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“There you are,” he exclaimed when he finally came upon her and Mrs. Hester in one of the back storerooms. It was certainly not one of the first places he’d looked and it had taken questioning one of the undermaids to finally discover her direction.
She looked up at him, a touch of dust on her cheek, marring the cream of her skin and making the rest of her beauty stand out in contrast.
“Should I not be here?” she asked, a little tartly, taken aback by his slightly exasperated tones.
It wasn’t that unusual for Edwin to search her out during the day, but if he couldn’t find her right away then he usually waited until he happened upon her later. This was certainly the first time he’d searched her out while she was obviously busy with household matters.
“I have something I’d like to discuss with you,” he said, which wasn’t really an answer. The truth was that realizing Eleanor didn’t trust him, realizing that she thought he had betrayed his marriage vows when the truth was no other woman stirred him anymore, had rattled him. He was an active kind of man and he wanted to set matters to right and he wanted to do so right now.
A little crease appeared on her forehead but she nodded. Glancing around at the linens in front of her and Mrs. Hester, Eleanor tapped the pile they’d been considering. “Have a footman take these down to the dining room please, Mrs. Hester. I’ll come and look at the colors in the candlelight later this evening.”
“Very good my lady,” Mrs. Hester said, giving Edwin a little wink when Eleanor’s back was turned.
He grinned at his housekeeper. Now obviously she knew which way the wind turned when it came to his respect and desire for his wife. When Eleanor reached him he wiped the smudge of dust from her cheek with his thumb before turning and leading her out of the storeroom, heading towards their bedroom.
Feeling rather anxious about the strange expression on Edwin’s face and his unusual demeanor, Eleanor tried to slow her steps. “Edwin, what’s going on? What’s wrong?”
The sidelong look he gave her as he
wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling him to his side and hurrying her along, down the stairs towards the wing with their bedroom, was nothing short of predatory. The caress of his fingers on her hip made her heart rate double. She might have harangued him for interrupting her preparations for the dinner if she thought it would do any good, but she’d long since learned that trying to derail Edwin from amorous intentions resulted in nothing but a quick spanking into compliance. By which time she was always as hot and needy as he was.
“Really? Now?” She couldn’t stop the curve of her lips into amusement, even as she tried to give him a hard look.
“Always.”
The almost savage tone of his voice, as if he was making a vow, startled her and she peered up at him in surprise, which nearly caused her to stumble. Stifling a curse, Edwin caught her and then swept her up into his arms, making her squeak as one wrapped around her waist and the other tucked under her knees. “Oh!”
“You were taking too long,” he said wickedly as his stride lengthened, hurrying them down the hall towards the bedroom.
Giggling, Eleanor wrapped one arm around his shoulders for balance, her other hand beginning to pluck apart the intricate knot of his cravat. “I didn’t realize you were so impatient.”
“For you and only you.”
The sentiment surprised her into silence, which he didn’t notice because he was too busy pushing open the door to their bedroom. His valet was in there, fussily attending to his wardrobe.
“Out,” Edwin ordered. Johnson took one look at the couple and immediately vanished into the closet and out that way. Chuckling beneath his breath at the slightly scandalized look on Johnson’s face – he always had been a bit of a stickler for the proprieties – Edwin set his wife down on the bed, climbing on top of her without even taking off any of their clothes.
“Edwin!” Eleanor yelped as he tore the front of her dress down, the sound of ripping fabric filling the air.
“Yes dear?” He kissed the side of her neck as he tossed away the front panel of her dress, ignoring her outraged eyes.
“I liked this dress!”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
Lowering his mouth to hers, he ignored the muffled sounds of fury, pinioning her beneath his large body and kissing her into submission. Eleanor knew she should be furious, but she had to admit that part of her was enjoying this primitive and eager display from her husband, even though she didn’t know exactly what had caused it. Excitement was flaring up inside of her, physically and emotionally. Especially since he hadn’t even seen the plans for the dinner that she was basically specially putting together for him, even if it was ostensibly for Hugh and Irene. She didn’t know where this sudden need of his was coming from, but she wasn’t going to argue with it either. When hot passion flowed between them it was easy to forget her doubts and insecurities, to feel the promise in his hands and mouth, the overwhelming demand of his body.
Feeling Eleanor’s body slowly submitting beneath his inflamed Edwin. He was going to take full advantage of it. Literally tearing the last of her dress from her as she wriggled beneath him, he unlaced the rest of his cravat and wound it about her hands. Eleanor moaned as she felt what he was doing, excited by his sexual dominance over her and the enhanced vulnerability that came from being bound. Excited by the extent of his passion that seemed to pulse from him as he ripped through her clothing like it was nothing.
"Beautiful Eleanor," he murmured as he hovered above her, securing her bound wrists to the headboard of their bed. She was laid out like a banquet beneath him. Pulling the remains of her dress from underneath her, he tossed them to the floor before swiftly tearing through the delicate fabric of her chemise and drawers. She'd stopped wearing a corset around the house a few weeks ago, only putting one on if she was going out because of Edwin's penchant for indulging himself at any time of day. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Leaning back, he stared down admiringly at her naked form. With her arms above her head, her breasts were thrust upwards and her little pink nipples were tightly puckered, tempting his fingers and mouth. The soft plane of her stomach led down to that thatch of golden curls, slightly parted so that her legs could settle around his, just the slightest shell of glistening pink showing through. Her eyes glowed with happiness at the compliment. The way he was looking at her set her lower body throbbing with need.
Large hands rested on her thighs and then traveled upwards, sliding over her hips and up the sides of her stomach as she writhed and let out a little moan, wanting him to touch her so much more intimately. She sighed with pleasure as he cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them. Sometimes Edwin could be so tender; emotionally she appreciated the sentiment, but her body craved something harsher. These gentle caresses were a tease that ignited and kindled the flame within her, but would have no power to quench it.
"Edwin... harder..." The breathy plea made his hands clench and Eleanor moaned her approval.
Chuckling, he rubbed his thumbs over her sensitive nipples, her thighs tightening around his kneeling legs. He was teasing her with his body, keeping her splayed and open, vulnerable and naked, while he was fully clothed and fully in control.
