Her eyelids grew heavy, and Vincent could hold back no longer.
He reached for her hands and lifted them to the bedframe. “Place your hands here.” He wrapped her fingers around the cool metal.
He’d not had a woman in nearly four months. She was his wife.
She was his.
He’d all but bought and paid for her.
Frantic with lust, Vincent finally allowed his cock free rein, driving and shoving himself to completion. Just before he was about to spend, she convulsed and cried out.
Deeper. Again deeper.
His release came in an explosion of red and white light. He emptied himself inside of her, prodded one last time, and then collapsed as though boneless.
* * *
Lila edgedherself out from beneath the hulk of a man who slept atop her, dislodging his member in the process. She felt sticky, shaky, and not at all certain that any of that had been what she’d expected.
Some aspects had been so very tender and sweet, and then others had seemed almost violent. In the light of the lantern, she stared at him and wondered who he was. His skin shone almost golden, shadows and ridges creating a myriad of swirls over his skin.
Sliding her feet to the floor, she winced. Blood and… something else. His seed. No maid would ever discover these sheets. In the morning, Lila would change them out for one she’d stuffed into her bag.
She’d have evidence. Just in case.
She could not trust her father.
As she stood, her muscles protested, and twinges from between her legs reminded her that she was no longer a maiden.
She had… enjoyed it. Even when he’d seemed more animal than man.
When he’d placed her hands upon the bars, she’d felt a moment of fear. But after that, she’d been grateful for something to hold her steady so that she could take him deeper and reach for him with… she didn’t quite know.
But in the end, she could not deny her reaction to what they shared.
Not at all what she’d expected.
She tiptoed across to the tray of food she’d barely touched earlier and broke off a piece of bread. Dropping to the hard wooden chair, she bit into it enthusiastically.
Now that it was over, her appetite had returned.
Would he sleep through the night like that? Wearing nothing?
He was quite handsome. In all her imaginings, she’d never suspected her husband would look like him. Her initial fiancé, although handsome and well-built, had been dark and not nearly as large.
Pemberth was large.
All of him.
It had fit. He’d driven it in and out of her—that pulsing staff of rigid flesh.
At first, it had seemed as though it would not fit, but then her body had adjusted… made room for him.
And it had only hurt in those first few moments. After that, she’d felt it deep inside and she’d known a…
Knowing.
A belonging.
