Queen of my Hart - Emily Royal Page 0,17

his wife might be, and she must be removed from London with all haste.

Removed for her own well-being. Tucked away in the country, in the confines of Molineux Manor, she’d want for nothing, and she’d be safe. She may be the last woman he wanted for a wife, but he had no wish to make her life a living misery. He’d seen the bruises on her wrist. And he’d seen the fear in her eyes each time she looked at him. She was like an injured animal—and he was the last person in the world capable of giving her comfort.

But, for now, as promised, he would give her pleasure.

He grasped the bedsheet and pulled it back. At first, she resisted, then she met his gaze and yielded. Though she was thin, her body had lovely curves. Her breasts were full and shapely, and the prospect of tasting them pleased him. His gaze wandered across her body—the softly rounded belly, the delicate flare of her hips, and the nest of curls at her core.

“Lie back,” he commanded.

Her lips parted in surprise. At first, she remained still, then she complied. He lay beside her and reached toward her face. She flinched, and he stopped.

“Are you afraid?”

Her eyes glistened, but she shook her head. He placed his palm on her face and caressed her skin in the manner of a stablemaster taming a filly. Her body tensed as he continued, following the lines of her body, stroking her neck, her throat, until he reached her breasts. Her nipples were already peaked for him. She gave a little whimper of surprise.

“W-what’s happening?”

Whoever claimed her first had known nothing of pleasure. The true mark of prowess was the ability to give a woman pleasure rather than merely rutting her. And he could think of nothing more pleasurable than having his wife writhing underneath him, begging him to take her.

He placed a light kiss on her breast. She gave a little gasp, and he circled her nipple with his tongue. When he covered her breast with his mouth and sucked hard, she bucked and gave a sharp cry. The air filled with a sweet, musky smell, the unmistakable aroma of female need, and he found himself caught in a wave of powerful lust.

Jealousy overcame his lust, and he suckled harder, relishing the cries which erupted from her throat. He thrust his hand between her thighs, and she parted them for him. He almost came undone as he touched the damp curls at her center, and his fingers met her needy heat. She may not know it, but she was ready for him. He ran a fingertip along her flesh until he found the secret bud, and her body jerked, and she cried out.

How could he resist? He lowered his head, drinking in the sweet, exotic smell of female desire. Why the perfumers of Paris saw fit to distill flowers and spices was beyond him. All they need do was bottle the essence of female need, and they’d make a fortune.

He placed a light kiss inside her thigh, and she drew in a sharp breath and tried to clamp her thighs together.

He held her firm, and she let out a whimper. “Please…”

“Please what?” he asked, relishing his conquest. He knew he’d have her begging for him but had not imagined victory would come so quickly.

“Please, don’t let it hurt again.”

Her desperate plea doused his need for conquest.

He lifted his head. “Did I hurt you before?”

She nodded. “Does it always hurt?”

“Usually only the first time.”

“But the second time hurt also.”

“Did your mother not tell you about the marriage bed?” he asked.

“I never knew my mother.”

“Then I must show you myself. Hold still, and trust me.”

Hardly silver-tongued words of seduction, but she complied, and he slipped a finger inside her.

“What are you…oh!” she cried out as he teased her little nub.

Once more, she parted her legs. She may not beg with words, but her body knew what it wanted. He lowered his head and dipped his tongue into her folds, breathing in her sweet scent. She shuddered, the tremors of her body vibrating through him. Her legs shifted in a slow dance as she reached her peak.

Little mewing cries escaped her lips, and she thrust her hips toward his face. Her body rippled and contracted around him as she peaked again while he kissed and licked her.

Eventually, her cries subsided, and her body relaxed. By the time he lifted his head, she had fallen asleep, a woman well pleasured.

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