His
gaze met hers as he picked up a piece of cheese and slowly bit into it.
She darted her gaze away and proceeded to eat her meal in silence.
Curious, he watched her eat. The way her white teeth bit into a piece of
cold chicken. The precise manner in which she broke her cheese in half
before placing it between her full pink lips.
“So
you thought we’d live apart. What if I prefer to keep my wife in bed?”
She
arched her eyebrow at him. “I find it hard to believe you’ll be that
enamored with me, my lord.”
“Enamored or not, you indicated you wanted my experience. Did you lie to
me?”
“Of
course, not!” A blush crested her smooth cheeks. “I do want to know what
it…how to…Blast! You know what I’m trying to say; but, I don’t expect it
to last for very long at all.”
“Interesting.”
“What
is?”
“Your
logical, fatalistic approach to the subject of our matrimony. Your view
of it is quite startling.”
“I
don’t see what’s so startling about it. After all, marriage mainly
serves the purpose of allowing a man to line his pockets with money from
the woman he marries and the pursuit of an heir. Nothing more, nothing
less.”
“And
what of love, Sophie? Do you not long for love?” The words were out of
his mouth before he realized what was happening. Bloody hell! What the
devil had possessed him to ask her such a ridiculous question. Of
course, she longed for love. What woman didn’t? But love wasn’t
something he was capable of giving her. To do so required him to trust,
and that was something he would never do again.
Her
eyes were wide as she looked at him. Frowning, he cursed himself again
as she smiled with a touch of irony. “Love is for the young, my lord.
Something I no longer am.”
“You
enjoy pointing out your age to me, I wonder why?”
“Not
at all, I’m simply a realist. Love is for idealists, and I’ve learned
practicality is a far better companion than wishful thinking.”
“So
what do you expect from our marriage, aside from living apart from your
husband.”
“I’m
not sure what you mean. If you’re concerned that I’ll make demands on
your time, I can assure you I’m quite self-sufficient.”
“Of
that I have no doubt.” He grinned. She was more than capable of taking
care of herself or she wouldn’t have possessed the ballocks to disturb
the devil in his Keep. “It’s unheard of for a beautiful woman to accost
me in the Keep with the intention of marrying me.”
A bright red
spotted her cheeks at his words, and she glared at him. “It seems you
enjoying making fun of me, my lord.”
“Good God,
I’m not making fun of you woman, I’m simply teasing you.”
“Oh.” She
worried her lower lip with her teeth. “I’m unaccustomed to such banter.
The gentlemen I’ve known never did so with me.”
“Ah, but I’m
no gentleman, Sophie. In fact, I’m worse than any rake you might have
heard of before.”
She laughed
again, and her face lit up with amusement. It made her lovelier still.
Taking a sip of his burgundy wine, he wondered how the local male
population had failed to see this woman for the beauty she was. Her
laughter died away, although a smile remained on her lips.
“You shall
have to work harder than that to appall me, my lord. I’m now convinced
you say wicked things simply to shock me.”
“Do you now.
And what if I were to say something very wicked to you.”
“Whatever it
is, I’m sure the initial embarrassment will dissipate quickly leaving me
better prepared for your next sinful expression.”
Clutching his
chest as though in great pain, he shook his head solemnly. “You wound me
grievously, my dear. To think my wicked ways won’t shock you is sad news
indeed.”
“I’m certain
you shall recover quite nicely, my lord.”
“Ah, but will
you. After all, my sins are many, and I intend to teach them all to
you.”
Another blush
crested her cheeks. “I can imagine you think me completely uneducated,
but I do read, my lord. I shall not come to our marriage bed without
some small idea of what happens between a man and woman.”
The haughty
reply took him aback for a moment. Why the little minx thought to set
him down did she? He arched his eyebrows at her, watching her pink
tongue dart out to wet her full lips. “So tell me, Sophie. What do you
expect will happen between us on our wedding night?”
“Well, I…I
…we’ll share a bed…and I…” Her voice trailed off into silence.
“Ah, so the
bravado you exhibit in your speech is far removed from your actual
understanding.”
“That’s
unfair. You can hardly expect me to describe such an intimacy.”
“Why not?
Shall I tell you what I know will happen?”
He watched
her spine stiffen and straighten as she glared at him. “I doubt you
would provide me with any information I’m not familiar with already.”
“A
challenge.” His mouth twisted into a smile. “Very well. On our wedding
night, I’ll slowly remove your clothing, allowing myself to enjoy the
firmness of those delightful breasts I’ve yet to see fully revealed.”
Her gasp
encouraged him to continue as his eyes met her shocked gaze. “Once
you’re naked before me, I intend to explore every inch of you with my
mouth and tongue. Especially your nipples. I have a fascination with
nipples. They’re one of the few places on a woman’s body that remain as
hard as my cock during lovemaking.”
This time her
gasp was more of a choking noise as she stared at him in appalled
fascination. He arched one eyebrow, daring her to protest. She glared at
him but remained silent. Fully aware of his ungentlemanly behavior, he
continued.
“I intend to
suck on your nipples, Sophie until that delightful spot between your
legs is hot and wet. I’m going to use my mouth to make you writhe in my
arms, begging me for a release you’ve not yet experienced.”
“My lord, I—”
“Then
when I’m quite certain you’re ready for me, I’m going to plunge my cock
deep inside you over and over again until I spill my seed in you. And
all the while, I’m going to enjoy hearing you cry out from the pleasure
of it all.”
Silence fell
between them, and he noted the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Far
better she know now than later the man she was marrying. There was still
time for her to change her mind. Reluctantly, he had to admit that he
didn’t want her to change her mind, and her relatively calm composure
pleased him.
Most
women of her background would be running from him in hysterics, but not
Sophie Hamilton. Either she was made of sturdier stuff or she was
completely enthralled with his vivid description. And he found himself
hoping it was the latter.
She took a
deep breath as the tip of her tongue darted out to dampen her lips. What
would those luscious lips feel like surrounding his cock? He was going
to teach this fascinating creature to do things no wife would ever
expect from her husband. The idea made him grin as he bit into a tart
apple.
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