Read Online Betrayal (Book 2: Time Enough to Love) by Jenna Jaxon - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Jenna Jaxon
Ads: Link
cannot see you in the darkness.”
The bed rustled as she sat up. A moment, and she slid over until she pressed her smooth thigh against him. His shaft bobbed up, ready and willing. ’Twould be a nuisance for a while, but that could not be helped.
“I am going to touch you and caress you, as I would if we were going to lie together. Be not afraid to make noise. ’Twill make the counterfeit more convincing.” He paused, uncertain if his next words were wise. They might make matters worse. “If it will help, pretend that I am Geoffrey.”
She stiffened and gave a little cry. Thomas cursed himself but knew there was nothing else he could do. At least she would be more used to him when they finally did this in earnest. He settled next to her, pressing his body against the warm, naked flesh, not trying to disguise his rock-hard shaft. Her reaction to that should be convincing.
He began by boldly stroking her arm, continuing down over her hip. She trembled but made no protest. Encouraged, he found her face and dropped kisses on her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. She remained still, her soft breathing the only sound. They had been too quiet for too long. Time to begin.
“I am going to kiss you, Alyse,” he whispered in her ear then sucked on her earlobe. She moaned and wriggled. Good. “Do that a bit louder, sweet. And when I kiss you as I did the day we were betrothed, moan even louder in your throat. Can you do that?”
“Uhh.” Loud and guttural. Excellent. Rustlings beyond the curtain increased.
Thomas seized her lips, pressing them open easily. He slipped his tongue inside the warm depths, and moaned along with her. Damn, but she was sweet. His groan deepened as his cock strained toward her, bumping into her hip insistently. Oh, but this would be true torture soon.
He skimmed his hand over her breast and tweaked the nipple, drawing a loud gasp.
“Thomas!” The outrage in her voice would have brought a laugh from him had his need not grown so great. But it worked on the waiting courtiers, for their whisperings increased. So now ’twas time to finish the deed.
He rose over top of her, his weight carried on his elbows, his length pressing her down. Placing his lips next to her ear, but speaking in a normal voice, he announced, “Do not fret, sweet. ’Twill hurt but a moment.”
Beneath him, Alyse gasped. “But, Thomas—”
He strained forward and bit her on the shoulder.
“Thomas!” Alyse’s shriek sounded shrilly in the darkness.
He clamped his hand over her mouth and whispered, “Shh.”
The courtiers burst forth with clapping, congratulations, and laughter. Some of the men shouted encouragement to him, and he chuckled, though did not reply.
When he slid his fingers away from her mouth, she lay still a moment then asked, “Is it over now?”
He peered down at her, though he could not see her face. “Not yet.” He sighed and began to rub his cock against her belly. Not the best to be hoped for on a wedding night, but it would have to serve.
“You may remember the night of the banquet. ’Twas not done in one stroke, I think.” She stilled beneath him, though he continued to slide against her exquisite flesh. “I need to spill my seed, both for proof on the sheets and for my own ends.” He nuzzled her neck. “As you can feel, you have set my passions aflame, wife, and though ’tis nay you say tonight, ’twill not always be so. I will stand ready whenever you say aye.”
She slipped her hands around his neck, whispered, “Thank you, Thomas,” and kissed him.
The unexpected caress, coupled with his strong thrusts, sent him over the edge. He cried out as he spilled himself, determined to the last to convince the witnesses their marriage was truly consummated. He rolled off her and lay panting, listening to the applause he damn well deserved.
Thomas lay there a moment then the curtains stirred and a light appeared. Alyse squeaked and dove beneath the sheet.
Patrick Sullivan shoved a
The bed rustled as she sat up. A moment, and she slid over until she pressed her smooth thigh against him. His shaft bobbed up, ready and willing. ’Twould be a nuisance for a while, but that could not be helped.
“I am going to touch you and caress you, as I would if we were going to lie together. Be not afraid to make noise. ’Twill make the counterfeit more convincing.” He paused, uncertain if his next words were wise. They might make matters worse. “If it will help, pretend that I am Geoffrey.”
She stiffened and gave a little cry. Thomas cursed himself but knew there was nothing else he could do. At least she would be more used to him when they finally did this in earnest. He settled next to her, pressing his body against the warm, naked flesh, not trying to disguise his rock-hard shaft. Her reaction to that should be convincing.
He began by boldly stroking her arm, continuing down over her hip. She trembled but made no protest. Encouraged, he found her face and dropped kisses on her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. She remained still, her soft breathing the only sound. They had been too quiet for too long. Time to begin.
“I am going to kiss you, Alyse,” he whispered in her ear then sucked on her earlobe. She moaned and wriggled. Good. “Do that a bit louder, sweet. And when I kiss you as I did the day we were betrothed, moan even louder in your throat. Can you do that?”
“Uhh.” Loud and guttural. Excellent. Rustlings beyond the curtain increased.
Thomas seized her lips, pressing them open easily. He slipped his tongue inside the warm depths, and moaned along with her. Damn, but she was sweet. His groan deepened as his cock strained toward her, bumping into her hip insistently. Oh, but this would be true torture soon.
He skimmed his hand over her breast and tweaked the nipple, drawing a loud gasp.
“Thomas!” The outrage in her voice would have brought a laugh from him had his need not grown so great. But it worked on the waiting courtiers, for their whisperings increased. So now ’twas time to finish the deed.
He rose over top of her, his weight carried on his elbows, his length pressing her down. Placing his lips next to her ear, but speaking in a normal voice, he announced, “Do not fret, sweet. ’Twill hurt but a moment.”
Beneath him, Alyse gasped. “But, Thomas—”
He strained forward and bit her on the shoulder.
“Thomas!” Alyse’s shriek sounded shrilly in the darkness.
He clamped his hand over her mouth and whispered, “Shh.”
The courtiers burst forth with clapping, congratulations, and laughter. Some of the men shouted encouragement to him, and he chuckled, though did not reply.
When he slid his fingers away from her mouth, she lay still a moment then asked, “Is it over now?”
He peered down at her, though he could not see her face. “Not yet.” He sighed and began to rub his cock against her belly. Not the best to be hoped for on a wedding night, but it would have to serve.
“You may remember the night of the banquet. ’Twas not done in one stroke, I think.” She stilled beneath him, though he continued to slide against her exquisite flesh. “I need to spill my seed, both for proof on the sheets and for my own ends.” He nuzzled her neck. “As you can feel, you have set my passions aflame, wife, and though ’tis nay you say tonight, ’twill not always be so. I will stand ready whenever you say aye.”
She slipped her hands around his neck, whispered, “Thank you, Thomas,” and kissed him.
The unexpected caress, coupled with his strong thrusts, sent him over the edge. He cried out as he spilled himself, determined to the last to convince the witnesses their marriage was truly consummated. He rolled off her and lay panting, listening to the applause he damn well deserved.
Thomas lay there a moment then the curtains stirred and a light appeared. Alyse squeaked and dove beneath the sheet.
Patrick Sullivan shoved a
Similar Books
