Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season #3) - Helen Hardt Page 0,59
then this Alexandra, the one he knew at night, the one who made love to him like a vixen, with everything she was, who accepted him, who gave in to his needs and met them with her own.
Which Alexandra was he in love with? For this was love. This was the feeling he had grasped for but that had never materialized with Rose. And now it had hit him like a steam engine, taking him over.
He smiled. There were not two Alexandras. He was in love with every part of her, even her impulsiveness and self-centeredness. It wasn’t even self-centeredness, really. Her childhood had been hell, and she was determined never to relive it. What he had mistaken for self-centeredness was impulsiveness, strength, and the willingness to go after what she wanted at all costs.
Oh, she was beautiful, outside and in. Her strength alone was enough to make him love her.
He turned to her, brushing his hand across her cheek. It was time to say the words.
“Alexandra…”
She arched her eyebrows. “Yes?”
“I love you.”
She opened her mouth, but he placed two fingers upon her lips, quieting her.
“I love you and only you. I have fallen so hopelessly in love with you that I can’t imagine life without you.”
She smiled, her perfect beauty radiant in the moonlight streaming in from the window. “I love you too, Evan.”
His heart soared. They would be together. They would be married. He pressed his lips lightly over hers.
“Come back to bed now,” she said. “Being with you is so wonderful. I adore it, and I adore you. There is absolutely no reason why we can’t continue our liaison once I marry Mr. Landon.”
Confessions of Lady Prudence
by Madame O
Dearest Amelia,
Unfortunately, Lars was occupied during my next art lesson, and Christophe did not bring Mr. Peck with him either. Fortunately, I was able to persuade Hattie to join us.
I told her that my “guest” and I would be requiring tea half an hour into our lesson, and to just enter without knocking. I was tempted to dispense with the lesson altogether, but I couldn’t get Christophe too excited too quickly. I had to get him just right to the edge before Hattie interrupted us. We discussed color and light for a bit, and finally, when Hattie was due to enter within about five minutes, I turned to my handsome instructor, grabbed his cock through his britches, and melded my mouth to his.
His member rose instantaneously, and I fondled him through the fabric as our tongues dueled together. A few moments later, he turned me around and fumbled with the fasteners on my dress. When he brushed it over my shoulders and began loosening my corset, Hattie entered.
Her cheeks turned crimson at the sight of us. “My lady, I do beg pardon.”
I smiled. “Please bring the tea in, Hattie. Monsieur Bertrand and I would love to partake of it later.”
Hattie walked toward the table, her gaze cast downward, and set down the tea tray. She turned.
“Hattie dear, do not leave yet.”
She stopped but did not turn around.
“Please, dear Hattie, come here to me. I have told Monsieur Bertrand all about you, and he is very excited to make your acquaintance.”
Hattie turned, her cheeks still crimson, her bottom lip red and pouty.
“Do not be fearful,” said I. “Please, do come to me.”
As Christophe continued to loosen my corset, Hattie moved forward. When I could reach her, I pulled her to me and kissed her sweet red lips.
She sighed into me and opened, giving me her tongue. I still wonder at the differences between men and women, dear Amelia. While the kisses I have shared with men are succulent and amazing, those I have shared with you and now with Hattie are sweeter and gentler, so very innocent. Once she warmed up, we passionately kissed together. She wasn’t wearing a corset, and when Christophe divested me of my own, her nipples hardened against my bosom.
Oh, Amelia, how much I wanted to taste that sweet little quim! But I was determined to let Christophe have his reward that I had promised him a few lessons go.
I broke the kiss. “Dearest Hattie, would you please help me undress Monsieur Bertrand?”
“My lady…”
“Have I ever made you do anything you didn’t want to do?”
“No, of course not, my lady.” She cast her gaze downward once again.
I tipped her chin upward. “And you need not do anything you don’t want to do now,” said I. “You are free to leave. If you want to.”