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Delicious to suck his hard cock, with its sleek tip. She devoured what took her to madness in the dark night. She went on licking, kissing, feasting on him, immersed in a cloud of delectation.
“Oh, Sarah…” The grave murmur came full of delight.
She licked the cleft and tasted the salty drops. He held her head directing her to his sensitive parts. Her mouth kept moving on him until she felt the shaft undulating, as his semen transported to his glans. She took him deeper in her mouth and the endless, warm flow gushed to her throat. His tense body relaxed all at once.
He lifted her to his lap. “Sarah, you never stop amazing me!” She had given him the most strenuous pleasure he had ever experienced. Her uninhibited sensuality would always be his undoing.
They reached the village nearest to his state. The driver would finish his task there. Hugh paid him and climbed up to the driver’s seat; he would be driving up to the gamekeeper’s cottage. Since the carriage did not bear the Hawkmore coat of arms, the villagers took no notice of them.
The cottage stood deep into the woods. They climbed down the carriage and Lord Hawkmore unloaded the provisions he had bought in a tavern on the way.
Timidly, Sarah carried her tiny bag into the cottage. It looked a lot bigger than her aunt’s. A big fireplace dominated the main room and a shelf of books on a corner of it.
Lord Hawkmore went out to tend for the horses. Funny that he would do it himself. Lords were used to having everything done by staff. Keeping the secret would be obviously more important than the luxury of bringing staff there, she thought.
Sarah busied herself lighting the fire and keeping the provisions in the food cellar. It already got dark and she set the table for them to eat when he finished with the horses.
She went to the entrance door. Twilight took over the woods, a beautiful place. Centenary trees surrounded the cottage; the snow going away, spring coming fast.
Lord Hawkmore left the stables. He walked as a tall smooth panther towards the cottage. He had taken off his suit coat and cravat, his shirt opened at the neck, his jet-black hair falling to his forehead. He compounded a magnificent view.
Their eyes crossed and held. Understanding, bonding, connection in there. But neither of them took notice of it.
Hugh looked at Sarah in her simple dress and a worn shawl around her bony shoulder, which he had come to like so much. He had learned to identify her body with herself, her natural sensuality and her hunger for him in the night. These things made him react to her just by looking at her. Exactly as it happened in the carriage during the trip. The memory of it made him hot.
“Food is ready, my lord.” She said as she made way for him to come in.
He came near her. “Will you never learn to call me by my name, Sarah?” He undid the knot that kept her sparrow-wing brown hair on the top of her head.
“I can try, my lord.” Her long hair fell all over her shoulders, her brown eyes wide on him.
“Now, that’s better for dinner.” He said in his beautiful grave voice, looking enchanted at her.
He took a wine bottle from the provision in the cellar and opened it for dinner.
“I am sorry, my lord, but I don’t want to drink this.”
Sarah had never drunk wine before, afraid she would not like the taste. She did not reckon the smell nice anyway.
“This is an excellent French wine from one of the best harvests, Sarah!” So surprised that she did not want to taste so fine a beverage.
“Thank you, my lord, but I don’t think…”
“Just give it a try, will you?” He poured it in two goblets and gave one to her.
Sarah took a little bit of a sip. It did not taste as terribly as it smelled. “It’s not bad, my lord.”
“See?” He smiled. “You have to try, before you form an opinion.”
Nevertheless, Sarah drank parsimoniously during their dinner.
The fire in the big fireplace shot red shades all over the room, which reflected on her hair and in her eyes. Mesmerized by her beauty, though not an obvious one, meant to be uncovered little by little. He felt glad that he had been the one, and the first, to do it. She would remain his woman. Only his!
After dinner, she cleared everything while Lord Hawkmore sat before the fire. He watched her intently.
When she finished, she passed by his armchair to sit on the other. But he pulled her by the waist and made her sit astride on his lap.
“Have you never ridden astride, Sarah?” He murmured meaningfully in a haze of desire. Watching her moving around, pure torture. What excited him most: he knew the answer to his own question, being he the one to introduce her to the meanders of pleasure.
