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A taste of cognac assailed her as his tongue jabbed her mouth in search of hers in such a desperate hunger. He kissed her repeatedly, turning his head to access the confines of her willing mouth.
His hand slid down th
e chemise from one of her shoulders, uncovering one breast, and then covering it again with his hand.
Hungrily, his mouth sucked her small firm breast from base to nipple. “Delicious!” He repeated the gesture, as she moaned in extreme pleasure. “So delicious!” Again he devoured her defenceless breast.
Sarah dived her fingers in his sleek jet-black hair and arched her body in torment. She writhed and twisted in a plead, grumbling her impatience. She flexed her knees and cradled him, chemise and all, trying to undo his fly. As she did it, he took her in one fluid thrust. The sensation of him filling her so satisfying and so frustrating at the same time, she could not decide if she moaned in pleasure or in want. Then he moved faster, taking her higher and they found fulfilment in one another. He fell on her panting and they stayed there, entwined for a long time
She turned him on his back. “Come, my lord, let’s get some sleep.”
“Sarah, Sarah, I am not your lord. You own me, don’t you know that?” His hand entangled in her sparrow-wing brown hair and he placed an ethylic kiss on her lips.
She kissed him back, trying to soothe him. “Shhh, it’s ok. Everything will be better in the morning.” She watched him as he fainted into sleep. She covered his powerful frame with her rough coverlet as well as she could.
She also fell asleep, with his arms tightly around her. It came to be her first good night’s sleep in days.
Hugh woke up in the early hours with a sense of contentment that seemed utterly displaced. He looked around without recognising the place at first. Then he felt Sarah’s body against his. And he knew instantly where the contentment came from. His memory cleared and told him the story. He smiled to himself. She had put him to sleep and now she breathed softly by his side. All he’d wanted: to spend the whole night with her. And there she lay, spooning with him, after having taken care of him. A warm flow of tenderness invaded Hugh. He moved to kiss her and found heaven.
Waking up, she turned and held him to correspond to his kiss. Her hands caressed his jet-black hair and she leaned her body on his, arousing him like straw fire.
“Hmm, my lord has a terrible morning breath this morning.” Meaning the consequences of his party night.
He chuckled on her lips and moved under the coverlet. “There is another terrible thing happening this morning, Sarah!” He moved her hand to his hard hot member that stood now fully aroused.
“Oh, my lord!” She exclaimed, as her hands caressed the thick, long extension of it.
“Sarah!” He moaned as his body came over hers. “I’ll need you to take care of it for me.”
He lifted her chemise and she cradled him between her legs. “Very well., my lord.”
Hugh slid smoothly in her hot wet femininity and it felt like he came home. He moved in her, as he massaged her button. He dived in her hair and felt her clutched to him, arms and legs. All the past days’ frustration washed out of him as she arched and squeezed from him all he had for her.
Plans for the day off forgotten, they remained in bed all morning, until the staff, and Adelaide, came back from church.
CHAPTER 8
Sarah adjusted the cloak around her and hid her face even more. This constituted a completely alien piece of clothing for her, but Lord Hawkmore insisted on it, when he gave it to her.
He had been coming back to her cubicle night after night since his tipsy appearance. In those occasions, he had told her he dreamed of getting away. He wished it so badly that he found a way.
She would ask Mrs Talcott some days to visit her family in the country and he would travel to his country house; or so the household would be told. He would meet her away from the house in his carriage, but hired driver, to avoid the gossip. They would go to the gamekeeper’s cottage in a remote part of his estate.
So, she stood there on the corner of a hidden street in Piccadilly waiting for him to pick her up. She felt uneasy, under the eternal London grey weather; a small bag with a few of her personal belongings at her feet. Going away with him too out of her world. Travelling for leisure remained something servants did not do. And she had never done it. Doing it with the lord of the house she worked at would never cross her mind. A secret time away scary and exciting at the same time.
As far as she had heard from the other girls’ gossips, lords did not take servants on trips, unless it would be for them to do their jobs. Lords took mistresses on trips. Servants? The fact added to the oddity of it all. Then again, Lord Hawkmore seemed not to care much about these things. She would not say no to some days’ off from her backbreaking routine, with a man like him. The man who lived in her nights, in her body, in her daydreams.
She heard the sound of hooves, as she looked; the carriage turned the corner. She adjusted the cloak again. The vehicle stopped right in front of her and the door opened. She saw his hand with his Earldom ring. A flash of what that hand had been doing to her came to her memory. She quickly stepped into it, the door closed and they took off.
Hugh felt no less giddy than Sarah did. He had spent the last couple of days counting the hours for this. It would be a precious time when he would have her all for himself, not like a working-class husband, but as the lord he was.
She sat across from him, getting rid of the cloak. He had found it in the attic, among forgotten things. The sight of her reminded him of them together in the steamy nights they had been spending. It seemed he would never get enough of her. Just now, his body responding to her proximity again. Four hours’ ride and they would be there.
They sat silent in the carriage; the wheels clattered on the road, as they had been doing for the last couple of hours. Sarah looked out the window at the countryside view. She had not looked at him yet, having just mumbled a greeting. But she sensed his piercing eyes on her. She looked at her hands on the lap, over her simple dress. Then she risked a glance at him. He sat with his hands on his knees. His perfectly tailored suit made him look even bigger. Their eyes crossed. She quickly glanced down. She saw the bulk in his middle. Her blood rushed. How could it be? They had been together that very night! She looked at him again. His eyes darted fire. And it heated all her sensitive spots. She looked away, albeit the image of the bulk of him remained in her mind. She darted her eyes at him again. His piercing dark eyes still on her. Nervously, she moistened her lips. She heard him breath hard.
On an impulse, she knelt on the floor, between his legs and touched his trousers waistband. Her head lifted to him. His eyes widened. “My lord, let me ease your discomfort.” And opened his fly.
“Sarah, what are you…” She had caught his member and he saw the tip disappearing in her mouth. “Oh!” He moaned as extreme pleasure overtook his body. His head fell back.
