Milton controlled himself, letting her guide their sensual, slow ride.
He leaned his head against the seat as she consumed both his finger and cock, finger and cock, undulating and alternating her body between the two motions as the carriage rocked across the cobblestones. Until he was not sure where flesh ended and heaven began.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Attached to her husband’s warm, supportive arm, Elizabeth entered the Denbigh residence both flushed and bothered. Flushed because her body was still reeling from the intense sensations she’d just been granted, and bothered because it had not bothered her nearly enough to be ravished en route to this ball.
The practicality of going without drawers had been made abundantly clear the instant that earth-shattering, final arse slap to her bare bottom had made impact.
As Milton led her inside, his seed still sticky between her thighs, Elizabeth surveyed the scene. This home was not as grand as her husband’s, but clearly no expense had been spared. From plentiful punch bowls to gleaming candelabras and artfully arranged bouquets, the Earl of Denbigh’s granddaughter was a fortunate debutante indeed.
Elizabeth also surveyed her husband, who looked resplendent in a dark grey evening suit and indigo cravat. The ensemble turned his eyes a darker blue than usual, eyes which had shone brighter ever since the night of her birthday when he had offered her a ruler in place of an olive branch. Elizabeth’sflush spread as she recalled their amorous endeavors that night and the morning after, as well as every night and morning since.
And now, God help her, a carriage.
He was growing on her, her husband, and not just his skills in bed. He’d shockingly read Wollstonecraft’sVindicationwith his tutor, Mr. Kilpert, and had even deigned to discuss the work with her one evening after dinner. Of course their debate had devolved into debauchery, but for once Milton had worked her mind, not just her body.
Elizabeth shook off her distracting thoughts. She must steel herself for theTon’sinevitable verbal attacks. She loathed social affairs like this one, except, of course, to dance. Dancing with an adroit partner made up for all the rest.
“Your card, Lizzie.”
“My card?” She’d barely heard her husband. “Oh yes, you must take the first dance, Milton.” She smiled warmly at him, only to be met by a deep frown.
“I do not dance, Elizabeth, but will ensure you do not lack for partners.” And the audacious man began to fill her card with names.
“Milton, you cannot?—”
He continued, heedless.
“Sir, do you not know how a dance works? You cannot randomly fill a lady’s card with names! And what do you mean, you do not dance? You danced at our wedding for goodness’ sake.”
“I know how a dance works, Elizabeth.” Pain marred his handsome face. “But I’ll not have strangers dancing with my wife. You may dance with any name upon this card but no one else.”
There it was again: his incessant need to control. Though he’d allowed his entire wedding party to manhandle her duringthatdance.
“Milton.” She sweetened her tone. “You cannot expect me to behave properly in society yet curtail me in such unseemly manner. I cannot turn down requests to dance simply because you have not written a gentleman’s name upon my card. I shall insult half theTonif I do.”
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She had a point.Blast.
“Furthermore, it is a husband’s duty to dance the first minuet with his wife.”
Double blast.
“I don’t know these sorts of dances, Lizzie.” Milton dropped his voice. “I know only jigs and reels and sailor’s?—”
“Husband,” she smoothed, “trust me to judge whom I dance with tonight. If the gentleman is an ogre I’ll feign a headache or request a glass of punch. There are ways to avoid distasteful partners. Believe me, I know every trick.”
And he did believe her. What he couldn’t believe was how neatly she’d argued her point. She was too clever, his wife. Too clever by far.
A vision of her in his carriage made him roughly inhale his next breath, because he’d tupped her good and well astride his lap, gripping her lush backside by the end, fingers digging into plush arse cheeks, her neckline bedecked in his diamonds. The more he learned her body’s desires the better he might guide her toward his own—and the sooner he might master her soul.
“Very well, Lizzie, I will allow you to choose your dance partners tonight, but this evening shall be a test, like the tests I set you during courtship. And if you do not?—”
“If I do not pass this latest test,sir”—she coquettishly batted her lashes—“you may punish me as you did that first time in thepark, and afterward I promise to be most … contrite.” She licked her lips, making Milton’s breeches tighten again uncomfortably.Vixen!
Half an hour later,Elizabeth took the cup of punch her husband brought her and made herself drink. “Milton, they are staring.”
