Page 11 of The Seductive Love of a Lady
She shook her head and pushed away the hand that lifted. ‘No. I am in control tonight.’ She had contemplated this when he used his mouth and teeth on her. He had reacted once whenshe touched his tip accidentally. It would put her in complete control. The great seducer – toppled by his own tricks.
If her marriage was to work it would be with her as an equal, and she knew exactly how to make her husband pay attention. If she took control of him physically, he would view her differently.
She pressed her palms on the arms of the chair, lifted her legs.
‘Don’t go?—’
She pressed her fingertip to his lips to silence him. Then lowered herself to the floor, kneeling in front of him. His eyes burned bright, gleaming in the lamplight as she released the buttons securing his flap.
This would change the balance of everything between them…
Drew forgot his pain – forgot about anything but this beautiful woman he loved. This was the prim Miss Mary Marlow. His fingernails scratched into the arms of the chair. No, this was Lady Framlington. Perhaps his name had tainted her.
This morning, she cried when he made love to her. This evening…
‘You do not have to do this.’ His voice came out as a whisper. His arousal was agony.
She ignored him.
When her lips encompassed him, he gritted his teeth and his fingers wrapped around the arms of the chair and clung to it. As she caressed him, with her lips, mouth and tongue, he slipped the comb out of her hair, set it aside and pulled out the pins, one by one. A stream of ebony hair fell across his legs as he removed each pin.
‘Mary, darling,’ he groaned, threading his fingers through her hair.
She focused on what she was doing, ignoring his responses.
‘Mary…’ His hips took up her rhythm – claiming what she gave. ‘Mary.’ He was going to come undone. His hands clasped her shoulders, urging her to stop. He could not bear it.
She would not stop.
He shut his eyes, gritted his teeth, and fought against it…Damn it. ‘Mary!’He came into her mouth in an overwhelming rush, his hands clasping fistfuls of her hair.
A deep breath pulled into his lungs and his fingers slipped free from her hair as sanity returned. He could not believe his respectable wife had done this to him.
She stood. ‘Now you know how it feels to be seduced,’ she said, and left him in the chair, hot and drained.
Lord… She could seduce him any time she wanted to.
‘Mary?’ He wanted to rise and follow her but his limbs refused to obey.
She walked into the bedroom, without looking back at him.
Had that been a lesson? If so, he had not learned it.
After a moment, he secured his flap and followed her.
She was undressing. ‘Mary, I love?—’
‘Don’t spoil it,’ she answered bluntly, glancing at him.
He crossed the room and caught her arm to make her listen. ‘I do love you.’
Tears glistened in her eyes. ‘You do not have to lie any more, you have my money. I know you like me, that is enough.’
‘I am not lying!’ How could she have done that, then act like it meant nothing? Other women had done the same of course, but it had never felt like that, because love changed everything. Of course, she was innocent, and she would not know the difference.
That rigid gaze of hers, that she had learned from the Dukes in her family, said,let go of me. He did so.
He carried her up here thinking they could be happy, yet, already she had discovered he was a selfish rake who could be manipulated with sex. There was a desire to go in search of his friends and sink his sorrows in his cups. They would still be in the clubs.
