“It is not the truth.”
“Well, even if I am not old and plain, then at least, in London, I am not sought after.”
He supposed, having never been to London, he could not contradict such a statement.
“It isn’t meant to be,” she continued.“The time for that has passed.But I am still young enough to havefeeling.I don’t want to go my whole life without knowing what it is like to lie with a man.And I feel for you more desire than I have ever felt for another.”
His chest swelled, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe.“Christ, Scarlett,” he said when he finally could speak.
How was he supposed to withstand such an offer?He had always been so principled when it came to women.He would not be like his father.He would not let common lust rule his life.
But what he felt for Scarlett was not common lust.
He knew that.
“So I don’t see the harm.”Her voice was at a near whisper.“Who am I hurting?Why is it wrong… if I am never to marry?”
“You might change your mind.You may decide you would like to marry.”
She shook her head.
When he imagined her in the future, he saw her as a blooming matron.A beautiful and bountiful woman with a husband and a numerous family.The type of wife and mother whose very existence sweetened the days of her husband and children.She was meant to be worshipped and loved and served by a man whose life had found its purpose in her.She was meant to be the wife of the type of man that he could never be—a man who knew how to please such a woman as herself all his days.
“Will you kiss me again?”
He found himself, somehow, stunned by the question.“I shouldn’t stay.I should wait in the hall, at least.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders, and he shivered.
“Don’t say no,” she said, “when you want to say yes.”
“Goddamn it, Scarlett.”
He kissed her.How could he refuse?Hedidwant to say yes.He held her close and felt himself grow hard against her once more, beast that he was.He tried turning away from her so that she would not feel his desire, but she wouldn’t let him.
She wriggled against him, making him moan at the delicious friction.
“We should stop.”
“Why?”Her skin was heated once more, flushed and wild.Her lips were red from his kisses.
“I-I can’t withstand—”
“I don’twantyou to withstand, Malcolm.Surely you see that.”
He did, actually, and that was the problem.She was giving him no quarter, no mercy, and he didn’t have the ability to resist.
They were intertwined now, in a position that was highly indecent.His trousered cock was right at her bare core.
“Please,” she begged, and he knew what she was begging for.
But they didn’t have time for that, even if he was agreeing to ruin her, which he wasn’t sure that he was.He wanted to, of course.God, he wanted to.But it seemed too hasty of a decision to make now.
Nevertheless, her hand was at his placket, and he wasn’t resisting.Moments later, his cock had sprung free.
“Yes,” she breathed.
His cock was at her entrance.Was he really going to deflower her here and now?It seemed impossible, insane.
