flexed her vaginal muscles. He groaned. A hot ache grew in her throat. The wild need for completion within her started to crescendo and his come erupted in one fiery blast after another. She soared higher and higher before her own climax overtook her. Thrashing about, she wanted to scream with joy. How could this man turn her so inside out?
Kerrich’s massive chest rose and fell with agonizingly hoarse breaths. Opening her eyes, she saw the fine sheen of perspiration on his face. His eyelids were sealed closed when he rolled off her and into the hay on her left and threw a forearm over his forehead. “You’re wildfire,” he said in a hushed whisper.
She grimaced. If she didn’t find a way to escape her fate tomorrow, she would be washed out, not wildfire. She missed his rigid length deep with her and wanted him to do the same thing the tall man had done to Mathilde – to suck on her clit. How she wished she could persuade him to try a trial union with her for a year and a day but it was foolish to think of that. What did a villager and a castle lady have in common? The answer dawned on her as fast as a shooting star traveled.
Scrambling to her knees, her heavy breasts jiggled a little. He blinked and bestowed a gray gaze upon her. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you and that we have a future together,” she exclaimed. She felt her cheeks tinge pink from embarrassment. Where on earth had that come from? She hardly knew the man! And to tell him they had a future together despite the difference in their station in life!
She saw the pulse in his throat kick into a gallop. Every line in his body went rigid as he sat up and surveyed her. “Why?”
‘Yes, why?’ she asked herself. She had met him only a few hours earlier and what fact did she have to base her statement on? It would hardly do to say that the sex had been good. She saw herself reflected in his sparkling eyes. A bird trilled in the rafters high above.
“I think we have to talk,” he said, his voice gruff.
She didn’t know how to respond to that. Talking wasn’t high on her agenda right now. She wanted more of his hands roaming over her skin, more of his seductive kisses. Searing hot desire inched through her, blinding her to everything else.
“There can be nothing between us. The only reason we came together was for the feasting.”
Was he rejecting her, even after she had told him she loved him? She didn’t dare look in his face.
Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. “Why not enjoy this one day to its fullest and not worry about what tomorrow brings?”
The hope she hadn’t known was buried so deep within her, began to die, slowly and surely. She wanted someone to love her, to tell her that he loved her, just like her mother had when she was a child. A void so profound it made her want to break out in hysterical tears, hemmed her in. She wanted unconditional love and no strings attached but her status in life precluded that - she would never be able to have that. Maybe it would be better to accept her fate and marry Guermont on the morrow. Eventually she would learn to bear his gnarled, liver-spotted hands savaging her body.
Dismayed at the direction her thoughts had taken and feeling vulnerably naked, she pulled her gown free from underneath her bottom.
“Celestine?”
She ignored how his voice skittered over her nerve endings making her want to stay, to close the distance between their bodies and make love to him again. How could this man affect her so wildly that she had forgotten who she was? Now she understood that by experimenting with who she was sexually, she had opened up an emotional can of worms. Neither she nor Kerrich would be able to transcend the social barrier between them. What madness had overtaken her?
“I have to go,” she said weakly, her stomach churning. Color rushed into her cheeks.
“Why not make love to me one more time?” he asked. He spread his hands out in front of him. “It’s all we’ve
Kerrich’s massive chest rose and fell with agonizingly hoarse breaths. Opening her eyes, she saw the fine sheen of perspiration on his face. His eyelids were sealed closed when he rolled off her and into the hay on her left and threw a forearm over his forehead. “You’re wildfire,” he said in a hushed whisper.
She grimaced. If she didn’t find a way to escape her fate tomorrow, she would be washed out, not wildfire. She missed his rigid length deep with her and wanted him to do the same thing the tall man had done to Mathilde – to suck on her clit. How she wished she could persuade him to try a trial union with her for a year and a day but it was foolish to think of that. What did a villager and a castle lady have in common? The answer dawned on her as fast as a shooting star traveled.
Scrambling to her knees, her heavy breasts jiggled a little. He blinked and bestowed a gray gaze upon her. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you and that we have a future together,” she exclaimed. She felt her cheeks tinge pink from embarrassment. Where on earth had that come from? She hardly knew the man! And to tell him they had a future together despite the difference in their station in life!
She saw the pulse in his throat kick into a gallop. Every line in his body went rigid as he sat up and surveyed her. “Why?”
‘Yes, why?’ she asked herself. She had met him only a few hours earlier and what fact did she have to base her statement on? It would hardly do to say that the sex had been good. She saw herself reflected in his sparkling eyes. A bird trilled in the rafters high above.
“I think we have to talk,” he said, his voice gruff.
She didn’t know how to respond to that. Talking wasn’t high on her agenda right now. She wanted more of his hands roaming over her skin, more of his seductive kisses. Searing hot desire inched through her, blinding her to everything else.
“There can be nothing between us. The only reason we came together was for the feasting.”
Was he rejecting her, even after she had told him she loved him? She didn’t dare look in his face.
Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. “Why not enjoy this one day to its fullest and not worry about what tomorrow brings?”
The hope she hadn’t known was buried so deep within her, began to die, slowly and surely. She wanted someone to love her, to tell her that he loved her, just like her mother had when she was a child. A void so profound it made her want to break out in hysterical tears, hemmed her in. She wanted unconditional love and no strings attached but her status in life precluded that - she would never be able to have that. Maybe it would be better to accept her fate and marry Guermont on the morrow. Eventually she would learn to bear his gnarled, liver-spotted hands savaging her body.
Dismayed at the direction her thoughts had taken and feeling vulnerably naked, she pulled her gown free from underneath her bottom.
“Celestine?”
She ignored how his voice skittered over her nerve endings making her want to stay, to close the distance between their bodies and make love to him again. How could this man affect her so wildly that she had forgotten who she was? Now she understood that by experimenting with who she was sexually, she had opened up an emotional can of worms. Neither she nor Kerrich would be able to transcend the social barrier between them. What madness had overtaken her?
“I have to go,” she said weakly, her stomach churning. Color rushed into her cheeks.
“Why not make love to me one more time?” he asked. He spread his hands out in front of him. “It’s all we’ve
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