“I want to taste you,” he said, even as her lips brushed his, her hand slowing, caressing his shaft distractedly as their mouths pressed together.
The kiss scorched its way through his body, as he slanted his mouth over hers and plundered. Licking his way into her mouth as she met him eagerly, each kiss deeper than the last.
Her hands wandered their way up his arms, winding around his neck and holding on tight even as the kiss turned hot, and greedy.
Inflamed, Richard cupped her hips and dragged her closer, fitting himself to the moist heat at her centre and grinding himself there against the thin fabric that was all that separated him from heaven.
“Oh-” she gasped against his lips, her hips rolling eagerly over the bulge of his erection, her plump bottom flexing sinfully beneath his palms.
“Yes, Violet. Yes.Good girl.That feels so good,” Richard groaned, tonguing the shell of her ear, burying his hands in silken hair and dragging her head back so that he could suck and lick his way down her throat, her breasts crushed against his chest as they rubbed themselves urgently towards the pinnacle of pleasure. Her shift rode up, the slippery heat of her sex bared to his cock, and he bucked up into her delicate flesh, urging her to ride him faster as the breath sawed in his throat.
“Richard-”she sighed, her body arching. His hands moved her hips now, rocking her harder, grinding her bud ruthlessly against the bulge of his crown as she lost her rhythm, stiffening and gasping as she found her pleasure with a breathy cry that sent his desire surging towards madness.
Richard dragged her mouth back to his, the sight of her climax sending him over the edge as his cock pulsed, hot creamy spend splattering over her chemise, her thighs. Defiling her with his base lust.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Violet was seatedin the parlour adjoining her rooms, embroidering in the early morning sun when the duke suddenly appeared at her door. It was unusual for the man to rise so early, but Violet was used to finding a moment of peace before others in her house rose, and even now the habit was hard to break.
“You pleased Richard very well, Violet,” said Ashton nonchalantly as he sauntered into the parlour, arching a brow at her expression as the hoop dropped from her fingers.
“You… know?” she whispered, whetting her lips nervously as she glanced up at him from the settee.
He settled himself regally on the settee beside her, his thigh brushing hers provocatively as he spread himself across the seat.
Ashton brushed an invisible piece of lint from his sleeve, smirking at her discomfort. “Of course, I know. I know everything, Violet. Always.”
He leaned back, sighing dramatically, as his hand snaked its way along the back of the chair to rest behind her head. “Richard and I have no secrets. You should take that as a given, my dear.”
The man was determined to invade every inch of her space, dominate the room, and suck all the air out of it until one’s only focus was on him.
The two men were so very different. It was enough o make her head spin, like a wave tossed between two hard crags of stone in the sea.
“Are you displeased?” she managed to utter, her stomach roiling as guilt flashed low in her belly.
Ashton frowned, reaching out to toy with a wisp of hair at the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Of course not. Why would you think that.” His lips twitched, and then his mouth curved up into a vulpine smile. “Just what about our late-night activities would give you any idea that I would be upset at the two of you becoming more… intimate.”
Violet blushed hot, her cheeks turning red with mortification. “I amyour wife.”
Ashton waved his hand through the air carelessly. “Yes, yes. I know that. I also know that I am not the usual sort of husband, but I thought we had moved past all that by now.”
Violet glanced around, noting that her door was closed. “Well, I-”
The duke interrupted her, at the action. “You do not need to fear the servants overhearing. I assure you they are paid extremely well for their loyalty and discretion.”
Well.That was actually quite reassuring.
Violet straightened her back, composing herself as she slowly placed the hoop into her workbox and turned to face the duke, her knees now directly against his as she faced her husband and the truth of her marriage head-on.
“A little bird told me it’s your birthday today,” smiled Ashton, with a disconcerting change in direction, reaching out to tuck a stray wisp of hair behind her ear.
Violet wetted her lips. “Yes, I suppose it is,” she admitted, looking down self-consciously.
“I have ordered a picnic to be prepared for us. We will go up to the old abbey on the coast for the day.”
Violet cocked her head, blinking in sudden amusement at the idea of the duke engaging in idle entertainment in the middle of the day. “Youpicnic, Your Grace? Is that allowed?”
