Page 50 of A Governess' Unbridled Passion
She could make out his silhouette seated on the edge of her bed as he leaned over her.
“I am here to … to protect you … m ... my English rose,” he said, slurring his words.
“Lord Phillip! Are you drunk? I must insist that you leave this room immediately,” she said out loud, pulling up the blankets to cover herself. “I need no protection other than from you.”
“I am protect … tecting … you from that … eeevil woman,” he slurred, followed by a hiccup.
“Please, Lord Phillip! You have got yourself drunk and come to the wrong room,” she pleaded with him, trying to push him away.
But he remained seated on her bed, refusing to budge. “No, my love, my English rose, I know which room I am in,” he told her as he laid down and put his head on the spare pillow by her side. “I have also come to assure you that I love you so very much. Oh ... and to find out why you are so angry with me?”
“I am not angry with you, but I will be if you do not get out of my room,” she said, looking down at him as she remained sitting up. “You are making far too much noise to be in here.”
“Sshhh … let me have a single kiss, and I will leave, I promise. Though I have missed you so much this day,” he pleaded, laying on his side to look her way. “If you are angry at the rumours of my marrying that stepsister of mine, none of it is true, I promise you.”
“Then it is not true?” she questioned with relief, laying her head on the pillow so they were face to face. She looked into his eyes and noticed a twinkle in the darkness.
He stroked her cheek as he looked back at her, “All lies! Most likely spread around by the witch woman from France.” He grinned at her, and she could see his teeth, which caused her to snigger a little.
“And you promise that you are not lying to me?” She checked again with a glimmer of hope that all was not lost.
“Alice, how could you doubt my love for you?” he asked, and she thought he sounded genuinely hurt.
Laying his head on her breasts, she ruffled his dark locks, running her fingers through his thick hair.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me feel,” she told him as he turned his head to kiss her.
And there it was … that irresistible attraction that bewitched every part of her soul. Was it love or lust? Whatever it was, she could not fight it. His usual aroma of strong leather and fresh peppermint was almost concealed by the alcohol he’d overindulged in.
As the warm kiss ended, Lord Phillip shifted around and soon slipped under Alice’s blankets, his hands squeezing her breasts.
“I have longed to come and speak with you,” he told her. “You were angry with me, and I had to know what upset you.”
“I heard gossip in the modiste shop in Ripon today,” she divulged. “They are saying that you are to marry …”
Before she got the words out, his lips pressed to her mouth once again.
“Sshhh … Do not talk of her. She is nothing to me, my love,” he assured her as he moved his mouth from hers. “I want to tell them all to go away, but I know a duke cannot behave in such a manner. I must tread with care for the sake of the children.”
“Good. Then we agree that they should be your priority. I am pleased that you are careful not to retaliate,” she said, stroking his unshaven cheek.
“You and the children are all I care about,” he replied, and she felt his words were genuine.
She always felt that he was honest when she was with him. It wasn’t until after they parted that doubt would set into her mind.
And when they were alone, she wanted nothing but to yield to his attention. Even now, he’d managed to slip his hand up her nightdress. As he tweaked her naked breasts, she felt a tremor shiver through her body. His other hand rubbed between her legs, and his tongue licked delicious circles around her nipple. As Alice’s passions grew stronger, she arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth so he’d lick it harder.
“Hmmm …” she moaned, and it encouraged him to nibble her naked skin.
The sensation of light discomfort hit every nerve in her body, and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning further. He placed his hand over her mouth to hush her sounds, and that motion excited her even more. She was becoming braver in their lovemaking, and she let her arm slide down the sheets. Finding what she was searching for, she allowed her fingers to fondle the bulge between his legs.
His manhood pressed hard against his pants, and she deftly undid the lace to release his throbbing manhood. The hard shaft fell into her hands, skin on skin, which was something she’d never done before.
Alice wanted to feel the shape in her fingers, and as she did so, her hands wandered further down between his legs. There, she dared to allow her fingertips to stroke his hairy balls. It intrigued her to discover how different a man was from a woman.
Many times, she’d ventured with her fingers between her legs, and in her youth, she’d discovered how to rub her parts and pleasure herself. Now, though, she wondered if there was a way to pleasure a man with her hands, and she stroked his throbbing shaft. His moaning confirmed to her that she was doing something right, and she leaned over to kiss his hairy chest, taking in his musky aroma.
Working her way down his body, she soon arrived at his soft belly, pecking his naked skin with her lips. As she arrived at his manhood, a new aroma hit her nose, and she liked it very much. But before continuing, she reached down and peeled his pants from his legs.
