Perhaps she’d rather not actuallysee it.
Laying back, she slid her feet apart, creating what she hoped would be an appropriate amount of room for him to work, and closed her eyes tightly.
She was not sure exactly what she had been waiting for, but when nothing happened, she opened her eyes and found him lying sideways on the bed, staring at her with his head resting on one hand.
And then she felt…it.
Glancing down was enough to confirm her suspicions. He had removed his breaches and—
Yes. The solid poking feeling at her side was indeed his member pressing into her. She just as quickly flicked her gaze back up to his face.
“Lila.” For the first time since meeting him that morning, she sensed he might possibly be capable of smiling. Not that he was smiling at her now, but something danced in the back of those silver-blue eyes. “Are you certain you are prepared to do this?”
“Yes.” She didn’t want to take any chances. “Just do what you need to do.” She closed her eyes again.
Then his hand was running down the length of her arm. He took a moment to draw a few light circles on the back of her hand and then moved his to rest on her abdomen.
Butterflies seemed to dance under her skin where he touched her. Her breath hitched when that same hand crept upward to just beneath her breast, cupping it from below.
“I won’t hurt you, Lila.” His voice sounded gravelly beside her ear.
She nodded slightly. Did she trust him?
Oddly enough, she did.
And then his fingers were slowly massaging the flesh that surrounded the tip. Pangs of… something hot coursed from where he touched her, to her center. Abandoning her earlier position, she squeezed her legs together and bent her knees. A tight pinch from his fingers had her swallowing hard.
When something warm and wet settled over her other breast, her eyes flew open.
She could only see the top of his head. He’d taken her nipple into his mouth, the fabric of her night rail no deterrent at all!
Awareness of a throbbing warmth between her legs replaced her initial shock and a moaning sound filled her ears.
Was that her?
It was! She squirmed, suddenly uncomfortable and wanting and scared all at the same time.
“I’m preparing you,” he mumbled before claiming her lips with his again.
Again, she could only nod, as his lips chased around the sides of her mouth, trailing down to her earlobes.
She shivered, and his tongue swirled around the shell of her ear.
His hand had abandoned her breast and now caressed her thigh. She’d not even noticed that he’d lifted her night rail.
Part of her wanted to stop him, and the image of his member burned on the back of her eyelids, but she’d determined long ago the necessity of assuring her marriage could never be contested.
She knew her father all too well—his dishonesty and cheating—his nefariousness knew no bounds.
Pemberth’s hand moved to the small mound just above her apex and all thoughts of her father fled. Dora had hinted at some of this, but Lila had not really believed her. Hunger grew inside of her.
Of their own volition, her hips thrust forward, inexplicably demanding more of his touch.
Ah, yes. Whereas before she’d been unable to even imagine him putting something inside of her there, she now wanted something…
She wanted anything.
She found herself twisting, writhing to be closer to him. And then his fingers slid into her folds, rubbing, circling, almost robbing her of her breath.
