from now on. Only you. Everyone else faded and now I can hardly remember them. I don’t care to.”
I loved that he felt he could talk about his admittedly colourful philandering before he met me. Every time I entered a room I confronted yet another of his old mistresses. After his parents sent Gervase abroad instead of supporting him, as Richard felt they should have done, he went through the society that would have condemned his twin, with revenge rather than philandering on his mind. Although he regretted it, he could hardly go around apologizing to each one. Instead, he tried to help them if they needed it and demonstrated that he’d decided to become a respectable member of society.
Perhaps that was exaggerating somewhat.
And in any case, at present he hardly felt like a respectable gentleman. Thank the Lord.
I folded my arms around him, smoothed my hands down his back to his buttocks and gripped them hard, urging him to enter my body as deeply as possible. He laughed and obliged, and I lifted my legs to hook them around his upper thighs. I loved the feel of his skin against mine, his legs rough with hair. As physically close as we could get.
“You look so beautiful like this. Rose, you’re my life.”
Sometimes he scared me when he spoke so fervently. But this time I loved his words, adored him assuring me how much I meant to him because I reciprocated every word. I understood. “Never leave me.”
“Never. Everything I have is yours, everything I am.”
I arched my back and moaned as he began to thrust into me, but he paused, seized a pillow and pushed it under my buttocks. Then he slid deeply into me once more and proceeded to carefully, methodically, drive me out of my mind. Hairpins scattered over the pillow as I arched and reached for him, dislodging the neat coiffure my maid had so carefully dressed my hair into this morning. Sweat beaded his brow and wildness entered his eyes, displaying his need to bring me to climax before he found his own peak. I knew the signs now and it made him more dear, more loved. As we knew each other better, our lovemaking, in fact every aspect of our partnership, improved. We grew closer every day.
The warmth he was stroking inside gained in intensity, spreading to an unbearable prickling tension invading my body, but so welcome. I grasped his shoulders, cried out and experienced that perfect moment of nothing before everything exploded within me and wave after wave of passion flowed over me. My sex clenched around his and I tried to control it, tightening my inner muscles to milk him of everything he could give me. I took and he gave.
His breath caught in his throat and he gave a strangled cry before he dropped his head and rested it against mine, breaking eye contact briefly before he raised his gaze again and we watched each other as we flowed into mutual ecstasy. At that moment I was closer to Richard than to anyone else, before or since. We shared our love, and I remembered what he’d said to me early in our marriage, heard his words as if he spoke them now. “Let me teach you all I know so that we can go on together.”
Now I knew what he meant. We were still learning, but now as equals in love, as in everything else.
Chapter Eight
We had thought to have a pleasant evening at the theatre, before the crowds of the season proper overwhelmed it and the audience could no longer hear what the actors were saying. I had a fondness for a good play, well acted, but sometimes even David Garrick failed me, and sadly, this was one of those nights. My previous enjoyment of Mr. Garrick and his interpretation of various roles kept me in place, as many in the audience would note the fact that I left early, but sometimes I could use my pregnancy as an excuse. I was thinking of doing just that when several new entrants in the box opposite to ours kept me riveted to my seat.
I had hoped for a pleasant evening, despite the disappointment of the play, since tonight
I loved that he felt he could talk about his admittedly colourful philandering before he met me. Every time I entered a room I confronted yet another of his old mistresses. After his parents sent Gervase abroad instead of supporting him, as Richard felt they should have done, he went through the society that would have condemned his twin, with revenge rather than philandering on his mind. Although he regretted it, he could hardly go around apologizing to each one. Instead, he tried to help them if they needed it and demonstrated that he’d decided to become a respectable member of society.
Perhaps that was exaggerating somewhat.
And in any case, at present he hardly felt like a respectable gentleman. Thank the Lord.
I folded my arms around him, smoothed my hands down his back to his buttocks and gripped them hard, urging him to enter my body as deeply as possible. He laughed and obliged, and I lifted my legs to hook them around his upper thighs. I loved the feel of his skin against mine, his legs rough with hair. As physically close as we could get.
“You look so beautiful like this. Rose, you’re my life.”
Sometimes he scared me when he spoke so fervently. But this time I loved his words, adored him assuring me how much I meant to him because I reciprocated every word. I understood. “Never leave me.”
“Never. Everything I have is yours, everything I am.”
I arched my back and moaned as he began to thrust into me, but he paused, seized a pillow and pushed it under my buttocks. Then he slid deeply into me once more and proceeded to carefully, methodically, drive me out of my mind. Hairpins scattered over the pillow as I arched and reached for him, dislodging the neat coiffure my maid had so carefully dressed my hair into this morning. Sweat beaded his brow and wildness entered his eyes, displaying his need to bring me to climax before he found his own peak. I knew the signs now and it made him more dear, more loved. As we knew each other better, our lovemaking, in fact every aspect of our partnership, improved. We grew closer every day.
The warmth he was stroking inside gained in intensity, spreading to an unbearable prickling tension invading my body, but so welcome. I grasped his shoulders, cried out and experienced that perfect moment of nothing before everything exploded within me and wave after wave of passion flowed over me. My sex clenched around his and I tried to control it, tightening my inner muscles to milk him of everything he could give me. I took and he gave.
His breath caught in his throat and he gave a strangled cry before he dropped his head and rested it against mine, breaking eye contact briefly before he raised his gaze again and we watched each other as we flowed into mutual ecstasy. At that moment I was closer to Richard than to anyone else, before or since. We shared our love, and I remembered what he’d said to me early in our marriage, heard his words as if he spoke them now. “Let me teach you all I know so that we can go on together.”
Now I knew what he meant. We were still learning, but now as equals in love, as in everything else.
Chapter Eight
We had thought to have a pleasant evening at the theatre, before the crowds of the season proper overwhelmed it and the audience could no longer hear what the actors were saying. I had a fondness for a good play, well acted, but sometimes even David Garrick failed me, and sadly, this was one of those nights. My previous enjoyment of Mr. Garrick and his interpretation of various roles kept me in place, as many in the audience would note the fact that I left early, but sometimes I could use my pregnancy as an excuse. I was thinking of doing just that when several new entrants in the box opposite to ours kept me riveted to my seat.
I had hoped for a pleasant evening, despite the disappointment of the play, since tonight
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