“Yes,” she managed, barely.“Of course.”
She closed the door behind him, and then slowly turned.She kept her arms crossed as she did so.
“Yes?”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
She looked up at him.His face was flushed, and his mouth hung open ever so slightly.His eyes shone and his lips were red.
She had no idea why he had changed his mind.And she didn’t particularly care to know.It didn’t matter to her.
“I see,” she said.
He kissed her then, hard and thoroughly, and she melted.She didn’t have resistance in her.She had meant what she told him.She wanted him, this, this moment, this right now, more than she cared about consequences.If he planned to marry another woman at some point in the not-too-distant future, let that be his problem.Sheneededto experience him.
This fact was connected to another, of which she was equally aware.It could onlybehim.With no other man could she have this passion.She was quite sure she would never again meet his like.Perhaps it was because of how they had begun.Either way, it felt natural to be with him like this, in a way that she was sure it never would be with anyone else.
She pulled him down on the bed, and he followed her without resistance.
His heavy body over hers had a stupefying effect on her.He continued to kiss her, and her body went syrupy, liquid.She would do anything he wanted, she thought.She wanted nothing more than to please him.
He cupped her breasts through her corset.She gasped at the welcome touch.
“Take it off.Take it all off,” he murmured.
She realized what she had forgotten.Whathehad evidently forgotten or didn’t have intimate enough knowledge of women to realize.
“I can’t—tonight.”
He looked down at her, stunned.She blushed, realizing how ridiculous she must sound.She had traveled to this man’s room and essentially begged him to ruin her.Now she was telling him no.
“My courses,” she stuttered.“I am—It won’t—”
His cock was hard against her leg, and he was panting.“You don’t want to?Tonight?Because of your courses?”
She had not considered bedding himwithher courses.She wasn’t sure how she felt about it.“It’s only—the mess.The blood.”
She couldn’t believe she was discussing this matter with any man.Her cheeks were on fire.
“Don’t women bleed when they lose their maidenhead anyway?”
“Sometimes.Not as much, though, as this.”
He ran his hand over his mouth.“Of course, if you don’t want to—that’s one matter.But if you still want me, I don’t think I can stop.Not for a trifle such as that.”
“It’s not a trifle.It’s—”
“Do you want me?”he said, his voice harsher and less controlled than she had ever heard it.
“Yes,” she swallowed.
“Then let us proceed.”
“But the blood—the bedsheets.The maids will wonder what has happened.”
He stood then.For a second, she thought he had seen reason and withdrawn from her.Instead, however, he crossed to the closet.He opened the door and pulled out a dark flannel blanket.
“It belongs to me.”He spread it down on the bed.It was thick, she observed.“You’ll remember this room is mine, usually.And I don’t mind the mess.”
