the kitchen to fetch you the tonic.”
“Very good.” Lily smiled. The bit of the tension she’d
been feeling earlier had started to fade at the thought of getting a good night’s
rest.
“So,” Tildy asked, as she unlaced Lily’s gown.
Lily pursed her mouth. “He acted a gentleman.”
Tildy frowned. “So nothing happened.”
Lily’s lips quirked. “I didn’t say that, exactly.”
“Ooh,” Tildy squealed, her gaze glued to Lily’s
reflection. “Tell me all.”
“There’s not much to tell really.” Lily pulled at the
pins holding her hair up as she tried to decide how much to tell. “We had a
lovely carriage ride. He kissed me and then told me he’d announce the banns
signaling our wedding.”
The laces fell from Tildy’s hands and her mouth dropped
open. “That’s nothing? You’re engaged and you call that nothing.”
Lily shrugged. “I have no intention of marrying Lord
Lyon. It’s just going to take more time than I’d anticipated convincing him to
withdraw his suit.”
Tildy smiled. “The kiss was that good, eh?”
Lily shot her a look in the mirror. Her cheeks heating
to a raging glow. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. I’ve seen that look before.”
“What look?” Lily stared at her reflection, trying to
discover what Tildy thought she’d seen. Other than a slight flush to her
cheeks, a bit of a faraway glimmer in her eyes, she appeared no different.
Tildy patted Lily’s shoulder, then nodded knowingly.
“Are you going to tell me about the look or not? I’m
counting on your council.”
Her maid’s smile widened. “I think it’s best if you
discover it for yourself. That’s the way things are meant to be.”
“Ugh! You are impossible.” Lily narrowed her eyes, but
couldn’t hold the scolding expression.
“As you say, my lady.” Tildy slipped the gown from Lily
and hung it in the armoire. “I’ll get you that tonic now.”
* * * * *
Richard turned his carriage down the familiar street
leading to Madam Josephine’s. He’d call on Rose again tonight, to assuage his
need. But he longed for the day when he could approach Lady Lily and she’d bare
her neck willingly, accepting his fangs and his cock with ease. The thought of
drinking deeply from Lily had Richard shifting in his seat, his shaft thick
with arousal.
Richard growled, if he was anything but a gentleman he’d
pay her a visit tonight. But he was a gentleman, so he wouldn’t. At least not
yet. She needed time to adjust to him. Richard would have to take it slow when
handling the lady. She was innocent in every sense of the word and needed to be
broken in. He smiled. He lived for the day he’d be able to take her in his
arms, make love to her all night, and feast upon her senses.
Hopefully he wouldn’t have long to wait.
* * * * *
Rose was on her hands and knees with her ass in the air
when Richard entered the room. He stopped to admire the view, then he imagined
Lily in the same position on the bed and his breath caught in his throat. She’d
be a vision of ivory. The globes of her bottom would be nicely rounded and
firm. Her golden curls would glisten between her parted thighs, awaiting his
thick cock. Richard shifted, trying to alleviate the tightness in his breeches.
He stepped forward and ran a finger along Rose’s crack.
She moaned, spreading her legs even wider.
Richard swallowed hard. “You like that don’t you, Rose?”
She bucked her hips in response. He smiled, knowing
exactly what she liked. He’d made sure he’d brought her pleasure each and every
time, considering it a fair exchange for the blood she supplied him.
Richard continued to stroke, drawing moisture from her
cunt, while circling her brown puckered back entrance with one finger. Rose
trembled in anticipation. He dropped to his knees behind her, spreading her
cheeks wide, and then began to lick her moist folds. She groaned and pushed
back, greedy for his touch. Richard plunged his tongue
“Very good.” Lily smiled. The bit of the tension she’d
been feeling earlier had started to fade at the thought of getting a good night’s
rest.
“So,” Tildy asked, as she unlaced Lily’s gown.
Lily pursed her mouth. “He acted a gentleman.”
Tildy frowned. “So nothing happened.”
Lily’s lips quirked. “I didn’t say that, exactly.”
“Ooh,” Tildy squealed, her gaze glued to Lily’s
reflection. “Tell me all.”
“There’s not much to tell really.” Lily pulled at the
pins holding her hair up as she tried to decide how much to tell. “We had a
lovely carriage ride. He kissed me and then told me he’d announce the banns
signaling our wedding.”
The laces fell from Tildy’s hands and her mouth dropped
open. “That’s nothing? You’re engaged and you call that nothing.”
Lily shrugged. “I have no intention of marrying Lord
Lyon. It’s just going to take more time than I’d anticipated convincing him to
withdraw his suit.”
Tildy smiled. “The kiss was that good, eh?”
Lily shot her a look in the mirror. Her cheeks heating
to a raging glow. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. I’ve seen that look before.”
“What look?” Lily stared at her reflection, trying to
discover what Tildy thought she’d seen. Other than a slight flush to her
cheeks, a bit of a faraway glimmer in her eyes, she appeared no different.
Tildy patted Lily’s shoulder, then nodded knowingly.
“Are you going to tell me about the look or not? I’m
counting on your council.”
Her maid’s smile widened. “I think it’s best if you
discover it for yourself. That’s the way things are meant to be.”
“Ugh! You are impossible.” Lily narrowed her eyes, but
couldn’t hold the scolding expression.
“As you say, my lady.” Tildy slipped the gown from Lily
and hung it in the armoire. “I’ll get you that tonic now.”
* * * * *
Richard turned his carriage down the familiar street
leading to Madam Josephine’s. He’d call on Rose again tonight, to assuage his
need. But he longed for the day when he could approach Lady Lily and she’d bare
her neck willingly, accepting his fangs and his cock with ease. The thought of
drinking deeply from Lily had Richard shifting in his seat, his shaft thick
with arousal.
Richard growled, if he was anything but a gentleman he’d
pay her a visit tonight. But he was a gentleman, so he wouldn’t. At least not
yet. She needed time to adjust to him. Richard would have to take it slow when
handling the lady. She was innocent in every sense of the word and needed to be
broken in. He smiled. He lived for the day he’d be able to take her in his
arms, make love to her all night, and feast upon her senses.
Hopefully he wouldn’t have long to wait.
* * * * *
Rose was on her hands and knees with her ass in the air
when Richard entered the room. He stopped to admire the view, then he imagined
Lily in the same position on the bed and his breath caught in his throat. She’d
be a vision of ivory. The globes of her bottom would be nicely rounded and
firm. Her golden curls would glisten between her parted thighs, awaiting his
thick cock. Richard shifted, trying to alleviate the tightness in his breeches.
He stepped forward and ran a finger along Rose’s crack.
She moaned, spreading her legs even wider.
Richard swallowed hard. “You like that don’t you, Rose?”
She bucked her hips in response. He smiled, knowing
exactly what she liked. He’d made sure he’d brought her pleasure each and every
time, considering it a fair exchange for the blood she supplied him.
Richard continued to stroke, drawing moisture from her
cunt, while circling her brown puckered back entrance with one finger. Rose
trembled in anticipation. He dropped to his knees behind her, spreading her
cheeks wide, and then began to lick her moist folds. She groaned and pushed
back, greedy for his touch. Richard plunged his tongue
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