The feel of his grin on her belly was enough to send Louisa into fits, but as he lowered himself farther, beneath her belly button, she began to panic. Surely, he wouldn’t…
“Rhys, wait.” She tried to sit up, but his large hands came up to her ribs and pressed her down.
“Easy, love. I know what I’m doing.”
“Yes, but I don’t.”
He chuckled, though Louisa wasn’t sure what was so humorous. His fingers splayed out as his hands drifted to her hips and, with a decisive strong hold on her waist, he pulled her down slightly as he licked her most intimate spot.
Louisa’s eyes shut tightly as the invasion washed over her. Pure panic might have been the most apt description of whatshe felt in that moment, but soon it was replaced by the same soothing, exciting feeling from last night.
Her mouth fell open as she began to breathe heavily.
“Rhys…” she moaned, horrified at her body as her hips bucked involuntarily.
The betrayal of her body only fueled Rhys’s attentions, as a hand slipped off her hip and came beneath her bottom. She shifted, trying to get away, but he wasn’t having it. Instead, he dragged his hand across her backside and sank one of his fingers inside of her as he continued his feast.
Louisa began to squirm, the familiar build of pleasure pumping into her with every flick of his finger. It was mortifying, to be so at the mercy of someone, particularly in this setting, while simultaneously desperate for him to do more. More of what, Louisa wasn’t sure; she only knew that she wanted to feel like she had last night.
“Yes, love.” He breathed on her. “How desperate you are for it. Come for me.”
Though it was hardly a command, some indecent part of her took it as such and without understanding exactly why or how it would work, Louisa’s body instantly tensed as tiny explosive jolts shook every inch of her. She was in heaven once more, idly ignoring how blasphemous it was to compare the animalistic nature of what they were doing to the serenity of a peaceful afterlife, but she couldn’t help it. This was the most amazing thing she had ever felt, ever experienced, and shewasdesperate for it.
Goodness. Surely a man as honorable as her husband would find her wanton behavior distasteful, but he only seemed excited by it, for in the next minute he was hovering over her. With a swiftness she hadn’t expected, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back. Louisa was limp in his hands as he reached for her right leg. Placing his fingers beneath her knee, hepositioned her to a straddle position. Louisa wanted to melt into him, but she was also unsure what he wanted her to do.
“Move down,” he commanded, his hands going to her hips once more as he gently guided her. Louisa did as she was told, and gasped when she felt him push into her.
Her hands went wide against his chest.
“Easy,” he said, his own fingers digging into her backside as he began to move beneath her, like waves surging up before crashing on the shore.
Louisa compared it to horseback riding, though that had always been jolty. This was far smoother, and to her wanton horror, she felt herself begin to grind against him, both working together.
However, that proved too much for Rhys, who suddenly became rigid, his fingers undoubtedly leaving dark bruises around her hips. The thought of those tiny marks caused her to bite her bottom lip as another orgasm broke over her.
Louisa bent forward as Rhys captured her mouth in a kiss and continued to drive upward until he met his own satisfaction before gently enveloping her in his arms. After what felt like hours, Rhys’s mouth found her ear.
“I think I should feed you now.”
“Feed me?” she asked dreamily. “You speak as if I’m one of your pets that need taking care of.”
“But I do intend to take care of you,” he said as he nibbled her earlobe. “What should you wish to eat this morning?”
Louisa was about to answer when a knock sounded at the door. She and Rhys stared at one another, confused as to who would be in their home at this hour.
“Lieutenant? I think you should dress,” Mrs. Crawford’s voice sounded on the other side of the solid wood. “There are visitors.”
“Visitors? At this hour?” Louisa whispered. “Who would come so early in the day?”
“I don’t know,” he said, himself confused as he called out, “Very good, Mrs. Crawford. I’ll be down momentarily.”
“Yes sir.”
The gentle pitter patter of footsteps drifted away. Rhys was on his feet in an instant, while Louisa scrambled out of bed as well.
“I wonder who it could be,” she murmured as she wrapped herself in her husband’s nightrobe. All her clothes were in the main bedroom. “Perhaps it’s a neighbor?”
“Doubtful,” Rhys said as he buttoned his shirt. “Everyone of standing in these parts is still in London.”
