moaning as he pressed his palm against her breast through the fabric of her gown.
“That’s it, my love. I adore the sounds you make,” he whispered as she slid his other arm through the fabric that had constricted him.
Another squeal escaped her lips as he spun her around, his lips touching the soft skin of her neck as his warm, solid presence came up behind her. The sharp sting of pain as his teeth nipped her flesh made her groan. A shiver of pleasure raked her body, starting from the bite and travelling down, sending sparks in the direction of both her nipples and her cunt. She felt the moisture pooling there as her internal muscles clenched. Her breasts felt heavy and her breathing deepened—her corset needed to go.
“Victor,” she moaned.
It appeared he was a man of many talents. Not only could he send her body melting wherever she stood, it seemed he could also read her mind.
He found the ties of her dress and quickly undid them, and fabric pooled around her feet. He turned her around, his eyes deep and stormy in the candlelit room as he lifted her shift over her head.
The gentle touch of his fingers as they ran down her raised hands sent her arousal to new heights. His eyes were dark, his breathing as deep as hers. Margaret had never felt so special or loved.
Stepping out of her slippers, she allowed herself to break eye contact to move her gaze down his body, pausing on his proud, defiantly aroused cock. The bulbous head wept with excitement for her. She licked her lips, unable to control the action.
Victor growled, low and deep. Before she had the chance to look up at him, she was tumbling down onto the bed, his body following.
His demanding lips found hers, his kisses needy and severe on her tender flesh, but she would not have wished for them in any other way. She wanted this man, all of him, without any restraint.
Her legs wrapped around him of their own accord. She had inwardly applauded his restraint back at Goodrich Hall, but now he need not. He was to be her husband. She would have loved him all her life even if he had not wanted to wed her, but the knowledge that he wanted her as much as she did him only made her heart swell more.
Victor moved his body until she felt the intense heat of his cock come to rest against her cunt. She moaned and pulled him closer with her legs. He nipped at her lips and growled. His body, too, seemed to shake with anticipation.
“I cannot wait. I am sorry, my love,” Victor mumbled against her lips. A moment later, he plunged into her with a single thrust.
Air whooshed out of her lungs at the force behind the move. Her eyes drifted closed as she felt him fill her, stretch her. He didn’t move, though—instead, he remained still, barely breathing.
Margaret prised her eyes open. Victor held himself above her, focused on her.
“Are you in pain?” he ground out, his teeth clenched.
She let her lips curve upward. “I feel wonderful.”
He growled again and left her body. She was about to protest, only to gasp as he thrust his cock back into her. He pummelled her into the mattress, and Margaret loved the rough pleasure she experienced as he pounded into her. Unable and unwilling to control herself, she dug her fingernails into the skin of his back and screeched, biting into him further as his speed increased. She pulled her legs tighter around him, bringing Victor’s cock deeper within her. Her world quickly shattered.
Victor’s war cry pierced her clouded brain and she felt her mouth open as she came hard around his cock, but she heard no sound. All she was aware of was the profound pleasure flowing through her blood, and the welcome weight of her betrothed as he settled upon her.
* * * *
The bang of the door as it hit the wall woke Victor within an instant. He pulled Maggie under him, ensuring she was covered. Her eyes gazed up sleepily into his.
“Son! What is this I hear of you bringing a woman into this house? I will not have it! Do you
“That’s it, my love. I adore the sounds you make,” he whispered as she slid his other arm through the fabric that had constricted him.
Another squeal escaped her lips as he spun her around, his lips touching the soft skin of her neck as his warm, solid presence came up behind her. The sharp sting of pain as his teeth nipped her flesh made her groan. A shiver of pleasure raked her body, starting from the bite and travelling down, sending sparks in the direction of both her nipples and her cunt. She felt the moisture pooling there as her internal muscles clenched. Her breasts felt heavy and her breathing deepened—her corset needed to go.
“Victor,” she moaned.
It appeared he was a man of many talents. Not only could he send her body melting wherever she stood, it seemed he could also read her mind.
He found the ties of her dress and quickly undid them, and fabric pooled around her feet. He turned her around, his eyes deep and stormy in the candlelit room as he lifted her shift over her head.
The gentle touch of his fingers as they ran down her raised hands sent her arousal to new heights. His eyes were dark, his breathing as deep as hers. Margaret had never felt so special or loved.
Stepping out of her slippers, she allowed herself to break eye contact to move her gaze down his body, pausing on his proud, defiantly aroused cock. The bulbous head wept with excitement for her. She licked her lips, unable to control the action.
Victor growled, low and deep. Before she had the chance to look up at him, she was tumbling down onto the bed, his body following.
His demanding lips found hers, his kisses needy and severe on her tender flesh, but she would not have wished for them in any other way. She wanted this man, all of him, without any restraint.
Her legs wrapped around him of their own accord. She had inwardly applauded his restraint back at Goodrich Hall, but now he need not. He was to be her husband. She would have loved him all her life even if he had not wanted to wed her, but the knowledge that he wanted her as much as she did him only made her heart swell more.
Victor moved his body until she felt the intense heat of his cock come to rest against her cunt. She moaned and pulled him closer with her legs. He nipped at her lips and growled. His body, too, seemed to shake with anticipation.
“I cannot wait. I am sorry, my love,” Victor mumbled against her lips. A moment later, he plunged into her with a single thrust.
Air whooshed out of her lungs at the force behind the move. Her eyes drifted closed as she felt him fill her, stretch her. He didn’t move, though—instead, he remained still, barely breathing.
Margaret prised her eyes open. Victor held himself above her, focused on her.
“Are you in pain?” he ground out, his teeth clenched.
She let her lips curve upward. “I feel wonderful.”
He growled again and left her body. She was about to protest, only to gasp as he thrust his cock back into her. He pummelled her into the mattress, and Margaret loved the rough pleasure she experienced as he pounded into her. Unable and unwilling to control herself, she dug her fingernails into the skin of his back and screeched, biting into him further as his speed increased. She pulled her legs tighter around him, bringing Victor’s cock deeper within her. Her world quickly shattered.
Victor’s war cry pierced her clouded brain and she felt her mouth open as she came hard around his cock, but she heard no sound. All she was aware of was the profound pleasure flowing through her blood, and the welcome weight of her betrothed as he settled upon her.
* * * *
The bang of the door as it hit the wall woke Victor within an instant. He pulled Maggie under him, ensuring she was covered. Her eyes gazed up sleepily into his.
“Son! What is this I hear of you bringing a woman into this house? I will not have it! Do you
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