Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“You understand now?” he hissed against her ear. “You understand what’s between us?”
“Oh, August. Yes, please!”
He didn’t know if she meant yes, please, I understand, or oh please, fuck me harder. He knew whenever he shoved the ginger deeper, she shuddered and squeezed her pussy on his cock. He splayed his hand over her hot arse and fucked her with the ginger plug as he fucked her with his pulsing member.
“It stings,” she cried, her breath hot against his ear. “Oh, August. Ohhh.”
And the ohhh was a sound of ecstasy as she reached her crisis. He was not done, could not be done with her yet. She writhed against him as he fucked on, not sure he would ever get enough of her. Her cries rose to a second climax a minute or two after the first, and then, finally, he came to his own completion, so intensely and sensationally he feared he might die.
She collapsed against his chest, spent. He supported her, holding her close, even though every muscle and joint in him felt ready to dissolve. He stroked her hair, parting the fine, fragrant strands that hung down her back and curled into waves at the end.
Mine. My wife. All mine.
As sanity returned, as his racing heart slowed, guilt washed over him, stemming his elation.
What on earth had he just done? What kind of degenerate demon was he, to visit such perversities upon Elizabeth a mere day after he’d taken her virginity? She could still be sore and tender from that experience, and he’d just fucked her hard and deep—with ginger in her arse.
“My God. Elizabeth…”
“Yes?” She lay against him, breathless. Vulnerable. Infinitely trusting, though he couldn’t imagine why.
“Elizabeth… Darling…”
How could she trust him? Rest in his arms this way? He’d been right to hold off fucking her for so long. He shouldn’t have taken her virginity yesterday. If he had any honor, he would never touch her again.
“August.” She sighed his name, twitching her hips.
God help him, he wasn’t capable of resisting her. No chance.
But he must guard his control going forward, hone it to a fine point to prevent himself from harming her. Because having more of her, more of her body, more of his perversion, had not satisfied him. It merely made him burn hotter, burn wilder with the desire to consume her completely. He mustn’t hurt her, despite the violence of his hunger.
“August. You told me I liked this rough sort of love play,” she murmured, her lips at his ear. “And I denied it, but…” Her voice hitched a little. “I’m afraid I do. I do like it.”
“Oh, darling. You mustn’t be afraid.”
“I don’t know why.” She sounded afraid. “Why do I like it when you spank me? When you join with me so fiercely?”
“If I knew the why of any of these things…” He shook his head, pressed his forehead to hers. “It doesn’t matter, sweeting. The why doesn’t matter. Only that you trust me and you are all right. Are you all right?”
“Of course. Yes. But…” She gave a soft laugh. “The ginger still burns.”
He loved that it still burned. He loved that she still squirmed from it, little tension lines deepening between her green eyes. He was a sadist, truly.
But somehow, by some miracle, Elizabeth didn’t mind the suffering he visited upon her. He would never have imagined he might find a wife so suited to him, and that that wife would be his friend’s little sister. It seemed wrong, but it felt so right.
“I need you again,” he said, shrugging off his robe and pushing her down on the bed. “I’m ready again, now, and I need you.”
She surrendered without argument.
He was a monster. A beast. He left the ginger in.
Chapter Fifteen
A New Season
By the time of the spring thaw, Elizabeth knew a great deal more about what her body could endure—and enjoy—in the process of bringing her husband pleasure. Their adventures were varied and delectable. For half the things, August warned she must never tell anyone, not even Rosalind. But she did tell Rosalind, secretly, so her friend might confirm that she enjoyed the same perverse activities in her marriage bed.
Then she would confess to telling Rosalind, so her husband would punish her for disobeying his instructions. Some of the spankings were quite painful, with thick straps and paddles and extensive corner time. But when they were over, their adventures would continue, and Elizabeth would look forward to the next time.
And the next time.
And the next…
But they could not stay at St. Pierre on their extended honeymoon forever. As Oxfordshire bloomed into spring foliage and flowers, they set off for London to spend the Season at August’s house in town.
Elizabeth was excited to go to London, for she would be close enough to her family and friends in the city to see them every day if she wished. She was also happy to spend her first Season in several years’ time without the pressure of courtship and marriage hanging over her head.