Page 64 of His Forsaken Bride

“I like Roland’s friends,” said Fen on a yawn as she pushed away a plate of flour biscuits and cheese. “I’m not really hungry.”

“You should eat some more,” said Oswald with a frown as slid a bowl of grapes toward her.

“Aren’t we dining with someone or other tonight?” she asked in surprise.

“Change of plans.”

“Oh.” A thought occurred to her. “Then I’ll need to tell Trudy, she’ll be staying on to dress me-”

“I’ve already sent her home. Have you finished?”

She nodded. “You think of everything,” she marveled as he rose from his chair. She took his arm when he offered it, and let him lead her into the bedroom.

“But if we aren’t eating out, why did you order a bath?” she wondered aloud as they entered their bedroom. It was already set up in the far corner of the room and tented around with white sheets. Oswald took the key from his pocket that Meldon had supplied him with and secured the door. He placed it on top of the chest.

“We can take a bath after,” he told her, maneuvering her toward the bed.

“After?” her voice hitched.

“After,” he agreed, spinning her round to find the lacings at her back. Her belt slid to the floor and he lifted her gown up and over her head. He hesitated. “Do you want to keep your shift on?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said over her shoulder.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he cautioned as she bent at the waist to rest her upper body against the mattress.

“Hmm, I won’t,” she assured him sleepily, as she rested her cheek against the soft bedspread.

He fell to his knees behind her and slid off her shoes and stockings. Unable to resist, he ran his hands up the back of her legs until he cupped her backside under her shift. “You have a beautiful backside, Lady Vawdrey,” he said thickly.

He heard her sharply indrawn breath. “Really?” she sounded doubtful.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Your compliments are rather unusual,” she pointed out. “You said my toes were charming the other day.”

“Ah, but I also told you I’m not in the habit of saying things unless I mean them,” he pointed out, as he stepped away and stripped off his clothes, never taking his eyes off her. She didn’t move, but remained bent over the bed. An inclination entered his head which had him breathing hard, nostrils flaring. He stepped back up, flush behind her, pressing his erect manhood against her, letting her feel his hard length. “Open your legs,” he said. He drew up her shift. “Shall I turn you over?” he murmured. “Or enter you like this?”

She lifted her head off the mattress. “From behind me?” she asked sounding shocked.

“Yes.”

“How would that-?” she broke off her words, perhaps realizing exactly how it would work.

“We could try it this way?” he suggested, rolling his hips to give her a precursory taste.

She exclaimed as his fingers found their way to her slippery core and started spreading her moisture around her folds.

“Shall I mount you from behind, Fenella?” he teased. “Should you like that, my love?”

She sucked in a breath. “Like the beasts do?” she asked uncertainly.

That surprised a laugh out of him. But then, she was a country girl after all.

“Shall we try it?” He was already poised at her entrance now and pushing into her wet warmth.

“Yes,” she exhaled, with a shudder.

He didn’t need any more of an invitation but instead started the hot, deep slide until he was fully sheathed in her tight welcoming body. Finally. He folded forward to cover her body with his and let out a deep breath between her shoulder blades.