Page 46 of Kathryn

Feeling her muscles tense and tighten, Gerrit paused his tonguing, smirking at her frustrated exclamation. The view up her soft, curvaceous body was sensational, and his mouth watered at the sight of her erect nipples thrusting against the thin fabric of her nightgown.

I should have stripped her bare.

Indeed, he should have. But this was only their first night together, so there was no rush. She was his now and he could explore her body as often and as thoroughly as he pleased.

She is only yours until she provides you with an heir…

Gerrit shoved away the unwanted thought and resumed teasing her greedy little bud, working her until she thrashed in his arms, but never giving her quite enough to push her over the edge. When she tried to grab his hair, the tips of her slender fingers scrabbled on his shorn locks before she was able to get a good grip and drag his mouth to precisely where she wanted him.

Amused, Gerrit decided to torment her a little more and slid a finger inside her.

She groaned, her body clenching at the invasion.

As he proceeded to tease her with both his tongue and hand Gerrit could not recall when he had last enjoyed himself so much.

He was in no hurry to put an end to his pleasure.

***

Katie could not think straight. Every time she clawed her way to the edge of bliss and teetered on the edge Dulverton would simply wander off, dropping her back down to earth.

“Please!” she all but wept.

Rather than show mercy, his lips and tongue disappeared altogether. “Relax for me, Kathryn.” Hearing his voice sent a shock through her. She had not forgotten who she was with, of course, but it was still staggering that the passionate lover between her thighs was the same disagreeable man from dinner.

A large hot palm caressed one of her thighs while a second finger eased in beside the first.

Katie stiffened at the uncomfortable stretch.

“Shhhh,” he soothed. “So tight,” he said, his warmly approving tone causing an involuntary clenching in her sex. Katie desperately hoped that Dulverton didn’t notice her body’s mortifying reaction to even the tiniest bit of praise.

“Ah, you like that,” he said.

So much for hoping.

“I like that, too,” he said, stroking her faster and deeper. His lust-black eyes pinned her, and the corner of his mouth kicked up the tiniest amount before he said, “You are a such a good girl, Kathryn.”

To her shame an even more powerful bolt of arousal coursed through her body.

“Very nice,” he muttered smugly, and then his soft, hot lips closed around her bud.

Katie’s eyes fluttered shut as sensation seized her. If Dulverton stopped again and left her hanging, then Katie would—

She cried out, her thoughts swept away when his thrusting fingers stroked something exquisitely sensitive inside her, sending her hurtling over the edge. Waves of bliss rolled through her in brutal spasms until she was wrung out and limp. Everything was pleasantly fuzzy and her limbs were far too heavy to move. She felt drunk, but much happier than the handful of times she had over-imbibed while playing stupid parlor games at the house parties that used to fill up her summers.

Katie drifted back to herself; she knew she should at least push her nightgown back down and stop lolling about, but she couldn’t make herself care.

You will be deeply humiliated when you recall how you eagerly you moaned and begged and shoved Dulverton’s head between your spread thighs.

For once, Katie easily ignored the voice. Instead of worrying about later, she relished the moment. She especially relished her new husband’s earthy, enthusiastic lovemaking. If readying her meant rendering her boneless then he had exceeded his goal.

What about the pitiful, wanton way you responded to his praise? Are you really so desperate? So needy? So easily won?

The niggling voice found a toehold and a tendril of unease snaked through her post-climax haze. Was she really so needy for approval? Could she truly be—

“Are you still awake?” a deep voice rumbled.

Her eyes opened a crack. Dulverton had risen up high on his knees and was staring down at her. Perhaps she was asleep, although even in her dreams she would never have believed he could look so passionate and almost feral. His lips were slick and red, and his eyes were predatory, sensual slits as he unhooked his fall, yanked open the buttons, and then shoved his snug pantaloons down his thighs.