“Let us show Ashton what he has to look forward to, shall we?”
Doctor Hamilton’s hands moved to the ribbons at her neck, slowly, nerve-wrackingly, undoing the bow that held her nightdress closed.
Her nipples rose into points at the touch, as he spread the fabric wide to bare her throat and shoulders.
“A little more I think, Richard,” murmured the duke from across the room.
The doctor complied, and with a few deft movements he had undone the fastenings almost to her waist, his palms dragging over the still-covered mounds of her breasts as he worked.
Violet gave a soft whimper, clenching her thighs together as a strange throbbing pulse built there. She felt a restless impulse to arch her back and press herself up into his touch.
Was she utterly wicked, to have such urges, to enjoy the feeling of another man’s touch while her husband looked on? What on earth was happening?
“Relax, little flower. You are doing so very well.”
Violet glanced up at the doctor’s softly spoken words, momentarily shocked by the admiration she saw in his eyes.
She looked to the duke, and found his gaze equally warm, although much more fierce. He was leaning forward in his chair now, completely focused on her.
There was no censure in his gaze, no disapproval. Only eagerness.
Violet realised, suddenly, that these men desired her.
They were gathering around her like wolves intent on their prey.
Oh.The revelation floored her. Sending her heart pounding erratically in her chest as nervous uncertainty unfurled into excited anticipation.
Richard must have seen something of this new awareness on her face, for he drew the edges of her gown further apart, allowing her breasts to spill free of the bodice.
“Now, we must prepare your body to receive your husband.”
He reached down and cupped her breasts, sliding his thumbs over sensitive nipples until they peaked under his hand.
“Hmm, such pert, plump offerings, Ashton. These pretty tits are begging to be kissed.”
“Do it,” commanded the duke. “Suck them into your mouth. Taste them for me.”
The doctor knelt on the bed, lowering his mouth to capture a nipple between his lips.
Violet gasped, her hands fluttering over the sheets, then hummed as the hot warmth of his tongue caressed the tip of her breast. She stared down in amazement as he licked and sucked, pressing her breasts together so that he could drag his mouth from one to the other. Each scrape of the doctor's whiskered chin against her soft skin sent a throb of burning heat to that place between her thighs.
The feeling of a man’s hands on her body for the first time was overwhelming, igniting some hidden part of her that craved to be touched, to be plundered.
To receive more of that glorious praise she had glimpsed in their eyes.
She whimpered in surrender, giving in to the need for more, arching her back and offering herself for more kisses.
Her legs moved restlessly, a heavy throbbing ache building and building as Richard's hands explored and pinched at her flesh.
He pulled away, leaving her gasping and shaken. Wondering what would happen next.
“Spread her legs, I want to see it all,” grunted Ashton, as Violet’s face flushed hot with embarrassment.
Violet lay as still as possible while Richard slowly raised the hem of her gown, exposing her ankles and calves, then the tops of her thighs. She realised that the duke was perfectly positioned to see right between her legs.
She clamped them tightly together, suddenly shy.
“Now, now,” tsked the doctor, urging them apart with one strong hand on her knee. “You heard Ashton. Open for him.”
