Elizabeth was well past waiting. She pulled him to her, only to have him roughly shove her arms above her head.
“No touching,” he growled, the devil in him returned. “You will not control or distract me. Lie back and take your pleasure, Lizzie. Do not touch,” he repeated, then thrust his tongue down her throat.
She groaned in pure frustration, for it killed her not to touch, but her tongue, at least, was allowed to dance with his. Their lips tangled in passion until he overpowered her again, attacking breasts and belly with teases and licks, before he landed at herquim, where he’d exhausted her just last night—and why Li’s maids had so thoroughly stripped her.
Milton settled between her thighs and played her with virtuoso skill, making her arch right off the bed. His fingers pried her wide and stroked her every crease, slid voluptuously over slippery flesh. Back and forth he played her: faster, slower, pressure, release.
“I am ready, Milton, do not wait,” she panted, desperate.
“Patience, woman.” His breath tickled as he traced and tongued her cunny till she could take no more.
Without thinking, she grabbed his hair and shoved his face more deep, but he violently pinned her arms above her head, looming large over her body, nostrils flaring.
“Do. Not. Touch.” His expression was grim, twisted. “If you cannot control yourself, Lizzie, I shall be forced to restrain you.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Then bind me, Milton. I cannot help but touch.”
He grunted as he grabbed silk neckties from his dresser, affixing her arms to the bedposts in a flurry of action, testing the ties for tension. Fear flickered across his face, but just as quickly disappeared. “I’ll go as slow as you need, wife.”
“I am not afraid,” she answered.
“But you should be, Lizzie.” Their eyes met. “Youshouldfear your husband.”
She did not, though he pushed her thighs wide and slid his fingers deep inside. She gasped at his invasion, yet she trusted Milton now, despite his words. Perhaps she trusted him because of them. His fingers curled and stroked until he brought her just within reach. Just…
Elizabeth thrashed against her ties, grateful for their hold. She relaxed her legs to greet him as he slid his hips between, eager to be let in.
With slow and steady pressure, he gently entered and stretched. He bent his head to her ear and asked, “Lizzie, may I?” as ifhewere the one in pain.
“Yes,” she hissed and he thrust, his reticence gone. The burn warmed to a glow as he drew back and impaled her once more. She felt breached yet somehow starved for more.
“Move with me, Lizzie.” Hot breath grazed her earlobe. “Join your body to mine in dance.”
She shifted her hips, and he slid further in, making her grit her teeth and gasp.
“God help me.” Milton groaned as he pulled back out. “Forgive me, Lizzie,” he whispered, before he fucked her with full force.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Elizabeth awoke to images which dizzied, and for a moment those images felt not like dreams but like reality. Her wedding night came crashing back, making her flush to her toes.
‘Fuck,’ she realized, was indeed a fine word.
“Good morning, wife,” Milton’s deep voice rumbled as he leaned over to kiss her nose. “How does it feel to no longer be a virgin bride?”
She stretched her body like a cat, every inch of her gloriously sore. “Well used, husband.” She sighed. “And most thoroughly pleasured.”
“Good.” Milton’s hand boldly traveled beneath the covers, to right between her legs.
Elizabeth gulped.
“I am pleased I brought you pleasure.” His hand stroked her awake. “I think I’ll have my bride again.” He pulled back the covers to bathe her in sunlight, then raised her hips to enter her once more. Her breath caught as he pressed her hands again above her head, in undeniable control.
She fell into his motions, though he was large and she still tight. She’d learned last night to relax her body and remain open to him, for if she did he would not hurt her.
She arched her hips to match his rhythm as he nibbled the shell of her ear.
“I expect you to acquiesce whenever I ask, Lizzie, and I warn you, I will ask more often than is seemly.” He thrust harder, making her moan, much too eager. “I am going to fuck you often, to ensure my seed takes root in your womb. For I long to see you as round and ripe as the Duchess of Allendale looked at our wedding.”
