Page 51 of A Governess' Unbridled Passion
All the while, Lord Phillip laid his arms behind the back of his head as a deep moaning sound escaped his lips. This confirmed to Alice that she was pleasuring him in all the right ways.
Like he had previously done to her, she kissed the inside of his legs, which she knew was a sensitive area. Making her way up his legs, she soon arrived at his inner thighs. The stubby hairs tickled her nose, but the deep, musky smell was irresistible, and she decided she wanted a taste.
Probing her tongue, she felt the heaviness of his balls, but the hairs made it awkward to get to the skin she so desired. Pushing on, she was not to be put off by the hairs and flicked her tongue on the heavy pouch between his legs. Again, her lover elicited deep moans, and she was delighted to hear the sound. It served to assure her that she was doing it all right.
Soon her tongue was at the bottom of his hard shaft, and she could feel it pulsating under her tongue. With a ferocious need to lick it, she did so and soon arrive at the end of his manhood. There she discovered a small dint and prodded it with her wet tongue.
That was it; she couldn’t resist putting the whole shaft into her mouth. Careful of her teeth, she engulfed his manhood, using her mouth to suck on the throbbing shape. It felt deliciously wicked to be doing such a thing, causing her to tingle between her legs. Her lover relished in her attention as his moans and grunts proved so.
As her head bobbed up and down on his thick member, she felt a hand moving her head away. A light popping sound came from her lips as her mouth was pulled off his manly shaft. Her lover manoeuvred her to lay on her back as he positioned himself between her legs.
His stiffness, the same stiffness she’d just been worshipping with her mouth, now probed at her quim. Within seconds she felt him thrust deep into her, and now it was her turn to moan lustily.
She soon merged into his rhythm, taking in the sweet sensations the movement gave her. Together, they built up the crescendo until she knew she couldn’t keep up the speed for much longer because it was exhausting.
But it was worth every ounce of effort as her body began to spasm, and she received her reward. At the same time, her lover climaxed too. In unison, they each called out in their wild throes of passion. Alice felt as if she was floating in a wonderful place. But as the quivering moments faded, they collapsed into one another’s arms.
“Never ever believe that I do not love you, Alice, my English rose,” he told her, panting as he moved his body from atop hers to lay by her side.
She, too, was panting and said nothing in return, taking in all that had just happened. If this was true love, she wanted more of it.
Lord Phillip sat up and looked down at Alice, “I had better go unless you want me to stay?” he asked her.
“No, you cannot risk staying,” she answered, knowing that others would look upon her as a duke’s mistress.
Clambering from her bed, he pulled up his pants before leaning over to kiss her cheek.
“I love you, Miss Alice,” he whispered. “I know I am drunk, but I will still love you tomorrow and every day after that.”
He didn’t wait for an answer as he moved away and left her room. Once his presence was gone, Alice knew she could never say no to Lord Phillip because he ruled her heart. Being his mistress was not a position she coveted; should she leave? Was that the only way out of this trap?
But Lord Phillip wasn’t the only reason she needed to flee. The last thing she wanted was to work under Lady Davina because the French woman would make her life hell.
Chapter 26
Phillip left Miss Alice’s room, though he wished he didn’t need to leave. Nothing was better than making love with the woman who held his heart. He was glad to have sobered up and carefully closed her bedchamber door, only to feel a tap on his shoulder. Swiftly turning around, all he could see at first was a dark silhouette. But a familiar scent drifted his way, and alarm bells rang out in his head; it was his stepsister.
“I suggest we go to your room, Phillip,” she whispered with vehemence on her tongue. “Unless you wish to wake up the entire household?”
He should have told her to mind her own business there and then, but he didn’t. Instead, he followed her along the corridor until she opened the door to his bedchamber. She stood aside to let him enter first. Once in the room, he lit an oil lamp, illuminating her features as she approached him.
She was a beautiful woman, there was no denying that, but the sneer on her lips was enough to scare away even the bravest of men. Not that he feared her, there were few things he feared in life, but he did fear for Miss Alice. The woman before him could make her life hell, though he would never allow it to get to that.
“Well, Davina, whatever you want to speak about, do be quick,” he prompted. “I would like to get to my bed.”
“You should have thought of that before you entered the servant’s bed,” she retorted. His stepsister looked pleased with herself now that she had confirmed his deepest secrets.
“I do not see how that has anything to do with you, Davina,” he snapped, preparing himself for her pushiness.
“I knew that governess was a wanton woman,” Lady Davina began with her expected insults. “You cannot see what she is trying to do to you because you are blinded by lust. We French know all about the art of seduction.”
“Oh, and I am sure you see everything I am blind to,” he countered.
Struggling to hold his temper, he took himself over to a large leather chair; this would be a long night.
“When I give you my advice, Phillip, it is always with your best interests at heart,” she continued. While Lady Davina remained standing, she moved over to stare down at him. “On this matter, I must request that you dismiss the governess. It is for your own good that I am suggesting this.”
“I cannot deny that you have been useful in assisting me on my return to England. But when it comes to my private life, you are not required to give any advice, Davina,” he snapped, lifting his voice a notch as he finished the sentence.
