“What are you doing?”
“I wish to know if you have been drinking.”
“No, Charlotte,” Victor laughed. “I am very much sober and as soon as I can get you upstairs, I am going to prove to you just how much I have bloody desired you from the moment you descended from that scaffolding.”
Her eyes widened, and Victor wasn’t certain if it was from shock or fear.
“I have been wanting to seduce you since I arrived, but assumed that you needed time.”
“You have?”
He didn’t give her a moment to think or ask any more questions before he descended.
Chapter 22
Charlottestruggledtounderstandeverything that he had just told her.
Did he honestly state that he did desire her, and that he had?
Why hadn’t he said something earlier?
Victor leaned forward and placed his lips against hers. It wasn’t like the quick kisses he gave her when leaving her at her door since his arrival. This was warm, sensual. Her dress tightened and she tried to mimic him. His tongue ran the seam of her lips. She opened and Victor delved inside, taking her by surprise. The room spun and Charlotte had to close her eyes and grasped his shoulders.
Heat pulsated through her body, her breasts tightened as his arms came around her, pulling her tight against his body.
Never had she experienced the like, nor had she ever imagined that kissing could be so wonderfully breathtaking.
Victor broke the kiss and lifted his head. “Never, ever doubt my desire for you again.” His tone was rough in his demand. A shiver snaked down her spine. “What your father filled your head with was nonsense. You are beautiful and desirable, and I cannot wait to make you mine.” His hands skimmed down her back and cupped her bottom, bringing her against his manhood. Heat pooled in her nether regions.
“I am going to take you upstairs, divest you of that gown, lay you across my bed, make you cry out with passion as you reach your release and not let you leave until I know that you are fully and completely sated and no longer have any doubts as to your allure.”
Her heart was pounding as her body heated with desire and embarrassment. Victor certainly didn’t intend for her to be completely naked before him. They would at least be under the covers.
Except, he thought her desirable and even though he had said the words over and over, Charlotte had difficulty believing that they were true. Yet, there was no doubt that he was capable of taking her right now as she could feel him pressed against her stomach.
There was hope for her future. A happy future.
At the scratch at the library door, Victor lifted his head and shouted. “What?”
“May I come in?” the butler asked.
Victor blew out a breath and retreated behind the desk where he took a seat.
“Enter!” he called.
“You have visitors.” The butler looked to her.
“We are not at home,” Victor barked as Charlotte asked who had called.
“It is Lord and Lady Kingsley, Lady Blackmar.”
“Lord and Lady Kingsley?”
“Bloody hell.”
Charlotte turned to her husband. “Who are they?”
“My sister and her husband.”
