hard, before he pushed back inside her, keeping a steady pace. She moaned as he kept up this sure, steady fucking. Not too slow, not fast and hard, but continuous.
Soon, her body grew used to him and wanted more. She tested this by pushing back, surprised when he slipped deep inside, farther than he had before. When he went back, she pulled her body forward, then back when he sank deep again. They picked up the rhythm and were soon rocking and fucking like crazy. His hands gripped her hips hard and she yanked on the shirt in her hands, her body slamming against his.
Soon he touched her clit again, and she went over. She screamed his name, her whole body quaking. He followed right after her, his cock jetting hard inside her, spewing his seed deep into that humid channel.
He didn’t linger, but pulled out as soon as they’d come down from their high. Her hole was still numb, but her body was very satisfied.
He turned her over and undid the shirt at her wrists, using the material to clean them both.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him cap his jar and set it on the little table. She expected him to tuck her in as he had the night before but instead, he returned to the bed and pulled her to his side.
“Umm,” she murmured, laying her head on his shoulder. “I have to say I liked that. A lot. Thank you, Raphael.”
He hummed his welcome and spread his hand over her back.
“Tell me,” he asked after a quiet spell in which she almost fell asleep, “where did you get this defiant and lusty side of you? I’m not used to daughters of the peer being so open.”
She shrugged. “I suppose it comes naturally. I was my parents’ only child. They weren’t disappointed that I was a girl, but they wanted a doll for a daughter, not a person. I was the one to tag along after my best friend’s brothers. I made mud pies and climbed trees. I couldn’t wear a pretty dress for even an hour before something spilled or tore. I tried for a long time to be like they wanted, but that’s not me.
“My father despaired that I’d ever find a husband. Most men want prim and proper ladies, and even though I do my best, I always fall short. I’m too dark or too clumsy or not dainty enough. I’ve had two seasons already and if there’s been any offers for my hand, I know nothing about them. My parents said it was because I was so unladylike, but Brianna believes it’s because my parents are so strict. Not many men wanted to talk to my father, who would just as soon tell a would-be-suitor how awful I was.”
“The bastardo . If he wanted you married, telling a suitor your downfall would not make sense.”
“That’s what I thought. Then he told me he was sending me to his brother, to be married.”
“You’re to marry your uncle?”
“No. But the man works with my uncle. I want no part of a marriage to a stranger. I want to be married on my own terms…if I ever marry at all.”
“I understand. Now, explain your sexual knowledge.”
“About a year ago, I found a book in my father’s library. I’d sit up for hours reading it. It was filled with pictures and stories of people having sex.”
“It must have been some book.”
“It was. I was loath to leave without it.”
He chuckled. “So how do you figure your ruination will save you from this marriage?”
“When Father told me his plans, he also let slip something about a payment from the stranger if I would come to him intact. That led me to thinking that if I weren’t pure, the man wouldn’t want me, and I’d be free from a marriage I didn’t want.”
His fingers stroked up and down her spine lazily. “Your plan has some merit, but you are a woman. If you are ruined, who will look after you?”
“I’ll look after myself. I did think on that. I have money with me and I’d planned to become a sailor. Maybe even a pirate.”
Raphael’s chest shook. She tried to jerk away, but he held her to him.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Me? No. But a
Soon, her body grew used to him and wanted more. She tested this by pushing back, surprised when he slipped deep inside, farther than he had before. When he went back, she pulled her body forward, then back when he sank deep again. They picked up the rhythm and were soon rocking and fucking like crazy. His hands gripped her hips hard and she yanked on the shirt in her hands, her body slamming against his.
Soon he touched her clit again, and she went over. She screamed his name, her whole body quaking. He followed right after her, his cock jetting hard inside her, spewing his seed deep into that humid channel.
He didn’t linger, but pulled out as soon as they’d come down from their high. Her hole was still numb, but her body was very satisfied.
He turned her over and undid the shirt at her wrists, using the material to clean them both.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him cap his jar and set it on the little table. She expected him to tuck her in as he had the night before but instead, he returned to the bed and pulled her to his side.
“Umm,” she murmured, laying her head on his shoulder. “I have to say I liked that. A lot. Thank you, Raphael.”
He hummed his welcome and spread his hand over her back.
“Tell me,” he asked after a quiet spell in which she almost fell asleep, “where did you get this defiant and lusty side of you? I’m not used to daughters of the peer being so open.”
She shrugged. “I suppose it comes naturally. I was my parents’ only child. They weren’t disappointed that I was a girl, but they wanted a doll for a daughter, not a person. I was the one to tag along after my best friend’s brothers. I made mud pies and climbed trees. I couldn’t wear a pretty dress for even an hour before something spilled or tore. I tried for a long time to be like they wanted, but that’s not me.
“My father despaired that I’d ever find a husband. Most men want prim and proper ladies, and even though I do my best, I always fall short. I’m too dark or too clumsy or not dainty enough. I’ve had two seasons already and if there’s been any offers for my hand, I know nothing about them. My parents said it was because I was so unladylike, but Brianna believes it’s because my parents are so strict. Not many men wanted to talk to my father, who would just as soon tell a would-be-suitor how awful I was.”
“The bastardo . If he wanted you married, telling a suitor your downfall would not make sense.”
“That’s what I thought. Then he told me he was sending me to his brother, to be married.”
“You’re to marry your uncle?”
“No. But the man works with my uncle. I want no part of a marriage to a stranger. I want to be married on my own terms…if I ever marry at all.”
“I understand. Now, explain your sexual knowledge.”
“About a year ago, I found a book in my father’s library. I’d sit up for hours reading it. It was filled with pictures and stories of people having sex.”
“It must have been some book.”
“It was. I was loath to leave without it.”
He chuckled. “So how do you figure your ruination will save you from this marriage?”
“When Father told me his plans, he also let slip something about a payment from the stranger if I would come to him intact. That led me to thinking that if I weren’t pure, the man wouldn’t want me, and I’d be free from a marriage I didn’t want.”
His fingers stroked up and down her spine lazily. “Your plan has some merit, but you are a woman. If you are ruined, who will look after you?”
“I’ll look after myself. I did think on that. I have money with me and I’d planned to become a sailor. Maybe even a pirate.”
Raphael’s chest shook. She tried to jerk away, but he held her to him.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Me? No. But a
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