Page 40 of The Seductive Love of a Lady
He caressed the place between her thighs with his tongue and teeth, and she swirled into the little death, her fingers curling in his soft hair. She preserved every feeling to memory, so she could recall this in the years she would spend alone.
When he slid inside her, the moan that came from her throat was half sob.
He withdrew and pressed back in, coupling with her in an enchanting intimate dance.
‘Open your eyes, darling.’
She swallowed back the urge to cry and looked into the shades of amber and honey; not seeing lies there, but love.
He withdrew from her and slid back in, weaving an excruciating bliss into her blood.
‘I love you,’ he said.
You do not!
‘I am such a fool. I will be a better a man, I swear it. We will work things out between us.’
Mary shut her eyes, and let the blissful sensations help her to forget his deceit and betrayal, suspending herself in a moment in time, and expressing her love for him.
As his pace quickened, she clung to his shoulders, her fingertips pressing into his skin at each invasion. It would not be long before she broke again. Her hands ran down his back, feeling the movement of the muscles beneath his skin, reaching to his buttocks. His movement changed from long strokes to a quick pulse. Her thighs clenched as the sound from her mouth became a tremble, and then her conclusion came in a rush.
His muscles locked hard and a deep sound of relief ripped from his throat. Then she could feel him shaking between her thighs. His forehead fell to her shoulder for a moment, and his weight settled more heavily on her.
It was over. She would never know this again.
He withdrew and tumbled onto his back, pulling her on top of him, holding her close.
Her head rested on his chest, in the position she had once thought was heaven.
‘I am sorry I hurt you.’ His voice rumbled in his chest, as his hand stroked across her hair. ‘It will not happen again. It will be different now. I promise. Do not leave me.’
So,that was the reason for this. He was fighting to make her stay. A public separation and divorce would embarrass him. She no longer cared. She planned to go back to her parents’ estate and never come back to London.
But for now… she clung to him and pretended to her heart that he loved her as he whispered false promises and talked of finding a home somewhere quiet in the country.
She did not think he noticed she had not spoken.
But when he rolled her onto her back and leaned to kiss her, as though he would make love again, the time had come to stop dreaming and face what was real.
‘I am hungry, Andrew.’
He smiled. His caring smile – not the roguish one. ‘I am being selfish, keeping you in bed. I have a lot to learn.’ He turned away and threw back the covers. ‘But I shall learn, Mary. I will get your breakfast. Stay here.’
He got up, gloriously naked, his body so beautiful. He pulled on his shirt, then disappeared. He returned with a plate of buttered bread and sliced ham, and a cup of chocolate.
She sat upright and leaned against the bedhead.
‘Would you like to ride with me after breakfast?’ he asked, leaving the room again.
‘No, thank you!’ she called. ‘Milly will help me dress while you are gone!’And help me leave.
He returned with a full plate for himself and sat at the end of the bed, one knee raised so he faced her, looking as though he had never told a lie in his life.
‘Would you rather I stayed here?’
‘No.’ He had to go out, because she had to leave.
‘Then I will go riding and afterwards we will visit your family, thank them for their advice, and tell them we are very happy.’
