The Girl is Not For Christmas - Emma V Leech Page 0,106
will do it, but let me have this. I feel like I might die if I never know how it feels to be with you.”
“Livvy,” he said, his heart breaking. He felt the same way, but he didn’t think he could do it, didn’t think he could sacrifice her, or allow her to give up their future. The children must be safe, but… but surely he could find another way. He would strip the castle bear if he must, sell every painting, every stick of furniture, his soul if it came to it, but he could not give her up. “Livvy,” he said again, needing to tell her, but she pressed her mouth to his.
“No. Stop talking,” she commanded. “Kiss me.”
King laughed, unable to deny her anything, and there was time enough to talk, to convince her to take a chance on him. It would take some persuading, he didn’t doubt. She loved him, but to put the children’s future in his hands, a man with his reputation. Livvy would worry for them and rightfully so, worry he might start drinking again and let them down. For once, King was not afraid. He had something to fight for now, something to believe in, and he would not mess it up.
The ribbon tying her nightgown up slid free with ease, and King watched with his heart thudding as the material tumbled to the floor. He went to touch her and hesitated.
“Is George…” he began anxiously.
Livvy laughed. “There’s nothing on earth that will wake him tonight, but I did lock your door just in case.”
Still he hesitated, remembering the children sleeping on the floor above.
“There is no shame in loving me, King,” she whispered, moving into his embrace.
King smiled, unable to refuse her anything and contenting himself with the knowledge that he would make it right. He would do whatever it took to persuade her, but Livvy would be his wife. She would be his. He would make certain of it.
He lifted her into his arms, making her gasp as he swung her legs up and carried her to the bed. Her hands slid over his shoulders, down his arms and she sighed happily.
“So strong.”
King chuckled and lay her down and concentrated on making his wife to be lose her mind.
Livvy was dazed and gasping, clutching at the bed. Good heavens. The man was utterly wicked, depraved, the king of sin indeed. It was marvellous. When she had seen him naked, she had simply wanted, with such force she had trembled with it. Not that it had been the first time she’d seen him naked, but it was the first time she had been able to properly study him. He was magnificent. His shoulders were broad, his arms thick and strong enough to lift her with ease, and his chest… Oh. His skin was hot like the summer sun burning upon stone, that dark hair that rasped so deliciously against her breasts curling about her fingers, and then there were the superb proportions of his… well, his everything. He was perfection.
His hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere, and she had simply closed her eyes and allowed him to do as he would with her. It had been a revelation. He had already sent her body into a burst of rapture, forcing her to turn her head into the pillow to smother her cries, but now he was kissing a path down her body, his tongue painting decadent patterns over her belly and moving lower and… and she believed she knew where he was going. Her mind became a blank, anything resembling a coherent thought lost to her as King sought out her most intimate flesh and…
“Hush, love,” he murmured, the amusement in his voice audible. “You’ll wake the house.”
“What did you expect? How am I supposed to…” she retorted, but the words trailed off as he went back to work and she arched beneath him. There was nothing but sensation, the warmth of his mouth and the slick slide of his tongue, and oh good heavens she would lose her mind. Now his fingers had joined his bid to turn her brain to jelly, and Livvy gasped as his clever hands caressed her in a new and intriguing way. The excited gathering sensation that his touch commanded was rippling through her once more, beckoning her on and…
Suddenly he stopped and Livvy blinked into the dim light, disappointed.
“King?” she said, sitting up and almost head butting him in the process as he