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shoulder. “That’s it,” he said. “Give yourself to me.”
Evangeline looked down at Raven’s hand pressed against her light public hair, massaging slowly and surely. With his other hand he held her skirts up out of the way, leaving her pale thighs frighteningly naked. “Open wider, my dear.”
Evangeline obeyed. She could do nothing else. Watching as if in a dream, she parted her thighs, spreading herself open for her lord.
Moisture began to seep from between her nether lips as they thickened and grew more sensitive. “You’ll like this.” Raven dipped his head, resting it against her own. He slid his forefinger deep into her wet warmth, high up inside her. The hand that held her gown up dropped it and slid behind and underneath her, drawing away her clothing until he gripped her bare buttocks. His long, thin hand, cool against her buttocks, and his finger probing between them was all too much. The sensations built so fast and so furiously that Evangeline prayed she would soon experience the same release she had in the carriage.
When Raven drew his finger from her cunt she wanted cry out for Sanguinarian 55
him to put it back, but he did not withdraw it completely. He slid it up between her plump nether lips. “There it is,” he said.
“What?” The word was a barely-audible sigh.
“This.” Swiftly, with the tip of his finger, Raven swept a fast circular motion against the small button between the lips while circling his other finger around the rosebud between her buttocks. A long moan escaped her as the pressure built swiftly, climbing, filling her tense body with unexplainable sensations. The climax he drew from her was greater than before, fiery, overwhelming. Evangeline arched her back and clenched her buttocks and thighs rhythmically, wringing the pleasure from her body. When she could take no more she fell limp against him, panting hard. “How was that?” he asked.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes, my lord,” she whispered.
“I will give you pleasure such as you have only dreamed of. No ordinary man will make you feel as I do.”
At last she began to recover, tying the ribbon on her drawers, making herself respectable. Raven released her, allowing her to stand.
Free at a last, she moved quickly away from him and stood close to the hearth. Raven rose and took a great heavy log in one hand, tossing it easily into the fire. “Are you warm enough?” he asked when the dry wood caught and blazed up high. He moved quickly away from the rush of heat.
“Thank you, my lord, that is much better. Is it always so barren and windswept here?”
He smiled. “Yes. You like to go out into the sun I suppose, Miss Rutledge?”
Evangeline kept her rosy face turned away, still too embarrassed to look at him. “Yes, I do, I love flowers and fresh air. Are there many flowers in the gardens?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never looked,” he remarked absently. “I prefer to walk outdoors in the winter time. I love to walk under a gray sky with a sharp wind blowing. It invigorates me.” He turned his chair 56
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back to the table and waved her back to her seat.
“Why did you not marry long ago and gain your inheritance sooner, my lord?” She could scarcely believe they were conversing as though he had not only moments ago touched her body so intimately, causing terrifying sensations to course through her.
“I had no desire to. Are you really so dreadfully upset about having an arranged marriage?”
“I will accept it,” she said.
“You are wiser than I thought, dear girl.”
The door opened, creaking as everything seemed to creak in the castle. The footman brought a cake piled high with cream and fruits to the table. Evangeline accepted a portion, noticing that the servant did not bother to offer any to his master. Evangeline placed her napkin back on her lap and began at once to enjoy the smooth, delicious cake.
“I notice you have eaten very little, my lord, at least, you ate a
Evangeline looked down at Raven’s hand pressed against her light public hair, massaging slowly and surely. With his other hand he held her skirts up out of the way, leaving her pale thighs frighteningly naked. “Open wider, my dear.”
Evangeline obeyed. She could do nothing else. Watching as if in a dream, she parted her thighs, spreading herself open for her lord.
Moisture began to seep from between her nether lips as they thickened and grew more sensitive. “You’ll like this.” Raven dipped his head, resting it against her own. He slid his forefinger deep into her wet warmth, high up inside her. The hand that held her gown up dropped it and slid behind and underneath her, drawing away her clothing until he gripped her bare buttocks. His long, thin hand, cool against her buttocks, and his finger probing between them was all too much. The sensations built so fast and so furiously that Evangeline prayed she would soon experience the same release she had in the carriage.
When Raven drew his finger from her cunt she wanted cry out for Sanguinarian 55
him to put it back, but he did not withdraw it completely. He slid it up between her plump nether lips. “There it is,” he said.
“What?” The word was a barely-audible sigh.
“This.” Swiftly, with the tip of his finger, Raven swept a fast circular motion against the small button between the lips while circling his other finger around the rosebud between her buttocks. A long moan escaped her as the pressure built swiftly, climbing, filling her tense body with unexplainable sensations. The climax he drew from her was greater than before, fiery, overwhelming. Evangeline arched her back and clenched her buttocks and thighs rhythmically, wringing the pleasure from her body. When she could take no more she fell limp against him, panting hard. “How was that?” he asked.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes, my lord,” she whispered.
“I will give you pleasure such as you have only dreamed of. No ordinary man will make you feel as I do.”
At last she began to recover, tying the ribbon on her drawers, making herself respectable. Raven released her, allowing her to stand.
Free at a last, she moved quickly away from him and stood close to the hearth. Raven rose and took a great heavy log in one hand, tossing it easily into the fire. “Are you warm enough?” he asked when the dry wood caught and blazed up high. He moved quickly away from the rush of heat.
“Thank you, my lord, that is much better. Is it always so barren and windswept here?”
He smiled. “Yes. You like to go out into the sun I suppose, Miss Rutledge?”
Evangeline kept her rosy face turned away, still too embarrassed to look at him. “Yes, I do, I love flowers and fresh air. Are there many flowers in the gardens?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never looked,” he remarked absently. “I prefer to walk outdoors in the winter time. I love to walk under a gray sky with a sharp wind blowing. It invigorates me.” He turned his chair 56
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back to the table and waved her back to her seat.
“Why did you not marry long ago and gain your inheritance sooner, my lord?” She could scarcely believe they were conversing as though he had not only moments ago touched her body so intimately, causing terrifying sensations to course through her.
“I had no desire to. Are you really so dreadfully upset about having an arranged marriage?”
“I will accept it,” she said.
“You are wiser than I thought, dear girl.”
The door opened, creaking as everything seemed to creak in the castle. The footman brought a cake piled high with cream and fruits to the table. Evangeline accepted a portion, noticing that the servant did not bother to offer any to his master. Evangeline placed her napkin back on her lap and began at once to enjoy the smooth, delicious cake.
“I notice you have eaten very little, my lord, at least, you ate a
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