Page 16 of A Wicked Viscount's Stormy Affair
Sophie twisted her body onto her side, the friction of touching herself intensifying. She gripped the sheets while she thrust against her hand, picturing that tall, handsome, broad shouldered man stripping down to show her everything that he had on offer as well.
He wanted her, she could see it, and now he was climbing up the bed to claim her, like a predator coming to devour his prey. But Sophie was a very willing prey, eager to be consumed by him.
She tossed her head back, pumping her soaking wet fingers as the pressure of pleasure built within her.
Her toes curled, her stomach flip flopped, and there were butterflies flapping at her core as she drew nearer to the pinnacle of desire with every passing second.
Thoughts of George flooded all of her, every part of her body tingled for this man, she was breathless and dizzy for him. It took every scrap of will power not to scream out his name. The last thing she wanted to do was wake up her whole family at this truly inappropriate moment…
But then she fell, and she lost all control of herself entirely. All she could do was cry out for him.
The burning hot bliss crashed through her as her body convulsed with intense pleasure. Her heart pounded violently, threatening to escape her body as she basked in the glorious desire ofhim. She felt like she was on fire, sizzling and burning in the best way possible. It was a sensation that she never wanted to end, and she knew if this dream were ever to become a reality, that she would yearn for it to last for the rest of her existence.
Chapter 7
In the end, Sophie had chosen a sky blue colored gown with a cinched waist line and lacy details around the neck line and sleeves. It made her feel like a princess, which was exactly the feel that she wanted as she finally came out in London. And at the Thompson ball, which she hoped would be a lot like the daydreams she had been having.
Well, maybe notallthe daydreams… perhaps she was not quite ready for that just yet.
But reality did not immediately live up to expectation because Sophie did not know anyone at the ball. She had not yet grown close to any of the lovely ladies and fine looking gentleman circling around the hall. She felt far more anxious that she thought she might. It was wonderful to have her parents there with her, but it did not feel right that they were the only people she knew.
In Sweden, she had a lot of friends. She was always surrounded by people. Perhaps she would find a way to have that in London, but it was obviously going to take some time.
“Excuse me, is it true?”
Sophie was a little surprised at the directness of the pretty, blonde, duchess-like woman who approached her without caution. She parted her lips, about to ask some follow up questions, but there was something about the fire burning in her eyes that made Sophie a little nervous.
“Are you related to royalty?”
Ah. And there it was.
The question that, of course, would draw many people towards her, but might not always be the right person.
Sophie was a little hesitant, but she nodded.
“Oh my! Swedish royalty,” she replied a little too loudly in Sophie’s opinion. “That is terribly interesting…”
Everyone around them stared. Some of them even whispered in a terribly obvious manner, which Sophie found rather uncouth. She might have been a part of the whispers in the past, but she did not so much care for being on the receiving end of them.
Within moments, Sophie was surrounded.
Now that the ton had learned of her identity, she had become hot property. It had gone from one extreme to another, and truthfully, Sophie was a little overwhelmed. But she wanted to make the best of her life here in London and she wanted to make as many friends as possible, so she did her best to navigate all the attention. She answered all the questions asked of her, and accepted all the gentlemen’s offers for a dance.
Being on the ballroom dance floor was a lot of fun. She very much enjoyed the partners that she danced with, they all seemed to have a lot of nice things to say to her. It was just a shame that she did not feel any kind of sparking attraction with any of them. There was not one gentleman that she hoped would be interested in her.
Sophie knew why as well.
Because none of them werehim.
With a slight sense of dejection resting in her chest, Sophie took a moment away from the dance floor to get a beverage from the refreshment table. Truth be told, she also wanted to take one more look around to see if George was in attendance. She had been so certain that this would be the place where their paths would cross again, and it was truly frustrating that he did not seem to be at the Thompson ball.
“My goodness, that was quite the ambush, was it not?” Sophie turned to find a very friendly looking red haired woman grinning at her. “I saw Lady Emily Black earlier on. The moment she heard that you were someone important, she descended upon you with all her pretentious friends.”
Sophie could not help but laugh at this remark. My, the women in London were direct! But this directness felt much more friendly and welcoming.
“I am Lady Katherine Johnson,” she said with a big grin. “And you are…?”
“Lady Sophie Dashwood. It is nice to meet you.”
