garden and longed to repeat it. And so much more.”
She licked her lips, and his eyes tracked the movement hungrily.
“You’ve kept me waiting too long, Lily.” He finally walked forward until he stood before her. She couldn’t meet his gaze, focusing instead on the buttons of his waistcoat and waiting.
“Turn around.” His voice a deep command.
She did as he said and felt his hands unfastening the buttons which ran down the back of her gown. As the bodice loosened and gaped forward, she reached up to hold the fabric in place. She felt his warm breath on the back of her neck and couldn’t hold back a sudden shiver of need that chased through her. Closing her eyes, she tried to still the tumult of her heartbeat that pounded like a wild thing in her chest. He completed his task and told her to turn back around. Hesitantly she turned, at last raising her gaze to his face.
He smiled, but it was not reassuring. Rather it contained a wicked glint and the promise of something that had her trembling deep inside. He reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Release the gown, Lily. I want to see you.”
She gulped, hesitated a moment, and then did as he asked. With a quick tug, he had the bodice down around her waist. She wore nothing beneath the gown except for her corset, petticoats, and silk stockings. Her breasts were uncovered, and the chill air combined with the attention of the duke had her peaks tightening into hard points. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each shaky breath she took. She stared into the duke’s face and watched as a small nerve began to jump next to his mouth. She sensed the struggle in him to keep control of his desires, and wasn’t sure if she wanted him to succeed or not. Her emotions were in turmoil, and a frightening sense of anticipation rolled through her. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
“Damn, Lily.” Her hands rose to cover her nudity, but he stopped her. “No. Don’t. It should be a crime to cover such beauty.”
She bit her lip, but inside, she felt a sweet glow at his admiration. She stilled. He reached out to cup her left breast, and she marveled at the warmth which radiated from his skin to hers. He used his thumb to rub across the nipple, circling around and around.
Then he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped.
When he bent and took the nipple between his lips, she thought she would die with the pleasure of it all. He worked the tip with his tongue and teeth before turning his attention to her other breast. His hand continued to fondle her. But finally he drew back.
She tried to reach up and clasp him to her, but he caught her hands and pushed them down.
He glanced around and began tugging her to the left until they stopped before the antique cheval mirror that stood in the corner. He turned her to face the mirror, and she looked away, uncomfortable at the sight of her semi-nudity next to his fully clothed figure. “Look at yourself, Lily. I want you to see what I see. How beautiful you are.”
She lifted her eyes and met his in the mirror. His hands came around and cupped her breasts, lifting them, weighing them. He stroked over the nipples which were damply erect, and her head dropped back. His hands moved lower, catching hold of her dress and shoving it over
When the knock came, she whirled around just as the door opened and the object of her thoughts walked through. He closed the door behind him and carefully turned the lock, leaning back against it without saying a word. Lily had to swallow past a sudden dryness in her throat. It took all her nerve to stay still as Richard stood there looking at her.
“I thought this moment would never arrive,” he spoke softly, but his eyes blazed into hers. “You don’t know how many times I’ve remembered our delicious tryst in the garden and longed to repeat it. And so much more.”
She licked her lips, and his eyes tracked the movement hungrily.
“You’ve kept me waiting too long, Lily.” He finally walked forward until he stood before her. She couldn’t meet his gaze, focusing instead on the buttons of his waistcoat and waiting.
“Turn around.” His voice a deep command.
She did as he said and felt his hands unfastening the buttons which ran down the back of her gown. As the bodice loosened and gaped forward, she reached up to hold the fabric in place. She felt his warm breath on the back of her neck and couldn’t hold back a sudden shiver of need that chased through her. Closing her eyes, she tried to still the tumult of her heartbeat that pounded like a wild thing in her chest. He completed his task and told her to turn back around. Hesitantly she turned, at last raising her gaze to his face.
He smiled, but it was not reassuring. Rather it contained a wicked glint and the promise of something that had her trembling deep inside. He reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Release the gown, Lily. I want to see you.”
She gulped, hesitated a moment, and then did as he asked. With a quick tug, he had the bodice down around her waist. She wore nothing beneath the gown except for her corset, petticoats, and silk stockings. Her breasts were uncovered, and the chill air combined with the attention of the duke had her peaks tightening into hard points. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each shaky breath she took. She stared into the duke’s face and watched as a small nerve began to jump next to his mouth. She sensed the struggle in him to keep control of his desires, and wasn’t sure if she wanted him to succeed or not. Her emotions were in turmoil, and a frightening sense of anticipation rolled through her. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
“Damn, Lily.” Her hands rose to cover her nudity, but he stopped her. “No. Don’t. It should be a crime to cover such beauty.”
She bit her lip, but inside, she felt a sweet glow at his admiration. She stilled. He reached out to cup her left breast, and she marveled at the warmth which radiated from his skin to hers. He used his thumb to rub across the nipple, circling around and around.
Then he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped.
When he bent and took the nipple between his lips, she thought she would die with the pleasure of it all. He worked the tip with his tongue and teeth before turning his attention to her other breast. His hand continued to fondle her. But finally he drew back.
She tried to reach up and clasp him to her, but he caught her hands and pushed them down.
He glanced around and began tugging her to the left until they stopped before the antique cheval mirror that stood in the corner. He turned her to face the mirror, and she looked away, uncomfortable at the sight of her semi-nudity next to his fully clothed figure. “Look at yourself, Lily. I want you to see what I see. How beautiful you are.”
She lifted her eyes and met his in the mirror. His hands came around and cupped her breasts, lifting them, weighing them. He stroked over the nipples which were damply erect, and her head dropped back. His hands moved lower, catching hold of her dress and shoving it over
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