push her away, before he could leap from the bed, before he
could so much as assimilate what she was doing, she palmed him.
Every muscle locked. The breath caught in his throat. His
pulse surged.
Hell and damnation.
He looked down to see her gazing up at him with wide eyes.
Fuck.
She was awake. She was awake and she had hold of his cock.
“What’s this, Ned?” she asked in a curious, fiendishly
innocent voice.
“ Jesus, Joseph and Mary , Sophia. You shouldn’t be
touching that.” He tried to pry her fingers away. She gripped him tighter. He
shuddered as heat boiled through him.
“Why is it so hard?” Her lashes fluttered as she blinked.
“Christ, Sophia, I—”
Ah, God. She stroked.
Not a light flutter of virginal fingers, but a full-bodied
tug. He gritted his teeth.
“Are all men so large?”
“Sophia—”
“Because you are very large.” Another pump and another. If
she didn’t stop, he would disgrace himself right there in her hand. She shifted
up on her elbow, propped it on his chest and stared down at him. She did not
release her hold on him. “You should explain this to me. I’m to be married, you
know.”
Denial howled through him. Denial and a deep
dissatisfaction. Also, lust.
“Your husband would not appreciate this moment.”
“Husband-to-be.” She shrugged. “And I hardly give a whit
what he thinks. I don’t even know the man, whoever he is.” She smiled and he
was dazzled by the brilliance of it. Too dazzled, apparently, to realize she’d
been distracting him. So she could unfasten his trousers.
With an odd mix of horror and delight, he realized what she’d
done as her hand closed on him. He scrunched his eyes shut and hissed a breath
through his teeth.
God almighty, what bliss. Her warmth. The scrape of her soft
skin. The pressure as she fisted him.
“Hmm,” she said.
His lids flew open. “Wh-what?”
“It’s very smooth. Like velvet.” She nibbled on her lower
lip as she rooted in his braes, tracing him, circling the engorged head. “And
this is damp.”
He grabbed for her wrist but could not stop her exploration.
“Lady Sophia!” He used her title—though it was an honorary title at
best—because he hoped in doing so he could recall her to her station. It did
not work. “You must stop this at once!”
She peered at him with a very naughty smile. “Or what?”
“I am only human. Only flesh and blood. You’re killing me.”
Unaccountably, her smile broadened as she renewed her
heinous caresses, gazing into his eyes and murmuring evil things such as, “You
are so hard, so strong, so rampant.”
He wondered where she’d heard such talk but then all
thoughts fled as she added a circular twist to her wrist.
You should stop her , a little voice in his head
cried. But it became smaller and smaller as his insanity rose. His crisis neared.
His cock swelled and his balls tightened. Heat boiled at his core. Need and
want and desperation clawed at him.
He writhed, moaned, groaned to her wicked ministrations.
She didn’t know what she was doing, he told himself. It was
all right because she really didn’t understand.
But as he exploded, releasing his passion onto his belly, he
caught her expression and a horrible realization flooded him.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
And she’d done it very well.
Magnificent!
Sophia grinned down at Ned, taking in the ecstasy on his
beautiful face, the shudders and the cries as she pleasured him. She pleasured him.
Never before had she felt such raw excitement, such power.
She’d never really understood what had happened to her
brother when he met and married Violet, why with his men he was as bristly as a
bear but when his wife walked in the room, he melted.
And she’d never really understood that smug look on Violet’s
face when it happened.
Now she saw. Now she understood.
As strong and powerful and adamant as Ned was, he’d been
helpless before her touch.
Flushing heartily, he reached to
could so much as assimilate what she was doing, she palmed him.
Every muscle locked. The breath caught in his throat. His
pulse surged.
Hell and damnation.
He looked down to see her gazing up at him with wide eyes.
Fuck.
She was awake. She was awake and she had hold of his cock.
“What’s this, Ned?” she asked in a curious, fiendishly
innocent voice.
“ Jesus, Joseph and Mary , Sophia. You shouldn’t be
touching that.” He tried to pry her fingers away. She gripped him tighter. He
shuddered as heat boiled through him.
“Why is it so hard?” Her lashes fluttered as she blinked.
“Christ, Sophia, I—”
Ah, God. She stroked.
Not a light flutter of virginal fingers, but a full-bodied
tug. He gritted his teeth.
“Are all men so large?”
“Sophia—”
“Because you are very large.” Another pump and another. If
she didn’t stop, he would disgrace himself right there in her hand. She shifted
up on her elbow, propped it on his chest and stared down at him. She did not
release her hold on him. “You should explain this to me. I’m to be married, you
know.”
Denial howled through him. Denial and a deep
dissatisfaction. Also, lust.
“Your husband would not appreciate this moment.”
“Husband-to-be.” She shrugged. “And I hardly give a whit
what he thinks. I don’t even know the man, whoever he is.” She smiled and he
was dazzled by the brilliance of it. Too dazzled, apparently, to realize she’d
been distracting him. So she could unfasten his trousers.
With an odd mix of horror and delight, he realized what she’d
done as her hand closed on him. He scrunched his eyes shut and hissed a breath
through his teeth.
God almighty, what bliss. Her warmth. The scrape of her soft
skin. The pressure as she fisted him.
“Hmm,” she said.
His lids flew open. “Wh-what?”
“It’s very smooth. Like velvet.” She nibbled on her lower
lip as she rooted in his braes, tracing him, circling the engorged head. “And
this is damp.”
He grabbed for her wrist but could not stop her exploration.
“Lady Sophia!” He used her title—though it was an honorary title at
best—because he hoped in doing so he could recall her to her station. It did
not work. “You must stop this at once!”
She peered at him with a very naughty smile. “Or what?”
“I am only human. Only flesh and blood. You’re killing me.”
Unaccountably, her smile broadened as she renewed her
heinous caresses, gazing into his eyes and murmuring evil things such as, “You
are so hard, so strong, so rampant.”
He wondered where she’d heard such talk but then all
thoughts fled as she added a circular twist to her wrist.
You should stop her , a little voice in his head
cried. But it became smaller and smaller as his insanity rose. His crisis neared.
His cock swelled and his balls tightened. Heat boiled at his core. Need and
want and desperation clawed at him.
He writhed, moaned, groaned to her wicked ministrations.
She didn’t know what she was doing, he told himself. It was
all right because she really didn’t understand.
But as he exploded, releasing his passion onto his belly, he
caught her expression and a horrible realization flooded him.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
And she’d done it very well.
Magnificent!
Sophia grinned down at Ned, taking in the ecstasy on his
beautiful face, the shudders and the cries as she pleasured him. She pleasured him.
Never before had she felt such raw excitement, such power.
She’d never really understood what had happened to her
brother when he met and married Violet, why with his men he was as bristly as a
bear but when his wife walked in the room, he melted.
And she’d never really understood that smug look on Violet’s
face when it happened.
Now she saw. Now she understood.
As strong and powerful and adamant as Ned was, he’d been
helpless before her touch.
Flushing heartily, he reached to
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