Violet parted her thighs slowly, shame sending a hot blush to her cheeks as she stared in embarrassment up at the canopy of the bed.
“Hmm, yes, very good,” said Richard, his hand caressing the skin of her inner thighs. “You are growing wet, I can see the evidence of your fertility coating your thighs.”
“Do you understand what happens between a man and a woman, Violet?” murmured Richard, his hands still trailing up and down her skin, coming dangerously close to her secret centre, then moving teasingly away.
“Well, yes, and no…” admitted Violet, glancing nervously up at the doctor.
He looked across the room at Ashton, and some secret communication passed between them.
He looked back down at Violet and smiled reassuringly. “There is nothing to fear. To join in a carnal manner with a man is what your body was made for.”
He looked down, between her thighs. “Let me show you…”
Violet went still as his fingers drifted to the light thatch of curls between her thighs, stroking her there, gently, sweetly, until his fingers dipped deeper, parting her until they found the heat of her arousal, gathered there at her centre like a secret offering.
“The Duke will penetrate you here, with his member-”
“His cock,” offered the Duke, smirking as the doctor frowned disapprovingly in his direction.
“And then he will release his seed inside of you, planting his heir in your belly, perhaps.”
Violet had no chance to dwell on this frank description of the act, as she clamped her lips closed, a moan threatened to slip free, her eyes closing in bliss as those deft fingers stroked her in a place no one had ever touched before, finding a spot that made her hips rise in response.
“Yes, that’s just it. That’s good, Violet.”
“She is ready now,” said the Duke, rising from his chair and striding towards the bed as he unselfconsciously untied his banyan, throwing the robe wide and letting it slide from his shoulders as he stood, proud and regal, at the edge of the bed.
The candles flickered, throwing the duke into shadow that did nothing but highlight his nudity. Violet stared up at him in shock, her eyes unable to resist taking in every inch of his virile form. From wide shoulders, his torso tapered down to narrow hips, a sinful line of dark hair running down the flat plane of his belly unerringly towards the engorged member that jutted from his groin.
The man grasped his erection proudly, sliding his palm down the length and gripping the base, watching Violet avidly as she looked her fill of him.
The Doctor handed him a bottle, and the duke spilt some of the oil into his hand, rubbing it along that thick veined length, slicking it carefully over the ruddy bulge of the tip as Violet shuddered with anticipation.
He would take her now. He would have what he wanted.
And she wanted him to, Violet realised. She wanted to know what other things these wicked men could make her feel.
Maybe she wanted a taste of wickedness for once in her life.
The duke placed a palm on each knee, pushing them apart slowly as he climbed onto the mattress to kneel between them.
The doctor settled behind her, his hands on her shoulders, reassuring, calm, steady. But also so, so scandalous.
He would watch, she realised, as she peeked up at his face, then down to the duke, whose eyes were on her with an equal measure of intensity.
CHAPTERFIVE
Violet could feel everything,as she waited breathlessly for her husband to claim her.
The slide of the silken sheets beneath her body, the warmth of the doctor’s hands as he slowly smoothed them over her shoulders and down, grazing the side of her breasts.
Heat radiated off the Duke as he knelt between her thighs, his arms coming down on either side of her hips as he positioned himself, nudging the smooth bulge of his crown between her folds, sliding unerringly into the dip at her centre that she had never realised needed to be filled so badly.
As one almost, they all took a breath, and the Duke flexed his hips, stretching her entrance around his girth, sliding relentlessly into her tight sheath with slow, steady pressure. Violet rolled her head restlessly on the pillow, gripping the sheets as her body opened to his demands, the oil easing his way.
Ashton clenched his jaw, glancing down as he met with a moment of resistance, then, with a slight pinch, he surged forward, claiming her as his with one, heady stroke.
Violet shuddered, her body clenching around the invading length, something hot and urgent twisting in her belly. The feeling of having a man’s member pressed deep inside, brushing the very mouth of her womb, was like nothing she could have imagined.
