It was her undoing, and she could not control herself as her body lifted off the bed, him grinding into her over and over as he pulled her hips to him again. He thrust, not once, not twice, but three times before he pulled out of her, splattering her body with his essence.
As she caught her breath, it was then that Winnie noticed she was at the foot of the bed and not the head.How did that happen?Her mask was askew, but still on. She straightened it, considering removing it all together.
Why was she hiding from him? Winnie had just had the most intimate experience of her life. She no longer wanted to hide herself from him.
Richard rose off the bed, and Winnie could not even move to see where he had gone. He returned momentarily the bed dipping from his sizable weight as a cool cloth touched her skin cleaning off the evidence of their activities.
“Victoria?” his voice, full of concern had her turning toward him.
Looking down at him, she saw what had him concerned. Proof of her virginity coated his now flaccid member.
Oh.
Winnie had forgotten about that one minor impediment of hers. Abruptly she sat up, needing to be out of the room.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, watching as she rose searching for her gown.
“It wasn’t of importance.” She bent down to step into her dress.
“Not important? I just fucked you like you were a strumpet. How is that not important to mention?” He sat up on the bed, his gray eyes now full of rage. “Why does Madame Delcour have a virgin working here?”
“I’m sorry, Richard, goodbye—”
“Victoria, wait. Where are you going?” he asked, rising off the bed.
“I must go.” She turned toward the door opening it and running out of the room as fast as her legs would allow with her gown practically falling off of her body.
Winnie did not stop to see if he was following her. As she noted the late hour, she saw the other rooms were open, some occupants coming out into the hall. She did not stop to see who they were; she just kept running.
It was time for her to return to her life and put the entire ordeal behind her.
CHAPTER6
Richard tripped over his bare feet as cool air massaged his most intimate body parts. He tried to catch his goddess as she dashed out of the Gretna Green room and down the hall. Offending her was not his intention, but he couldn’t help his anger. If only he had known she was pure, he wouldn’t had been such a bloody beast.
Dammit to hell, he was a fool. That she was unbearably tight for a woman of her chosen profession did nothing to deter him. It never occurred to Richard that she could be a virgin.A virgin!
His legs shook beneath him as he walked down the hall. The thought of her sheath around his cock nearly brought him to his knees. In truth he had never been with a virgin before. Even as an innocent himself, Richard had always been with women of experience.
“Dear God, man, put that thing away!” the Duke of St. Clara exclaimed, waving his hand toward the lower half of Richard’s body.
Richard looked down, noticing that he was indeed naked as the day he was born. Dammit. He couldn’t think. He had to find her, needed to see her again.
“St. Clara, always a pleasure,” Richard grumbled at the other duke who was much younger than him before turning around and walking back down the hall.
Ignoring the whistles and the gasps of the few occupants exiting their own rooms, Richard rushed back to the Gretna Green room. He wasn’t shy; in fact, Richard was rather proud of his body. A regular amount of exercise, fencing, riding, and on occasion bare knuckle boxing kept him fit.
“What in God’s teeth are you doing?” Hendershot rushed up behind Richard as he entered the room in search of his clothing.
“I need to find her right now. Have you seen her? She was wearing a red gown and gold mask with flowing blonde hair.” Richard rushed out the words, pulling up his breeches and going in search of his shirt and waistcoat.
“Are you speaking of the woman you were entertaining in the ballroom? The reason you forced me to switch rooms with you?” His friend who was currently free of his own mask raised an eyebrow at Richard in challenge.
“You wanted to switch rooms with me first if I remember correctly.” Not caring for his stockings which he had discarded before Victoria entered the room, Richard slipped on his black Hessians, marching out into the hall.
“Where do you think you are going?” Hendershot took hold of his arm, stopping him from sprinting down the hall.
“Release me, Harrison,” he said coldly, using his friend’s given name which he never did. Richard could not delay; he had to go find her and take her away from this place. She was his now; of that he was absolutely certain.
