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something better left in the gutter. “Raised as you was.”
His lips tightened. “A gentleman like them, those who turned you away.”
She nodded slightly and returned her accent to the one she had been using for years. “You must see that my past forces me to hide my true self in every way. I cannot speak as I spoke when I was a girl. I cannot act as I did. I can’t even let someone know what street I was born on in London, for fear they will toss me out because I’m too far beneath them even to warm their beds.” She shook her head. “I am always pretending, Malcolm.”
He leaned closer. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
She smiled. He thought that was true, but it wasn’t. “No?”
He cupped her chin. “No.”
Then he kissed her, sweeping away her fears, her lies, her past, and replacing it all with the warm and wonderful sensation of him . He was hers in that moment and she drank him in, tasting his tongue, arching toward him artlessly. She wanted him and that was not pretended, which would have to be enough.
She stood up, grabbing his arm to urge him to join her. When he did, she lifted to her tiptoes to continue kissing him. She was out of control, her body aching to be touched, filled, in a way no other man had ever inspired.
“I want you,” she admitted between kisses.
He drew back to stare at her. “Now?”
She nodded, drawing him back toward the wall. He didn’t need much coaxing and soon he pinned her there, pressing his delicious weight against her, making her shake as she rubbed her hips against his and felt his cock harden with her attention.
“You are a minx,” he grunted on a laugh as he began to lift her skirts. His hands went under the silk and he cupped her between the legs, pressing his palm against her sex and slipping a finger into her slit.
“Oh God,” she moaned, pressing her head back against the wall as he began to stroke inside of her. “That isn’t going to be enough.”
He chuckled and withdrew from her entirely, and she gasped in disappointment. But when she looked at him, he was unfastening his trousers, allowing that thick, beautiful cock free from the confines of fabric.
“Will this satisfy, demanding miss?” he teased as he grasped her hips, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his back and forced a hand between them to guide him to her entrance.
He stroked into her hard and she cried out.
“Yes, I think that will do the trick,” she gasped, clinging to him as he began to move inside of her.
His thrusts were hard and steady, pinning her to the wall and giving her no room to return his movements with ones of her own. She was helpless to him, completely at his mercy and that fact excited her far more than it should have.
Her body reacted as he kissed her, fucked her, and slowly the dam of pleasure built in her loins, rising, rising until she felt the strain of near release in every vein, every nerve, ever part of her being.
At that very moment, he broke the kiss, stared into her eyes and rotated his hips slowly.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, bucking wildly as pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain rocked her body. The orgasm was unlike any she had ever known, lifting her high and going on and on until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t experience anything but pleasure overtaking her, ruling her.
He grunted as he thrust through her crisis and suddenly he pulled from her, leaving her quivering sheath, quaking as he spent into his hand away from her. He panted as he set her back on the floor and pressed a warm kiss to her forehead.
“You certainly inspire a man to do amazing things,” he said as he stepped away and rebuttoned his trousers.
She laughed while smoothing her skirts back over her still-twitching sex. “I will take that as a compliment, sir.”
He moved forward swiftly and touched her chin. Lifting her face, he forced her to look at him.
“It is one, Olivia,” he whispered. “I admire
His lips tightened. “A gentleman like them, those who turned you away.”
She nodded slightly and returned her accent to the one she had been using for years. “You must see that my past forces me to hide my true self in every way. I cannot speak as I spoke when I was a girl. I cannot act as I did. I can’t even let someone know what street I was born on in London, for fear they will toss me out because I’m too far beneath them even to warm their beds.” She shook her head. “I am always pretending, Malcolm.”
He leaned closer. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
She smiled. He thought that was true, but it wasn’t. “No?”
He cupped her chin. “No.”
Then he kissed her, sweeping away her fears, her lies, her past, and replacing it all with the warm and wonderful sensation of him . He was hers in that moment and she drank him in, tasting his tongue, arching toward him artlessly. She wanted him and that was not pretended, which would have to be enough.
She stood up, grabbing his arm to urge him to join her. When he did, she lifted to her tiptoes to continue kissing him. She was out of control, her body aching to be touched, filled, in a way no other man had ever inspired.
“I want you,” she admitted between kisses.
He drew back to stare at her. “Now?”
She nodded, drawing him back toward the wall. He didn’t need much coaxing and soon he pinned her there, pressing his delicious weight against her, making her shake as she rubbed her hips against his and felt his cock harden with her attention.
“You are a minx,” he grunted on a laugh as he began to lift her skirts. His hands went under the silk and he cupped her between the legs, pressing his palm against her sex and slipping a finger into her slit.
“Oh God,” she moaned, pressing her head back against the wall as he began to stroke inside of her. “That isn’t going to be enough.”
He chuckled and withdrew from her entirely, and she gasped in disappointment. But when she looked at him, he was unfastening his trousers, allowing that thick, beautiful cock free from the confines of fabric.
“Will this satisfy, demanding miss?” he teased as he grasped her hips, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his back and forced a hand between them to guide him to her entrance.
He stroked into her hard and she cried out.
“Yes, I think that will do the trick,” she gasped, clinging to him as he began to move inside of her.
His thrusts were hard and steady, pinning her to the wall and giving her no room to return his movements with ones of her own. She was helpless to him, completely at his mercy and that fact excited her far more than it should have.
Her body reacted as he kissed her, fucked her, and slowly the dam of pleasure built in her loins, rising, rising until she felt the strain of near release in every vein, every nerve, ever part of her being.
At that very moment, he broke the kiss, stared into her eyes and rotated his hips slowly.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, bucking wildly as pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain rocked her body. The orgasm was unlike any she had ever known, lifting her high and going on and on until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t experience anything but pleasure overtaking her, ruling her.
He grunted as he thrust through her crisis and suddenly he pulled from her, leaving her quivering sheath, quaking as he spent into his hand away from her. He panted as he set her back on the floor and pressed a warm kiss to her forehead.
“You certainly inspire a man to do amazing things,” he said as he stepped away and rebuttoned his trousers.
She laughed while smoothing her skirts back over her still-twitching sex. “I will take that as a compliment, sir.”
He moved forward swiftly and touched her chin. Lifting her face, he forced her to look at him.
“It is one, Olivia,” he whispered. “I admire
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