“What kind of husband are you looking for?” he asked.
And I said something that would have seemed quite inconceivable to me only a few days ago. Then, I would havesaid I wanted someone kind, gentle, well-bred, respectable, and concerned with doing good.
“I want someone who d-doesn’t always make the safe choice. Someone who takes a risk. That’s how they invented fire, you know! Someone had to be bold and take a risk.”
I knew Mr. Nightshade would understand exactly what I meant, but his face stayed expressionless.
“Sounds like a very unsuitable husband for a proper lady like yourself.”
By and by, supper was done and I was licking the last of the sticky toffee pudding from the tips of my fingers.
On my way out, I thanked the innkeeper profusely. Although I had thought he looked villainous when we first came in, now he seemed like a very jolly, good man. And even the barmaids with their low-cut dresses, now seemed like very good girls.
It was like Ifloatedup the stairs. Our room was dark without a candle lit, which I was thankful for, because I still had to get undressed and into bed.
I could hear the sounds of Gideon getting ready to sleep in the corner as I fumbled with my buttons.
“C-can men tell if you are a virgin?”
“Oh yes. Now get in bed like a good girl.”
His voice was so low it seemed to rumble in my chest cavity.
But I could not,could notget these buttons undone. I had never gotten undressed without my abigail before.
“I’m s-s-s-so sorry, but could you please help—” I asked, stumbling forward in the pitch blackness, my hands stretched in front of me.
To my horror, they landed on a very hard, verynakedchest. Gideon was not wearing a shirt.
I squeaked in dismay, my fingers dragging down his body until, to my further horror, they met a thick bulge between his thighs.
“You are a wicked girl,” he rumbled, his breath rasping down my throat. “Trying to seduce your guardian.”
I was too horrified at my actions to say anything, and he put one hand under my thick hair and gripped my scalp, bearing me over to the bed.
“Since you have been begging for it, I’ll take your maidenhead. That way it will be easy for you to please your future husband.”
In my lovely floaty state it was like I could not remember all the good and wholesome morals I had been raised with, could only twine my legs around his strong midsection.
Mr. Nightshade threw me back on the bed, harder than I expected, and then he was rustling under my skirts, his rough fingers scraping by my soft skin.
I wriggled in embarrassment at my excitement, each breath making my nipples peak almost painfully in my mourning dress.
“Wait—” I squeaked with sudden regret as his hands drew up my undergarments and the place between my thighs was pried open.
But before I could get out any more objections, his lips were on mine. I thought a kiss was meant to be gentle, but his lips and tongue were hard and demanding.
And then there was the pain, a pinched burning sensation as he pressed something so strange and thick into me that I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
I knew the general parameters of sexual congress from a very gossipy parlormaid, but still I was unprepared for the sheer size and weight of him.
My thighs ached as he thrust in and out with his prick and for a moment I almost screamed, but then he made a low grunting sound that sent a little shiver of excitement up my spine.
Other strange sensations intruded on me, an unfamiliar heaviness in my lower limbs, strange tingles in my cunny wherehe was driving his prick in and out. Every time he thrust so deep that my back arched in the impossibility of taking him a centimeter further, but then as he dragged his cock back out, it seemed to hit any number of delicious nerves all the way, and soon I felt so heated and flushed down there that I was wriggling with discomfort that went beyond my soreness.
For a moment he pulled out, dripping liquid all along my naked bottom, then he flipped me without another word onto my belly and plunged into me again.
The second time it only hurt for a moment, my limbs feeling wet and loose, and this time I had to cry out as my cunny was pressed harshly into the rough bedding, and then the heavy tightness seemed to justsnapinside me, making me convulse in a most unexpected manner. The purest liquid warmth filled me and I felt intense, toe-curling pleasure.
