Page 53 of Ironvine

ChapterTwenty-Two

Charles

Swift plunder waswhat he excelled at, was it not?

She stood before him in her chemise, her beautiful breasts, the curve of her waist clearly visible.

“Dammit, Georgie. On the chaise, now.” She quickly did as he directed, scrambling atop the wide and long chaise. His balls pounded with her quick and eager obedience. His hand went under her chemise, sliding against silken skin. She drew in a breath as he pushed past her bloomers…

“Of course, you’re wearing these French garments.”

“I am a fashionable young lady.”

He loosened them and slid his hand over her mound. “You are most certainly a lady.”

“Oh…” Her nails dug into his arms, her hips tilting.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?”

“In fact, yes, I have—”

“Hmm.” His fingers sank into her luscious, untouched by any man quim. Wetness slicked through his fingers as they churned and stroked. Her breathing grew ragged. Her hips twisted. She was excited. He was delirious.

She let out a low moan. “It’s quite different when you do it. Oh…oh….”

He grinned against her skin. He would be her first. Not Hugh. Not anyone else. Him.

He’d never before been any woman’s first. Ever.

She was not a servant, not a prostitute, not someone else’s wife. This wasGeorgie. Georgie was giving herself to him to claim, and he was claiming her for his very own.

His heart thudded in his chest. Georgie was now his to protect, his to marry, to pleasure, to reap his pleasure from. His blood roared in his veins. His cock was painfully hard, his pulse beating jagged and wild.

“Charles…what should I do?”

His mouth brushed hers, and she didn’t close her eyes. She held his gaze. His thumb stroked her beautiful lips. His cock demanded freedom. Freedom to plunder, to claim.

Plunder or no, he would be good to her.

“Georgie, are you aware of how this is done?”

“I am. My sister told me—”

“Don’t talk to me about her or anyone else at this very moment.”

“I am aware of how this works.” Her jaw was firm. She was resolute.

His fingertips stroked along that hard line of jaw. “I am going to do something to make this first time easier for you.”

“Oh? Yes, thank you.”

“So polite.” He let out a short laugh. “I want it to be as enjoyable as possible for you in this short amount of time.” His fingers dipped into her wet cunny as he held her burning gaze. She was on the edge of a new world with him. “Hold onto me.”

“What are you—OH!” She gripped his shoulders.

His face sank between her legs, and she cried out, her body twisting in his hold. His tongue lashed over her, swirling through her centre, teasing her sweet nub.

Georgina whimpered, her body tensing, jerking in his hold. “I did not know that one could…ooh!”

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