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Reginald kissed her cheek. Then, he placed his finger between her thighs. Marcella tensed in anticipation, her uncertainty at the unknown warring with the desire curling inside her. Reginald placed a leg on each side of her waist and sat back on his heels. His manhood brushed against her thigh, and Marcella trembled.
His thumb pressed against her most tender, secret place, and Marcella gasped. The sensation which spread through her body was a strange, bright light sort of feeling. She felt as if the world had stopped, as a wave of utter bliss washed over her body. Her muscles tensed and trembled, and then, every part of her relaxed.
“Oh…” she breathed.
Marcella felt as if she’d entered another realm of existence, as if she’d discovered some new piece of herself. Reginald grinned, clearly pleased with himself. His thumb prodded her interest, and slowly, he pressed his finger into her. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, just an odd once. Marcella felt muscles inside her tighten, and her belly tensed.
Reginald continued moving his finger, and Marcella’s muscles reacted, clenching and unclenching as if she was a finely tuned instrument and Reginald the world’s most gifted musician. Her body enjoyed this very much, even if her mind could scarcely put words to all the new feelings and emotions.
When Reginald withdrew his finger, Marcella cast him a disapproving look. He chuckled. “I don’t think that expression really suits a proper lady,” he said. “I much prefer the one I saw moments before.”
“You are an utter rogue!”
His grin widened. “Oh, yes,” he said. “And having spent the past ten years with some of the worst rogues you can imagine, I’ve heardfarmore about pleasing a woman than any lord of theton.I hope you’re well-prepared.”
She watched as Reginald took his manhood in hand and felt her muscles stretch, as he coaxed his member inside her. Marcella tossed her head back, another wave of pleasure sweeping over her. “You are too good at this,” she said.
He was inside her, accompanied by a sensation of being full. Reginald smiled. “Your reaction makes that quite apparent.”
He took Marcella’s hips in his hands, and holding onto her, he slowly began rocking. Marcella curled her fingers in the sheets and let herself adjust to his rhythm. The moved together in unison, as if they were one person united body and soul. A scream of delight tore from Marcella’s throat. Her muscles in her body seemed to pull tighter and tighter, like a bowstring, and at once, the arrow loosed. Pleasant warmth swept over her, and Marcella fell back to the bed, well-used and happy. Reginald moved inside her, and suddenly, there was a burst of warmth. Marcella blinked in surprise, as he drew himself out.
“Pleasant?” Reginald asked. “I told you it would be.”
“Very peculiar,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
Reginald patted her thigh. “Peculiar. So if you were to speak of this with—”
Marcella laughed. “Speak of this? Are you under the impression that ladies go about speaking of their intimate moments with their husbands?”
Reginald paused and seemed to contemplate the question. “I suppose you don’t,” he conceded. “However, if youwereto, would you truly describe the experience aspeculiar?”
Marcella smiled, still basking in the hazy feeling of having finished. “I may be your wife in all senses of the word now, but among my wifely duties, feeding into your egotism is not one of them.”
“Your words cut deeper than any knife,” Reginald said, feigning as though he were wounded.
“Have many men tried to stab you, so you have a point of comparison?” Marcella asked.
Reginald clambered from the bed and reached for his shirt. “Notmany. One or two.”
Marcella’s jaw dropped. She sat upright and stared at him, searching his face for any sign that he was teasing. He offered none.
“I—I’m so…” she trailed off. “I’m so sorry.”
Reginald donned his shirt and shook his head. “I shouldn’t have said that. What an awful thing to tell a lady. Life in Southwark was very hard sometimes, Marcella, especially when I was young. It took me some time to find my place in the world, and that proved to be a dangerous pursuit. I shouldn’t burden you with such things, though.”
“Why not?” Marcella asked. “I am your wife, and I think if we’re both…maybe we ought to forge an alliance.”
“An alliance?”
Marcella nodded and lay back down. “If we’re going to be married and neither of us really loves the other, maybe we ought to try for an alliance. We can be friends.”
Reginald tugged on his trousers. “I do hope this isn’t the sort of treatment you give your friends. That would beveryuntoward of you, Marcella,” he said, his eyes glinting. “And I’m not a man who likes to share.”
Marcella pursed her lips together and hurled a pillow at him. It struck the side of Reginald’s head, drawing a laugh from him. “You know what I mean,” Marcella said.
“And I agree with you. It seems to me that we might be able to live together,” Reginald replied. “I agree.”
Marcella nodded, satisfied. “Where are you going now?”
