hers.
His caress got even firmer, a bit rougher, and an agony of longing swept through Juliana. “Now, Wentworth!” She wasn’t altogether certain for what she pleaded, only knowing she needed him to fill the empty ache lingering in her heart and body.
The hot, swollen tip of his manhood pressed against her sensitive entrance. Then he pressed in. She pulled her lips from his, clutching his shoulders and panting at the tight stretch.
They drew a shaky breath together.
He plunged deep, driving past the natural resistance of her body. Her lips parted but nothing came from her mouth. She couldn’t breathe. The pain buffeted her sense in waves.
Juliana shifted and groaned her distress.
“Do not move, Juliana. Though I made sure you would soak my cock, you have a very tight quim. I promise you it will soon ease.”
“Kiss me,” she said. That would distract her from the burning ache. She always loved his kisses.
And he did until she was moaning and lifting her hips for more. He moved, a slow glide out of her wet, aching sex, and then a deep returning thrust. Juliana screamed. The pleasure-pain was a burning sensation that started where they connected and spread to her throbbing nub.
Dark, wanton heat spread through her. “Wentworth,” she gasped, kissing his shoulders. “I…you make me feel so much.”
Anther deep stoke, then another and another.
Her wild cries and murmurs dissolved into incoherent fragments.
“Juliana…don’t leave…curse it…I…”
She caught the rest of his words with her mouth and poured all the raw emotions pounding through her into the kiss. He leaned forward and pressed his cock deeper inside her wet, aching sex. He withdrew and thrust jolting under his passionate entry.
Everything inside Juliana centered on the hard, driving thrusts of his manhood into her wet slit. He swallowed her whimpers and moans, stroking in and out of her, all control abandoned. Hot darts of pleasure shook her, unlike anything Juliana felt before.
“Wentworth,” she gasped, almost frightened at the intensity of the sensations blossoming through her entire body.
A heavy ache coiled low in her stomach, drawing tighter as the sensations intensified until Juliana convulsed beneath him, twisting, crying out, clutching blindly at his shoulders.
With a few jerky thrusts, and a harsh groan, he emptied deep inside her shivering body. They stayed like that for a long time, until her lashes fluttered closed. She barely felt when he withdrew from her body, cleaned her, and drew the sheets to her shoulders. Juliana fell asleep with a smile on her mouth but an ache in her heart.
How do I ever leave this…us?
A few hours later, Juliana sat near the edge of the bed, her legs folded beneath her as she watched the rise and fall on Wentworth’s chest. Last night he’d been about to ask her to stay and she had kissed the words away, filled with fright, uncertainty and soul burning love. He had taken her to the heights of bliss several times, and she was smart enough to know there might be consequences to their fiery passion. There might be a child, one who she would nurture with all the love in her heart, and one who would inherit the empire she would build with Robert.
Slipping from the bed, she winced at the ache in her muscles and the soreness between her thighs. They might have been too enthusiastic. She padded over to the table, opened the drawer, and withdrew a sheaf of paper along with the quill, inkwell, and ink blotter.
Dearest Wentworth,
It is exceedingly difficult for me to bid you farewell. You see I am falling in love with you, and I am certain I am more than halfway there. I’ve lived in England for the past four years, since my papa died, and these last few days with you have been my happiest.
The whimsical part of me wants to believe I can abandon all the dreams I’ve had for the last four years and stay with you here in England. We could marry, theoretically speaking, and I could try to fit into the position of the countess to a particular English earl. I could try harder to be properly correct and I might succeed even though there are times I fear I would risk causing a scandal. I could also dearly hope your mother would accept ‘one of those brash American girls with no decorum’ she spoke about during dinner. We might even be happy for a while, but it would eventually fade because the dreams I have are very important to me.
I do