Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“Let go,” Rathe rasped against her sensitive skin, the hot air of his breath making the tremors more difficult to suppress.
She shook her head. “B-but—-”
His hands tightened around her thighs. “Let go. I want to fuck you while you’re coming.”
He didn’t have to say anything after that, didn’t have to wait at all since the moment he said ‘fuck’, she was a goner, her world exploding into shards of pleasure.
She clung to him as she came against his mouth, her climax so strong she ended up biting his shoulder, sinking her teeth in an effort to silence herself.
The unexpected response startled Rathe, snapping his control, and with a groan, he rose up, pressed her legs down to the ground before sliding his powerfully throbbing length into her.
She gasped at the sudden penetration, her eyes flying wide open. Over her, Rathe was already withdrawing and then pushing his cock back in again, the penetration deeper the second time.
It made her world spin, her body still coming while Rathe was possessing her. “Rathe...” She sobbed his name out as he began a pagan dance as old as time, his every thrust making her world spin faster and faster. Everything in her mind melted away, leaving only one thought and it was all about the pleasure Rathe’s cock was giving her.
Her head fell back against his jacket, her eyes staring dazedly up at the evergreen canopy above them. At that moment, everything felt so beautifully simple. At that moment, with Rathe’s hard body over her, his cock pounding into her again and again, sending bolt after bolt of pleasure through her body... Mary knew.
Being with Rathe...
Being with the man she would love for all eternity, it was what life was all about.
****
When she woke, she was fully dressed and snuggled against Rathe, her body curled between his strong legs. Rubbing her eyes, she saw that night had fallen, light only coming from the crescent moon peeking from behind the clouds.
“Good evening, milady.”
She turned up in time to receive his kiss. It was just a simple brush of their lips, but the poignancy of it had her sighing dreamily.
The sound made Rathe’s lips curve.
Catching a glimpse of it, her lips curved, too. “Is it obvious, h-how in love I am with you?”
He cocked his head to the side, as if thinking about it. “A mite.” Rathe deliberately made his accent crisper and more pronounced, a very noble and duke-like expression on his face.
The combination had Mary blinking, a dazed look falling over her face, and a grin tugged at his lips.
The grin had Mary recovering. “You...you...bloody sod!” Pushing herself up with her hands against his chest, she accused, “You p-planned that, didn’t you?”
“Plan what? Make you more obssessed with me?” Before she could answer, he tipped her chin. “Absolutely.” And then he was kissing her, his desire for her so strong it was as if they hadn’t just made love an hour ago.
When he pulled away, she was torn between infatuation and disgruntlement as she stared up at him. This. Duke. So. Infuriatingly. Beautiful.
“Stop glaring at me.” He pulled her close, her back against his chest. Taking her hand, he nipped one finger at a time.
Her skin tingled in awareness at the gesture, but she was more concerned now. Rathe Wellesley was the last man on earth to be accused of being guilty of too much PDA. The fact that he was doing so now only meant one thing.
“What’s wrong?”
Instead of answering, he let go of her hand, placing it on his thigh. He reached for her papers, which had been left neglected for the past hour. “You’ve been memorizing this?”
She turned red.
“Shouldn’t you be working on something else? Something to do with your studies perhaps?”
She mumbled, “I just want to be sure I don’t embarrass you again.”
Over her head, Rathe asked casually, “Are you per chance referring to the time you introduced Lady Grohler to Ms. Petersen?”
She covered her ears. “I’m not hearing anything.”
Rathe took off her hands. “So that’s what made you study this list, didn’t you?” He pressed a kiss on her forehead. “It’s not your fault you weren’t aware Ms. Petersen and Lady Grohler are both after the same man.”
“B-but I was the only one who didn’t know—-”
“It’s not your fault you’re the only one as well who’s smart enough not to read our tabloids.”
Her shoulders slumped. “It’s still inexcusable.” Twisting around to look up at him, she hesitated then slowly stroked his cheek. “Enough dilly-dallying, though, Your Grace.”
His lips twitched.
She didn’t let herself get sidetracked even though she badly wanted to smile back. “Tell me what’s wrong. P-please?”
For a moment, Rathe could only look at her. They had only been with each other for a few months and yet she knew him so well already. Why the bloody hell did she have to be sixteen years younger than him?