She shrugged out of it, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against me.From this position, she looked down at me, those crystalline eyes full of wonder.
With one hand, I held her in place while the other slipped down between her pyjama pants and where I sat.
It did not take long to find her hot, aching pussy, which was already quite moist.I gazed up at her, hoping she could understand.This...
This was the only language I knew when it came to making up.
I hadn’t had many serious relationships, but the ones I’d had, sex always seemed to smooth things over.
“Are you cross with me?”I asked, my thumb flicking her swollen clit.
She bucked against me, sucking in a breath.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head, her cheeks pink.“No,” she said.“I don’t want you to stop.”
I grinned, taking her lips like the prayer they were.
“But I am cross with you,” she whispered against my mouth.
“Then punish me,” I whispered as I slid one finger into her soaked entrance.
Her mouth fell open, kiss-swollen lips plump and perfect.
“Teach me how to be a better consort.”I kissed her again, the words breathing a life of their own.
My mind was a mess.There was so much I wanted to say, and I’d come to her room to talk those things out, because with Violet I could be honest.But somehow, it wasn’t the words I wanted to say that came out of my mouth, no.
It was the words I should have kept hidden that forced their way into the world.
“Don’t you have enough teachers?”she asked, her voice light and tinged with laughter.
I wasn’t joking.
I was being dead serious.
She pushed me back into the mattress and the bed creaked.We both stopped for a moment, not wanting to make a sound, but not wanting to stop, either.A brief moment passed and there was no other noise, so I whispered, “Those teachers are not anywhere near as smart as you.”
She grinned.“And how do you propose I punish you, Bane Locke?Hmm?With a ruler to your knuckles?”
I grinned as she carefully unbuttoned my pants, her warm palm slipping against my hip.
“Pain is pleasure if you know how to do it correctly,” I taunted her.
Just before she could free my cock, I flipped her over onto the mattress and it creaked once more.
She stared at me with wide eyes.
The monster inside of me was begging to be freed, but I would not give him a chance.He got us into this mess, I would have been damned to give him a chance to mess things up when they were clearly going so well.
“Perhaps you should start with an apology,” she said.“I hear those are less painful than a ruler.”
I tugged her pyjama pants down with her panties, watching as her cheeks reddened.
The sound of footsteps outside caused us both to shudder with panic.I held my breath, and she hers, until we were both certain whoever was traipsing the halls at this hour, was gone.
“And how, my darlinganam cara, would you like me to grovel in apology?”
