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Prue took another furious step forward. “Do you have desires like these, Oscar?”
“Yes,” he all but snarled.
“And you are to never experience them with me because…because I amtooladylike?”
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and his silence was its own reply.
“What bacon-brained rubbish. All women are sensual creatures. A lady will not faint away at the sight of her husband’s desire!”
He rose a mocking brow, and Prue flushed at the memory of her faint. “Since you have these desires, how will you have them sated?”
“With a mistress, if I wish it,” he snapped, his eyes stormy with frustration.
“Did you not tell me earlier I should always believe in your fidelity?” With a wave of pained anger driving her, Prue slipped under his guard, hooking her right foot around his less dominant foot, and flipped him. Her husband went down, and she followed him, landing on his chest. Before he could gather his wits, she straddled his belly and leaned down so he could see the furious promise in her eyes.
“I landed you on your arse, husband, with ease,” Prue said, “Should you ever dare take a mistress, I will challenge you to a duel to defend my honor, and this is the least of what I shall do.”
He looked at her intently. “That, my dear, was my raw frustration talking. Forgive me.”
“No,” she snapped, hating that her lips wobbled. “You will have to work for it.”
“Very well.”
“I—”
Her husband grabbed her hips, dragged her with such strength over his stomach and chest. He slid his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her to his mouth. Prue wobbled, her knees instinctively bracketing his ears.What is happening?Mortification flushed through her. She wassittingon her husband’s face, her nightgown billowing over his head. She tried to move, and he clamped her into position. Then she felt the heat of his mouth as it teased the curls of her womanhood.
Oh, God!“Oscar, what—”
Her cry of shock tapered off into a wanton gasp as he stabbed his tongue between the slick folds of her sex. His lips covered the swollen bud of her clitoris, drawing it into his mouth. Prue screamed, her body arching at the pure shock of pleasure rushing through her system.
She whimpered, arching in a plea for more, as her husband licked her quim as she’d demanded. The pleasure was frightening and wonderful. Her thighs trembled fiercely, and she gripped the carpet as a piercing ache traveled from her clitoris, which he sucked and nibbled to her breasts. With each lick, a coil grew tighter and tighter, low in her belly until the sensation bordered on the knife-edge of pain. She did not understand the sensations crawling through her body. It was agonizing but also exquisite.
He tongued from the top of her clitoris down to the slit of her sex. Then up again before sucking that bud into his mouth once more. Sweat beaded along Prue’s upper lip and slicked down her shoulder blades and spine. The nightgown, which had felt cool and free earlier, now felt suffocating.
The heat waseverywhere, and it was simply too much.
Desperate for the coil in her belly to snap, she jerked her hips, hoping to escape his tormenting mouth. He gripped her buttocks even tighter. Prue was certain the globes of her derriere would show the indentations of his fingers in the morning. “Oscar, I—”
Her wail was suspended as he did something different with his mouth. The suck was wetter and more lascivious…as if he covered her entire quim and kissed it deeply. Blissful heat blossomed through Prue. Her body shattered, and her mind flew apart as she tumbled over the edge into ecstasy. Prue moaned and weakly leaned to the side to tumble off her husband’s face.
Oh, God, his face!
She was still shaking from the devastating pleasure when his shadow fell over her. His lips glistened, and she blushed.
“That was your first climax,” he murmured huskily and pleased.
She nodded, hated that she felt exposed and shy.
“I am so bloody torn,” he growled, his expression one of savage arousal. “I want to wring more from you with wild fucking but also sweet loving.”
Something wonderful clutched at her heart, and she slipped her hands around his nape. “Then give me both,” Prue whispered achingly. “I am yourwife…with whom you should explore all your desires.”
“My wife,” he said gravely.
“Yes…your wife.”
Perhaps it was her whimsy, but she felt something invisible snap in place between them. She waited, barely breathing. Oscar kissed her, softly…tenderly…and her mouth trembled against his, and an ache rose up behind her eyes.
