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This was exactly the response to the question she had been asking herself. His fingers flicked over her soft mound as she instinctively spread her legs for him. She didn’t need to think. Her body was doing everything on its own, reacting to his touch on instinct. Her hands rested on his shoulders, keeping him close, as if this was nothing but a dream, and if she relinquished the grip she had on him, she might wake up.
“I wanted you to touch me, too…” she dared to say, wanting to get completely lost in the moment.
Upon hearing those words, he pulled away, grinning. She had never thought him more handsome than at that very moment. That devilish smile locked her heart for anyone else, and the key was nowhere to be found.
“Like this?” he asked mischievously, bringing his lips to her ear and gently tugging at her earlobe while his fingers found the wet folds of her most intimate flesh, a place she had herself only touched a few times, but never knew that someone else’s touch might awaken such tidal waves of pleasure.
His lips found hers again, crashing against them. Slowly, she felt his finger spreading her, making her feel more desirous and beautiful than ever before. She was awash in senses of all kinds. She was blossoming right in his hands as his long finger parted her wet seam. He slid into her, finding that throbbing, needy center that made her gasp with pleasure. Without even thinking, her hips bucked against his hand, wanting more, needing more.
He knew exactly what he was doing. Those quick pulses that drew in and out of her left her yearning for release, for that explosion of warmth that would overwhelm her in ways she could never describe.
“Tell me if you want me to stop…” she heard him murmur against her neck as his warm breath spilled onto her delicate skin.
As if such a thing would even be possible. She never wanted him to stop, and he knew it well, the wicked man. She loved everything he was doing to her, and she didn’t want him to stop, not now, not ever.
“Don’t stop,” she managed to murmur, much to his evident pleasure.
He was applying more pressure now, his finger sliding into her while the other flicked over her swollen bud, creating more friction. She relished the sound she could hear and that wetness resulting from his touch. Sensing her need, he moved faster and faster. His teeth found her tongue, biting it gently.
She was so close. Her entire body felt as if it were on fire. He used more fingers now, rubbing her swollen bud, breathing harder and harder.
“Yes, yes…” she moaned, closing her eyes.
She was already on the precipice, and all she could feel were his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his hot breath spilling all over her, tormenting her. It was then that the sensation hit her likea tidal wave, an explosion of heat threatening to make her come undone. It was nothing short of blissful.
Her entire body trembled. It tightened down to her very core, allowing that warm explosion to spread everywhere. Slowly, her body untensed. It relaxed, with his fingers still gently caressing her most intimate flesh. The last tremors of pleasure oozed out of her, but he didn’t pull away yet.
He was still kissing her, smiling against her lips. A moment later, it happened. Her gown fell down, hiding what was a moment ago laid bare for his pleasure. No…forhers.
She was smiling, too. In fact, she couldn’t do anything else but smile and breathe heavily, allowing for that sensation of serenity to slowly find her amidst the chaos of pleasure she had just experienced. Only now did she become aware of the silence that seemed to reign all around them. There was no more ringing inside her mind. Just tranquility.
She didn’t know what to say, still lingering in his arms. After all, whatwasthere to say?
She took a step back, looking down at her gown, wondering if she was in a presentable state because she certainly didn’t feel like she was. Her hair was probably a mess. There were numerous wrinkles on her gown. Her cheeks were mo,st certainly the most crimson shade of red. But he was still smiling, and so was she. That was all that mattered.
“It’s late,” she said the first thing that popped to mind, finding the silence to be slowly overwhelming. “I…I’d best retire to bed.”
He seemed to ponder it for a moment, when he nodded.
“Of course…Good night, Miss Wycliffe,” he still had that smile, bowing respectfully toward her.
“Good night, my lord,” she replied, fumbling to find her way out of the library and rushing to hide within the confines of her chamber with a heart that was still beating wildly, realizing a terrifying truth, which had so far been hiding inside the confines of her heart. After this evening, it was peering from the darkness, searching for a way out.
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Amelia was falling in love with him.
Chapter 14
Amelia could not sleep one wink the previous night. Yet, she felt as though she had. Her every step echoed the excitement, the thrill, the sheer delight from the previous night, a subtle hum of anticipation for more vibrating through her very being. As she delved into the day’s lessons with Anna, her enthusiasm radiated, infusing the room with an animated atmosphere.
The lesson began with literature, as Amelia introduced Anna to the enchanting worlds crafted by timeless authors. The words came alive, painting vivid pictures in their minds, and discussions flowed seamlessly between governess and pupil. The joy of discovery sparkled in Anna’s eyes as she absorbed the tales spun by the written word.
Transitioning to the sciences, they explored the wonders of nature and the intricacies of the world around them. Amelia’s explanations were a blend of eloquence and simplicity, tailored to Anna’s inquisitive mind. They marveled at the intricacies of flora and fauna, nurturing a fascination for the interconnectedness of life.
When Amelia closed the last book, they both seemed to gaze out the window at the same time. She thought to propose a departure from the structured confines of study according to books.
“How about we take our lesson beyond these walls and venture into the enchanting embrace of the manor’s gardens?” she suggested, feeling beyond thrilled to seize the day that lay ahead of them.
Anna’s eyes widened with anticipation as she eagerly agreed, the prospect of an outdoor lesson adding a new layer of intrigue to their day. Together, they gracefully made their way to the garden, the air fragrant with the sweet perfume of blooming flowers. The manicured paths led them beneath arches of climbing roses, their delicate fragrance perfuming the air. Tall, ancient trees stood as silent sentinels, their branches creating a dappled canopy that danced with sunlight.
