marbled floor
and her breathing echoed as she pounded up the stairs. She
glimpsed the first landing and then gasped as Minshom tackled
her from behind and brought her down onto the stairs, his arms
wrapped around her bracing her fall.
The side of her face lay against cold stone yet the rest of her
body was far too hot. Minshom’s hand settled between her legs
again.
«I should’ve known you wouldn’t be disgusted, shouldn’t I?
You were always something of a sexual voyeur.» The palm of his
hand ground against her sex and he flexed his long fingers. «I
should have tied you up beside Shaw and had you both.»
Jane tried to take a breath and found it even more difficult
than she had anticipated. Between Minshom’s weight and her
own excitement, she was barely able to function.
His other hand moved to her breasts and slid under her
waistcoat, searched for her already-hard nipples and pinched
hard. Mortified, Jane closed her eyes as a climax shook through
her beleaguered and sensually starved body.
With a curse, Minshom rolled off her and pulled her to her
feet. God, she was blushing so hard he must be able to see it
even in the darkness. She waited for the tirade about how
pathetic she was, how needy to come without even being
penetrated. Instead, he retained her hand and marched her along
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the hallway, pushed her inside his bedchamber and closed the
door.
She backed away from him and collided with the corner of his
massive oak-framed bed, had to steady her hands on the elegant
brown satin comforter. He reached her before she could get her
body to obey her and turned her face down into the side of the
bed, his hands quick and rough as he stripped off her boots and
breeches and flipped up the tails of her long white shirt.
«Don’t worry, Jane. I’ll give you want you want.»
God, what did she want? Why couldn’t she move? Why wasn’t
she screaming at him not to touch her rather than passively
allowing him to fondle her buttocks to slide his fingers between
them and rub against her wet, swollen, needy sex?
He reached across her to move the single candle into a better
position for him to look at her and uncapped a small glass bottle
with his teeth. The scent of lilacs invaded her nostrils and then
she felt the coldness of an oiled fingertip inserted in her arse.
Blaize’s teeth grazed her throat and she jumped, the smaller
ache seemingly more invasive than his finger.
«You liked being fucked here, didn’t you?» lie slid another
oiled finger alongside the first. «In truth, you were so eager to be
fucked before our marriage that this was the only way I could
appease you.»
«You make me sound like a wanton.»
«You were a wanton. You were begging for it.»
Jane moaned as he moved his two fingers back and forth,
widening her and preparing her for the far bigger penetration to
come.
«You remember what to do. Relax and breathe deeply, don’t
fight me. Not that you ever did. You allowed me every sexual
liberty I ever asked of you.» He chuckled, the cynical sound so
close it vibrated through her skull. «You even begged and
pleaded for more.»
«I wanted to please you. I was your wife.»
64 / Kate Pearce
«And you did please me.» He added a third finger. «Why do
you think I married you?»
Jane closed her eyes and focused on the motion of his fingers,
the way he pushed her mound against the hard edge of the bed
with every skilled maneuver. She knew with sudden desperate
clarity that she wasn’t going to stop him, was going to take what
he offered her, even beg if he demanded it. She had gravely
miscalculated the effect he had on her and she been denied
sexual release for far too long to give up even a small dose of it
now.
Minshom worked another finger in and admired the delicacy
of Jane’s buttocks in the candlelight; her skin was so pale he
wanted to sink his teeth into it, knew she’d probably climax again
if he did. He
and her breathing echoed as she pounded up the stairs. She
glimpsed the first landing and then gasped as Minshom tackled
her from behind and brought her down onto the stairs, his arms
wrapped around her bracing her fall.
The side of her face lay against cold stone yet the rest of her
body was far too hot. Minshom’s hand settled between her legs
again.
«I should’ve known you wouldn’t be disgusted, shouldn’t I?
You were always something of a sexual voyeur.» The palm of his
hand ground against her sex and he flexed his long fingers. «I
should have tied you up beside Shaw and had you both.»
Jane tried to take a breath and found it even more difficult
than she had anticipated. Between Minshom’s weight and her
own excitement, she was barely able to function.
His other hand moved to her breasts and slid under her
waistcoat, searched for her already-hard nipples and pinched
hard. Mortified, Jane closed her eyes as a climax shook through
her beleaguered and sensually starved body.
With a curse, Minshom rolled off her and pulled her to her
feet. God, she was blushing so hard he must be able to see it
even in the darkness. She waited for the tirade about how
pathetic she was, how needy to come without even being
penetrated. Instead, he retained her hand and marched her along
SIMPLY INSATIABLE / 63
the hallway, pushed her inside his bedchamber and closed the
door.
She backed away from him and collided with the corner of his
massive oak-framed bed, had to steady her hands on the elegant
brown satin comforter. He reached her before she could get her
body to obey her and turned her face down into the side of the
bed, his hands quick and rough as he stripped off her boots and
breeches and flipped up the tails of her long white shirt.
«Don’t worry, Jane. I’ll give you want you want.»
God, what did she want? Why couldn’t she move? Why wasn’t
she screaming at him not to touch her rather than passively
allowing him to fondle her buttocks to slide his fingers between
them and rub against her wet, swollen, needy sex?
He reached across her to move the single candle into a better
position for him to look at her and uncapped a small glass bottle
with his teeth. The scent of lilacs invaded her nostrils and then
she felt the coldness of an oiled fingertip inserted in her arse.
Blaize’s teeth grazed her throat and she jumped, the smaller
ache seemingly more invasive than his finger.
«You liked being fucked here, didn’t you?» lie slid another
oiled finger alongside the first. «In truth, you were so eager to be
fucked before our marriage that this was the only way I could
appease you.»
«You make me sound like a wanton.»
«You were a wanton. You were begging for it.»
Jane moaned as he moved his two fingers back and forth,
widening her and preparing her for the far bigger penetration to
come.
«You remember what to do. Relax and breathe deeply, don’t
fight me. Not that you ever did. You allowed me every sexual
liberty I ever asked of you.» He chuckled, the cynical sound so
close it vibrated through her skull. «You even begged and
pleaded for more.»
«I wanted to please you. I was your wife.»
64 / Kate Pearce
«And you did please me.» He added a third finger. «Why do
you think I married you?»
Jane closed her eyes and focused on the motion of his fingers,
the way he pushed her mound against the hard edge of the bed
with every skilled maneuver. She knew with sudden desperate
clarity that she wasn’t going to stop him, was going to take what
he offered her, even beg if he demanded it. She had gravely
miscalculated the effect he had on her and she been denied
sexual release for far too long to give up even a small dose of it
now.
Minshom worked another finger in and admired the delicacy
of Jane’s buttocks in the candlelight; her skin was so pale he
wanted to sink his teeth into it, knew she’d probably climax again
if he did. He
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