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He’d never have left her alone, with or without marriage. Well, he didn’t, did he, now? “You should have told me.” His fingers played with a strand of her rich brown tangled hair. “I took you like a seaman just arrived from a long journey.”
She smiled, really smiled. It transformed her perfect face, as if the sun had come out of the clouds. It enchanted him. Smiling at him would get her whatever she wanted from him.
“I have no complaints.”
Which made him want her again. No! He couldn?
??t! She would be sore, you uncivilized wretch!
He stood up in one swift movement, put on his breeches, wrapped her in the blanket and carried her to his chamber. Fortunately, they didn’t meet anyone on the hallway. He placed her gently on the bed.
“Just a moment.” He said. And went back to grab her clothes and rushed back. Luckily, the carpet was of a dark colour and would not show the blood stains.
Going to the washstand, he picked up a washcloth, moistened it with water and came to bed. Carefully, he parted her thighs and begun cleaning her.
“Oh, dear, you don’t need to do that!” She said, shying away.
“Let me…” He continued with such tenderness, that she did.
Her emotions were restless. She didn’t know exactly why, but she felt it. His respectful strokes, reminding her of the stormy pleasure he’d lavished on her. Her body stirred at the simple thought and his hands right there contributed to this shameful reaction. Maybe this sudden turn from maidenhood to womanhood did something to her feelings. She had no regrets. If anything she wanted it all over again.
Wanting him anew made her look at that manly part of him. The bulge in his breeches told her he thought the same. Without thinking much about her actions, she put the cloth aside and lifted a leg over his. She heard him breath in.
“What are you doing, Selene?” He had a helpless expression on his handsome face. “We cannot. You must be sore.”
She begun caressing him rather clumsily, stroking, then kissing, licking aimlessly. He lay back on bed, exhaling in capitulation.
“I will decide on that.” Her aimless hand came to cover his bulge. He moaned. In a second, he came over her and they begun kissing as ravenously as before, their hunger not sated yet.
“The witch strikes again and I’m a helpless instrument of her whims.” He mocked, palming her buttocks in earnest.
“The devil tempted the witch with his wicked devices.” She mocked back and he chuckled.
In question of seconds, they were lost in passion; nothing would move them from it.
The days that followed were idyllic. Philip thought, as the morning light invaded slowly the room. They rode in the fields, made picnics on the hills, when the early spring weather allowed. They played wicked card games after dinner or read peacefully in the library. During most days, Philip tended to the manor routines. The steward had it under control, so he spent all the time he could with Selene. And he was admittedly enthralled by her. He couldn’t leave her alone during the day. The nights consumed him. His body, his desire, his thoughts. The more he had her, the more he wanted her. Discovering she’d been a virgin solely fuelled his craving for her. Knowing he’d been her first gave him a sense of pride and possession. He considered her his for as long as this…passion lasted. It didn’t give signs of subsiding so soon.
Naturally they had to hide this…madness from the servants. Thus he went to her room after the house slept and came back to his chamber before it awoke. Of course, he sent everyone to bed early. He considered the arrangement rather frustrating. He wanted to wake up by her side and ignite her the morning away. Even though they were in the country, news travelled fast in between households. If someone suspected what they did deep into the night, news would reach London, with disastrous consequences.
Being a duke gave him a somewhat broader freedom to do as he wished. Limits existed, though. He couldn’t be sure how the ton would receive the news that he might be bedding his step-aunt, however widow or young she was. A widow in half-mourning, no less.
Selene slept on her side of her bed. Rich brown hair spread on the pillow, her long lashes feathering her cheeks. One firm round breast showing from under the coverlet, tantalizing him. He did not repress his desires. He bent over her and took her breast in his mouth, worrying her dusky nipple. She moaned, waking to hold his head there.
“Good morning.” He drawled, as his hand covered the other breast.
She opened her eyes to broad daylight. “Philip!” She startled, trying to sit up.
He held her there. “Sunday, all’s at church.” He enjoyed his name on her lips, in her sleepy voice.
“Is that so?” Her hands started hovering over his bare back.
“Uh-uh.” He uncovered her and she flexed her thighs to cradle him, his engorged thick long manhood. “You aren’t going to drag me in again, are you?”
“If you provoke me as you’re doing now, I just might.” Her pelvis already moving back and forth.
“Hm, let me provoke you a little more.” His fingers slid down her belly.
Then she did drag him in and he went happily.
