She was insane if she thought he would want anyone other than her. Every night he thought of her, yearned for her, and dreamed of her even though he knew in any other situation he would not be good enough for her. She was with him because he saved her from Dolan, but how he wanted it to be more than that.
“Do you really think I have a mistress? That I could think of anyone but you? Do you know what I think about over and over again in my mind? You spread out on Adderly’s table with your back pressed against the felt, my cock pressed up against you as your expressive face betrays every emotion you are feeling. I think about your cheeks flushed with desire and how you whimper for more.”
It was silent between them as she stared at him, shocked by his words. She wanted him. Sam could see the desire in her eyes.
“Clara, if you want me, you have me. All you have to do is tell me.” he said, softly.
“I want you,” she whispered.
Sam reached for her. Whether he was good enough for her or not, he could not resist.
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Clara gasped as Sam pulled her flush against him. He tilted his head down and pressed his lips to hers. At first the kiss was soft and lingering but gradually he teased her mouth open, intensifying it. She moaned as he pulled away from her. He smiled at her boyishly, and her heart beat wildly.
He spun her around, unbuttoning her red dress. “Do you know how ravishing you look? From the moment I saw you on the terrace I have thought of nothing but unbuttoning this dress and watching it slide down to the floor,” he whispered in her ear, slowly dragging his lips down her neck.
She trembled at his words. The dress fell to the floor making a whooshing sound, followed by her corset. He sighed as if all his dreams had just come true. He spun her around, and she flushed standing before him only in her chemise, knickers, and stockings. He grabbed her hand and guided her to the bed, sitting her down on the edge. She looked at him in confusion when he took one of her legs in both of his hands slowly sliding his hands up to where her stockings ended pushing her knickers up. He grabbed the edge of her stocking and slowly slid it down until it passed her calf. He paused, leaning forward placing light kisses along the inside of her knee and down her lower leg. Her body shivered from the sensation, and he chuckled. Once the stocking was off, he did the same with the other.
Clara did not know what she wanted, but she whimpered, “Sam.”
He pulled her up and gently pulled her chemise over her head. She stared at him shyly, and he ran his knuckles down her rib cage and the outline of one of her breasts.
“Exquisite,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
He laid her down gently, sliding her knickers off. He stepped away and Clara lifted her head to watch him. He pulled his shirt over his head, the muscles in his broad shoulders flexing as he did so. He slid his trousers down and Clara’s eyes widened at the sight of him. She flushed as their eyes connected, and he winked at her. She smiled at him. He laid down on his side next to her and ran his fingers down her stomach teasing her a little.
“Do you know how often I have thought about that evening in Adderly’s cardroom,” he whispered in her ear. She shook her head. “Watching the desire on your face. Hearing your moans and whimpers. The way you pushed against me, wanting more.”
He kissed her as his hands moved from her stomach down to her most intimate place. He teased her with his fingers and Clara moaned with delight. She whimpered when he pulled them away.
“Open your legs for me, Clara,” he said thickly.
Her legs fell open, and he slid his fingers deeper into her. The sensation had Clara arching off the bed, following the rhythm of his fingers. The moans that escaped her were uncontrollable. She rode his fingers faster, as the intense ache built within her. He chuckled, “That’s it, love.”
The ache shattered, and she fell against the bed, laughing lightly. She glanced at him, and he smiled back at her. She sighed and said, “That was amazing.”
He leaned down and kissed her, deeply and consumingly while he continued to run his hands up and down her body. He positioned himself between her legs. Clara could feel his hard member, large and thick against her most intimate parts, sending tingling sensations through her. He tilted her chin up so they were looking at each other, and he said, “It will only hurt this once. I promise I will make it up to you.”
She nodded, unsure what he meant but moaned when his member pushed into her. She sighed. Yes, she wanted this. As he continued his entry, she felt a flash of pain and froze. He kissed her deeply as if trying to take her pain away. He moved slowly, and Clara realized the ache she had before was building again. She pushed her hips up to meet his strokes.
Clara could not get enough of him. She grabbed his hips pushing him into her as deeply as she could, overcome by the sweet ache that overwhelmed all her senses. Her body pushed him to quicken their tempo, and she cried out as each stroke intensified the ache within her. Her moans grew louder as the ache built. Even if Clara wanted to control her moans, she could not. Her body was consumed by him and then it happened again, the ache exploded, and she let out a guttural primal cry.
He smiled and kissed her temple, briefly slowing down. Clara laughed in pure delight, and then she again met Sam stroke for stroke sensing the same ache in him. He grabbed onto her hips as he plunged into her and finally with a loud whimper clutched her hips one last time burying himself in her as deeply as he could. He collapsed rolling to his side with her.
Clara felt his arms wrap tightly around her. She snuggled into him and whispered into the quiet, “This could become addictive.”
He stroked her hip. “Good, because we are going to do lots more of it.”
Clara smiled. He pulled the blanket up and around them; it was stitched with hundreds of white feathers. “This cottage is atrocious,” he whispered.
Clara laughed.
Chapter 18
Sam opened his eyes and looked to see his wife stretched out on her stomach. His wife, the words elicited both happiness and trepidation from him. He wanted her, possibly more than anything he had ever wanted in his entire life. Even now he itched to touch her, to make love to her, and to be in her presence. Still, she was a lady and not any lady but the daughter of a duke. Why couldn’t he have fallen for anyone but her? He worried that one day she would look at him and regret her choice. She would hate him for the life she had given up. He pushed the thoughts from his mind, not wanting to think about the future.
He brushed the hair from her back and leaned down to place kisses along her spine but froze. All across her back were white marks. He pulled the blanket down and saw they ran from her shoulder blades to her waist.He recoiled, not in disgust but in horror, knowing only another human could have caused such lasting scars.Clara lifted her head and saw him staring at her back. She rolled over, pulling the blanket around her.
