“Quite proper, Your Grace, as it should be.” The words came out in a near-breathless gasp.
“Should be,” he repeated as he moved closer with that predatory grace that never failed to make her breath catch. “But is it?”
“Henry.” His name escaped her lips as barely a whisper. “We agreed to be careful.”
“That we did.” He lifted his hand to trace the line of her jaw with feather-light touches. “Haven’t we been doing splendidly?”
She leaned into the touch despite herself, and her eyes fluttered closed.
“Your daughter is just down the hall.” She protested now, although it came out weakly.
“Learning to be a proper young lady from your grandmother,” he murmured. His thumb brushed across her lower lip. “While I am here, completely improper thoughts about you consume my every waking moment.”
“Henry.” She whined because she knew she could not resist him. “I think my grandmother has caught onto us, as well.”
“All is well,” he said. “Because I do not intend to hide this relationship.”
CHAPTER 27
“Wh—?”
Just like that, Annabelle was pressed against the library door. Henry’s mouth trailed fire down her throat as his hands worked to free her from her bodice.
“Someone could come in,” she gasped, even as she arched into his touch.
“I locked the door,” he murmured against her skin. His teeth grazed her collarbone. “So, there will be no distractions.”
“Oh.” Annabelle shuddered against him. Her nipples pebbled inside her clothes as his big hands closed over her breasts. “Oh…Oh God…”
“Will you not come to my residence, Annabelle?” He whispered against her neck while pulling at her chemise to expose herbreasts to the air. “Hm? I long to have you in my bed and see your beautiful hair spread across my pillows.”
This, he followed with a slow, languid lick of his tongue against one nipple.
“Oh!” Annabelle moaned.
Her fingers tangled into his hair to keep him there, even as the heat rushed down south to coalesce in between her legs, where she throbbed urgently.
“I think you deserve more than these stolen moments in the shadows,” he continued. His mouth closed over her breast before he sucked.
“Henry, oh God, please!” She gasped. Her legs shook.
“Hm?” He hummed with her nipple still in his mouth, and the vibration went straight to her clitoris, making her hips jerk.
“I want…you,” she moaned, and Henry groaned before rising to capture her lips again.
“God, you set me on fire,” he whispered as his hands dipped underneath her gown and underclothes to find her already wet cunt.
He ran his fingers through her slit and, holding her gaze, lifted those fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.
“Hm.” He moaned, and Annabelle’s mouth fell open in a silent scream.
“Henry…” Now, she was the one who was desperate.
She pulled at his breeches, not caring about her own earlier objections to this.
Henry chuckled darkly, but he quickly took over, pulling down his pants and codpiece to release his already bulging member. Annabelle licked her lips, and he growled.
“Heavens,” he sighed as he guided his manhood to her entrance and, without further encouragement, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.