Page 57 of A Translation of Desire
Augustus plunged into her again, gritting his teeth as he tried to go slow, but Rose grasped his arms. “Please, Augustus, faster.”
His self-control snapped, and the tempo of his movements increased. Rose wrapped her legs around him, bucking against him with every entry. She was going to climax again. His cock drove towards its own release, but he held back. She let out a loud moan, coming apart again. He drove into her over and over again, listening to her breathless, satisfied moans in his ear. His cock jerked, and he forced himself to pull out and spend.
He grabbed a cloth near the bed and cleaned them both up before lying beside her. They lay there silent. Augustus was royally fucked because, just as he suspected, he couldn’t imagine ever letting her go.
Chapter Nineteen
Rose opened hereyes and saw that the fire in the fireplace was still burning. She glanced up at the square windows high up on one of the bedchamber’s walls. They revealed a sky turning from black to a multitude of colors. It would be light out soon. Rose needed to leave. She studied the sleeping form next to her, taking pleasure in the sight of a content and sated Augustus.
Longing unfurled in her heart. She itched to lay her head on his chest. What was she thinking? Augustus wasn’t for her. Once again, she considered telling him about Lady Gillings, but decided against it. They traveled in the same circles. He would eventually find out.
Would they see each other again? Of course, they would, she answered herself, but still, she wondered if she would get the chance to spend more time in his arms. Probably not after he realized Lady Gillings was in town. A sharp pain shot through her. She would not get emotional about this man. From the very beginning, she knew all they could ever have was an interlude. He was a bloody duke, after all.
His eyes fluttered open, and her stomach dipped when he smiled at her. He pulled her down on his chest. “You aren’t leaving, are you?”
Rose closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her body against his. He stroked her back, running lazy circles over her skin.
“I have to go. I want to be home before the staff starts preparing breakfast.”
Augustus kissed the top of her head. “I enjoyed our night together.”
She lifted her head and looked down. “I did as well.”
He brushed his lips against hers before flipping them both over. She gasped when she felt his shaft push against her core. Her body instinctively arched into him. He flexed into her. “Do you think you have a few minutes to spare?”
Smiling, she said, “Perhaps a few.”
Concern flicked across his face. “Are you sore? I’ve never—”
“I’m fine.” She spread her legs further, trying to urge him into her.
He didn’t ask again but slid into her. She was so wet and ready for him. He pushed all the way in, and they both moaned. Their eyes connected. The intense connection between them sent shivers down her body.
This man would be with her long after they went their separate ways. The thought saddened her, and she didn’t want to focus on it because it meant hurt was headed her way. He pulled out of her and plunged into her again. “Christ, Rose. You are so fucking beautiful.”
She met him stroke for stroke. Every time their bodies met, the connection between them seemed to become even more heightened, not just the ache building in her body. She frantically chased her release, not wanting to focus on the heartfelt emotions swirling around them. He pushed into her and stopped, grinding against her feminine nub.
A throaty moan burst out of her, and she wrapped her legs around Augustus tighter. He did it again, and the ache in her body stepped closer to the edge of her climax. Yes, she could be happy with this. With one more thrust, she shattered. Her body hummed from her release. Augustus’s pace increased, and Rose met him stroke for stroke, hanging on to him almost desperately.
He plunged into her one more time before pulling out and finding his release. Using a cloth by the bed, he gently cleaned both of them. He rolled to his side and stared down at her, his gaze turning serious. For some mad reason, she thought he was about to say something that he would regret when he found out his first love was single and in London, likely looking for a new husband. Shooting out of the bed, she said, “I have to go.”
Augustus chuckled, unaware of the emotions swirling in her. “Calm down.”
She took a deep breath and turned around, forcing herself to smile. “While Lisbeth’s staff finds me very unconventional, they will be concerned if I don’t appear for breakfast.”
“When can we see each other again?” he asked as Rose shimmied into her chemise and drawers.
He rose, and her eyes hungrily roamed over him as he walked completely bare to her dress. Why did the man have to be so handsome? He was a duke. His body should not look the way it did! Grabbing the dress, he held it out to her so she could step into it, and once she did, he started fastening the clasps on the back.
Augustus kissed her neck. “You didn’t answer me. When can we see each other again?”
“Well, we will see each other at least when we meet with Hawley or at the grand opening of the Historical Society for Female Curators?”
He ran his mouth down her throat. “That isn’t what I meant.”
She turned and deepened the kiss, not wanting to focus on the future. Their lips pressed against each other while their tongues swirled in a decadent dance. Eventually, Augustus broke away. “If we don’t stop, we will end up back in bed.”
Rose gave him one more kiss. “We will find a time. Will you have your staff arrange a hack for me?”
