Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I called out his name in a moan as I rocked against the pressure of his hand. His mouth moved from one breast to the other and I lay there almost naked on a wooden table in his kitchen like a woman with no morals. Knowing how I must look, I did not care. It was impossible to care when I wanted nothing more than to experience this pure rapture. Tomorrow was a faraway time and place that meant nothing to me.
I grabbed a fistful of Ashington’s hair as I looked down at him still suckling my breast, biting down just enough to be painfully erotic. He lifted his head then so that his gaze found mine. Every glorious sensation wracking my body was there in his eyes. My chest tightened and something deeper happened inside me. Something more pronounced than the act of sexual pleasure. A slow panic began to unwind in me as I realized that I was indeed in danger of loving this man. Making myself vulnerable and I didn’t trust enough to feel elation. Fear began to trickle in and the scene in which we were in became clearer.
Just as I was about to reach down and cover myself, unsure what I would say or if I could even walk, Ashington’s head lowered yet again, but he moved until he was kneeling between my legs. Words failed me and another panic burst forth, although it had no time to cause a reaction. The wet warm touch of his tongue slid along the sensitive folds that had betrayed me already with the desire pulsing from the needy area.
As he began to taste me where I had never been touched by another until tonight, I forgot the sudden moment of clarity and cried out his name. There were no words descriptive enough to prepare one for the sheer bliss of the action. Ashington took my left leg and draped it over his shoulder as he continued his licking against the tight bud of my desire.
My breathing was coming in pants and as much as I wanted to watch him, I could no longer hold myself up to do so. Laying back on the cold wooden table, I stared at the ceiling my breast heaving with my erratic breathing. The build was there, clawing at me. Inside my body, it was as if every delightful experience was now burning together unable to contain itself. Just when I was sure I could no longer stand it, the pleasure went off inside me like an explosion.
“ASHINGTON!” came out as a loud cry from my lips and my body spiraled toward something so beautiful, I was lost to it. There was a roaring in my ears and I was sure nothing would ever be the same.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Earl of Ashington
The line had been crossed and I was completely to blame. I picked up the shawl forgotten on the floor and wrapped it around Miriam’s shoulders then pulled her into my arms. It was clear I wouldn’t be able to let her go now. In my weakness, I hadn’t sated my desire for Miriam, but ignited it. If I wasn’t so positive she had enjoyed what had just taken place on the kitchen work table then I would be concerned by her silence.
I couldn’t be positive that a servant didn’t happen upon us during that time either. My thoughts had been on her solely. However, I was sure of their loyalty and silence. They were paid well and treated even better. This was to be their future countess and her name was not to be tarnished.
Miriam sagged against me as I held her and I pressed a kiss to her head as if she were a child. “I’ll walk you to your room. You need your sleep,” I said gently.
She nodded against my chest and when she lifted her face to meet my gaze, her cheeks were still flushed from her release. “I do not believe I will require warm milk after all,” she said softly, causing my smile to spread.
“Perhaps not,” I replied.
She gave me but a very small shy smile. Reluctantly, for I wished nothing more than to take her to my room and to my bed with me, I began our walk to her bedchambers. The silence was for the best as we passed through the hallway. Finding one of her family members awake and hearing us would cause an issue we did not need. When I asked for Miriam, I wanted it to be for no other reason than my desire for her to be my wife. No other dark shadows should hang upon the moment. No cause for her to believe my hand had been forced by her uncle.
When we made it to her door, I considered joining her, but then I did not know of her sister’s habits when it came to visiting her. We had taken a chance in the kitchen. One I would never regret, however, I doubted we would be so lucky to continue in her room without notice.