Page 115 of Ironvine

“I asked if you liked watching him.”

Her eyes widened. A new idea. “Watching them kiss and…”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy watching Amanda?” she asked.

Tightening his grip on her hand, he stopped before two marble figures in the throes of a passionate embrace. The male bore wings which were stretched out over himself and his lover. “This is the one.”

“Eros and Psyche?”

“Very good.”

Her shoulders eased as she pored over the marble statue. “Extraordinary.”

“When I was a boy, the Duke’s father would have holiday parties to which we as a family would be invited. One was at Christmas and the other was a very grand picnic on the summer solstice. On these occasions, Hugh and I would sneak in here, sneak all over the house really. But we especially liked it in here. We’d chase each other around the statues, ogle at them.”

“Were they your first introduction to the female form?”

He let out a chuckle. “They weren’t a flat drawing or a painting, and they were over life-size, and…we could touch them,” he whispered as if it were an illicit secret, and she laughed. “This one, in particular, would fascinate me. Eros and Psyche are in the throes of their wild passion, so utterly focused on one another. Yet unlike Apollo and Daphne whose plight is tainted with menace, there’s a tenderness here between these two, do you not think so?”

“I do, yes.” A small smile lifted her lips.

“I always felt as if I were intruding on them, on their intimacy.”

Georgina’s breathing grew heavier. “They’re both enraptured with one another—there’s anticipation, excitement, and vulnerability all at once. I can feel it.”

“Yes. They’ve just fallen in passionate love and are about to come together for the first time.” Taking her hand in his, he brought their fingers to Psyche’s bare breast where Cupid stroked her. The cool smooth as silk stone under his touch along with Georgie’s hot fingers in his had his heart thrumming in his chest. He pressed himself against her back, his hard cock nestling perfectly in her rear, and she let out a small gasp as she pressed back. He’d answered her ache. Her body relaxed against his as their fingers continued their trail over the long curve of Psyche’s bare hip.

“Tell me what you’re thinking?” he whispered.

“The transitions between the different parts of her body are so…”

He let out a laugh. Of course, she was aching for the sculpture.

“I’m sorry, you meant…”

“Go on. Tell me.”

She guided his hand. “Here—from hip to waist. So soft, so incredibly smooth…yet it’s marble.” Their hands trailed along the curve of Eros’s arm embracing his love. “How he adores her.”

“He does.”

She guided their fingers along the edge of one of Eros’s stiff and sturdy outstretched wings. “His wings show how aroused he is, but I feel they also show how his desire to protect her and protect their love.”

“I agree.” His free hand cupped a breast, stroking her, and she let out a small moan that stirred his blood. He felt the same way about Georgina, didn’t he? A fierce desire fused with a fierce need to protect her. He nipped at her ear lobe and she shivered in his hold.

Georgina led Charles’s fingers over Psyche’s arse cheeks, which were pulled tight as she surged up at Cupid, her arms reaching for him and his promised kiss, anticipating his embrace. “What an ecstatic union this shall be…every line tells us that.” She brought their fingers around Psyche’s thigh, over her belly, along Cupid’s arm down to his hand which gripped his lover’s chest. “Do you feel it, Charles?” her voice vibrated with yearning, with craving.

He craved.

His arm wrapped around her waist, and Charles held Georgina close, her orange blossom scent filling his senses, the warmth of her skin enflaming him. “I feel it. I feel you, my Georgie,” he breathed.

Stroking the edge of his jaw, she tilted her head towards him and her lips found his. Sweet silk.

On a groan he adjusted her in his hold and took her mouth, his tongue plundering, ravaging. Her taste drove him on for more friction, more sensation. Turning in his hold, she drew her arms around his middle, nestling her body into his on a whimper that sent his mind stuttering and his cock hardening.

There in the shadows, the flickering dim light of the torches glinting over the shiny curves and plains of marble at their side, Charles and Georgina became one in their greed for each other’s flesh, their need for—

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