And then he put his face back to her core. This time he brought his fingers to fill her up, too. He filled her that way, as he licked her clit, and he heard her wild intakes of breath, her fluttery moans that indicated she was close.
Just as her legs began to shake and he felt her convulse, he felt himself lose control. He came, explosively, and his seed seeped hot and wet over his smalls. It came in one wave and then another and another. He cried out into her sweetness, trying to let her ride the waves of his pleasure as he himself came. He grasped onto her, giving her stability, even as he needed it himself.
The pleasure blanked his vision.
If she would be the death of him, he thought, at least he would die happy.
Chapter Fifteen
Augustus—
The street festival was a marvel. I had never been to that side of London before and I have been thinking of it—and you—all day.
While I have enjoyed our fresh air activities, I have to say that I yearn for four walls and, perhaps, even a bed. I know the servants’ passage to your rooms well. Would you think me too brazen if I visited you there this evening?
Olivia
*
Olivia—
It would be an honor of which I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find myself fully worthy. Nothing would give me more pleasure.
Augustus
*
Augustus—
You are so formal, sir, that I hardly know if I correspond with the same man.
Nevertheless, I hope you are indeed Augustus Carrington, or the real one will be rather surprised to find me at his bedchamber door this evening.
Olivia
*
Olivia—
You mock me, my love, but you cannot know how important such an event would be to me. To have you in my bedchamber, even if it is just to share a caramel and read the next chapter fromIvanhoe, is all I want in this life.
Augustus
*
Augustus—
I do not think we will needIvanhoe.
The caramels, however, you may bring.
Olivia
*
That ride backto Bloomsbury, Olivia would never remember. They had stumbled from the woods after their tryst. She had barely felt capable of holding herself upright. On the way back, conversation had felt impossible—but not in the same way they had struggled before. No, it felt, instead, beside the point, as if they had said all they needed to already. In fact, Olivia was sure that she had revealed too much. This courtship was supposed to be slow. It was supposed to be about him winning her trust. She was supposed to win something back that she had lost in the past. Yet, now, she didn’t feel in control. She felt wild. And utterly, desperately satiated.
Even as they left Hyde Park, she knew that, very soon, she would have him again.
