Page 36 of Lady Mariel’s Scandalous Love

Chapter Fifteen

Mariel’s heart raced, and her mind was full of uncertainty – about everything, except for one thing – she wanted this, wanted Dash, no matter the circumstances. And now that they were to be married – which still seemed beyond improbable to her – she saw no reason to deny her desires, or his. But would he really…?

He released her, and gathered up the books from the side table, passing her the candlestick, and they set off down the silent hallway to the stairs. Every step brought that day back to her, and built the anticipation in her mind and body. When they reached the room where he had given her such pleasure, he settled the books onto a shelf in a glass fronted bookcase, then turned to her. His eyes were full of a hunger that matched her own.

Carefully, she set the candlestick down on a small table. He held out his hand, and when she took it, led her to the opulently padded couch rather than the chair they had used before.

Drawing her down beside him, he brought his lips to hers, and she sighed with the pleasure of finally feeling his touch again, properly. The kiss rapidly deepened, as her arms slipped around his neck, and his hands caressed her, pulling her against his body.

Mariel relaxed into his arms, and revelled in the sensations coursing through her body. Finally, she would have the chance to experience the physical pleasures that society denied to unmarried women – that she had dreamed of for so long, and which she now knew – thanks to Dash and the Russian book – so very much more about.

Dash slid his hands over her back, her shoulders, and then her sides, until they slipped between them to cup her breasts. Mariel sighed, and arched her back, thrusting herself into his hands. He gave a groan at her movement, and his fingers found her aching nipples through the cloth of her gown.

“Oh! That feels wonderful.”

“So it should – it feels wonderful to me, too.”

The neckline of the gown which she had worn for dinner was relatively low, and Dash traced kisses down her neck, and across the tops of her breasts, as his fingers drew the fabric down, exposing her breasts to his tongue and his fingers. Her hands tightened sharply on his shoulders as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, and a whimper of pleasure escaped her.

Somehow, they had slipped sideways, to almost lie along the couch, and Mariel abandoned herself to the sensation, to her body’s responses. As he sucked and nipped at her breasts, first one nipple, then the other, she found herself almost writhing, her hips moving against him.

With every sensation, she wanted more. When he moved one hand to slowly draw up her skirts, a sigh of delight escaped her, and she shifted to allow him easier access to her most private parts. His fingers trailed fire up her legs and he thrust her skirts up around her waist before bringing those fingers back to her core.

“You are so beautiful, Mariel. I have wanted to do this, and far more, to you, almost from the first moment that I saw you. Every hour that I sat beside you, explaining the words, and the use of devices meant to accentuate pleasure, was torture of the most exquisite kind.”

A breathy laugh was her only answer, for he had lowered his head and begun trailing kisses up her inner thighs, whilst his fingers gently stroked her most sensitive bud. She could feel pleasure building within her, an inexorable pressure, so strong that she wanted to escape it, at the same moment that she wanted it to last forever. Then those kisses reached the spot where his fingers stroked, and his tongue took over that stroking. She cried out at the intensity of it, and arched herself up against him. As she did so, he thrust a finger slowly inside her, and the sensation tipped her over the edge. She shattered into a million fragments, as if nothing existed but pleasure.

As she came back to awareness, he moved that finger again, gently thrusting it in and out of her channel, and, when she pushed herself upon it in response, he carefully added a second finger to the first. The sensation of being filled, of being stretched, was like nothing she had ever imagined, and yet was everything wonderful. Between his tongue, and the arousal he had created in her, she could feel that she was utterly wet between her legs, that the natural moisture of her body eased the passage of his fingers.

She reached for him, pulling him up to kiss him, even as his fingers continued their work.

“Dash… I want… I want you in me. If we are to marry, if they have decided that I am already ruined, then I see no reason that we should not take our pleasure of each other completely. I have never wanted another man as I want you.”

He leant back a little, studying her face.

“Mariel… are you completely sure? I want you – there is no question of that – more than I have ever wanted a woman before – but I would not have you do this out of some sense of defiance, or some belief that you should, for me…”

She looked at him, and felt hysterical laughter rise within her.

“Oh Dash, it is nothing like that – although I admit that the idea of an act of defiance rather appeals to me – it is, very simply, that I want you – more than that, I think… I think that I love you. That I have for some time now. But… I want you to want me, not just for lust – although that is a very valid emotion – but for me, not simply because it has been demanded that we marry.”

His eyes widened at her words, and he bent to kiss her again, a kiss full of passion. When he drew back, he smiled.

“Mariel, you have made me the happiest of men. For… I have come to realise that I love you, also. Admittedly, I lust for you in equal measure, but I rather think neither of us is displeased with that situation. I assure you, I want to marry you because I love you, not just because our parents have insisted upon it.”

“Then ruin me properly Dash, now.”

“Nothing we do could ruin you, Mariel, no matter what words others use – you are perfect as yourself, lustful desires included. In fact, I rather treasure your lustful desires, and fully intend to devote myself to fulfilling them.”

She reached out and found the buttons of his falls, determinedly beginning to undo them. He allowed her to do so, turning his attention back to her breasts, and moving his fingers within her as she worked on freeing him. her cries of pleasure at his actions drove him to work harder, it seemed, for Mariel found herself barely able to control her fingers enough to undo the last buttons.

Then her fingers found the velvet heat of his cock, and she held it firmly, rewarded by a gasp from him, which vibrated against her nipple. He lifted his head, and pushed back from her, removing his fingers from her as he did. She gave a whimper of dismay, but watched with appreciation as he pushed his breeches down, and shifted on the couch until he knelt between her legs. She reached for his cock again, guiding him towards her entrance.

“Take me, Dash, now. I know there will be a little pain, but I want, so much, the pleasure which is on the other side of it. I need you. Please…”

His deep amber eyes gleamed in the flicker of the candlelight, filled with desire, and love. Slowly, he shifted his hips, until his cock pressed into her. It felt so big, and she squirmed a little as his fingers came between them, to stroke that most sensitive spot again. Instinctively, that made her arch herself up, and thrust her hips at him. As she did, he gave a firm thrust forward, and slipped into her. She gasped as a sharp pain wracked her, then released the tension in her body slowly.

“Oh! Oh, my! That is… move, Dash, please….”