He pushed her legs wider, hitting her sweet spot now. She spiraled higher, reaching for that all-consuming peak she knew he’d grant.
“My prick at your cunt, my lips at your teats…” He groaned between thrusts. “I am impatient, wife, to get you with child.”
Her breaths stuttered at his crass language.
“Does it arouse you, Lizzie, to imagine me in you even as a babe grows inside you? I should like nothing more, Lady Milton, than to fuck you while pregnant. Would you like that too? Tell me.” He forced another gasp from her lips, the sensations increasing in intensity. She’d do anything to gain her end, that moment when?—
“Tell me what you want, Lizzie. Tell me, and I will give it to you.”
She could not speak. He’d rendered her senseless, again. His lurid words only fueled her inner frenzy, which the rake surely knew, else he wouldn’t do it so adeptly. He made her shiver with each thrust, made her tremble with?—
Yes, yes!
“There,” he crooned as Elizabeth flew to heaven and back. “You’ve shattered again much too soon; you must delay your climax, wife. You must learn to come on my command.”
Her breath caught as he spent his seed deep into her core and collapsed, sated, atop her.
Her husband began to lightly snore.
Elizabeth dreamt new swirling bursts of color, or was it sunshine that blinded her sleep? She wriggled deeper into the bed’s warmth, wrapping her body more tightly into the covers, when something cold and wet shoved straight into her armpit.
She sat bolt upright, accosted by the biggest, most insistent wolfhound she’d ever?—
“Heel!” shouted a voice from the door. “He’d not be contained a moment longer, Jasp. We waited long as we could, honest.”
Elizabeth clutched the bedclothes to her chest.
Meanwhile, a hound snuffled and sniffed her roundly, whiskers tickling flesh in places her body had never been licked by dog, let alone human, before last night. The creature’s tongue lapped her up; she could not help but laugh.
“Gerald, breakfast, and a bath for my wife. Muttonmay stay … for now.” Milton grabbed the dog in a headlock to pull him off Elizabeth. The wolfhound licked his master’s chin.
“Right, then.” The butler left as Milton wrestled the beast off the bed, ordering, “Down, boy! Sit.”
The dog at once obeyed.
“Mutton?” Elizabeth asked. “However did he get such a name?”
Milton snapped his fingers and the dog trotted up to lay his head atop the coverlet, closing his eyes in ecstasy as his master worked the fur behind his ears. “Is it not obvious?” Milton turned the dog’s head, pulling out tufts at either side of snout, a perfect pair of muttonchops.
She laughed. “I see now, yes. He is gorgeous, Milton. How long have you had him?”
“Mutton and I go back to when we were both more starving mongrels than sleek wolfhounds.” He continued to scratch the dog’s ears as Elizabeth leaned across to pet the fellow.
“Your taste in dogs runs large, I see—in contrast to the Wigglebottoms of the world.”
“Mutton gobbles pugs in one bite,don’t you, boy?”His tone shifted when he spoke to his hound. She could not believe her husband had a soft side.
“Which reminds me, Lizzie, I invited Lady Stanton to congratulate you today.”
“You—?” Elizabeth was immediately distressed.
“Expect a list of callers this afternoon, all eager to greet the new Lady Milton. Enough wardrobe has been delivered that you should have a few ensembles from which to dress. I’ll send a cart to fetch your belongings from your father’s house later today.”
She continued to stare at him.
“May I ask why you look so put out, wife?”
She debated how best to respond. “Because as lady of this house, sir, it falls tometo determine the handling of my social affairs, such as my calendar and dress.”
