She came.
A tremor. A quake. A moment of gasping pleasure. He stroked her, prolonging the sensation. It was indescribably sweet.
The sweetness spread over her belly, her breasts, into her heart, suffusing her thoughts with tenderness and gratitude.
She knew this song.
And she would remember it for the rest of her life, hoping to hear it again.
He resettled her against him, spreading her thighs. “Sometimes a woman can have another crisis right after the first one. If enough pressure is applied, with a swift and sure hand.”
“Impossible. I couldn’t possibly... I...”
She arched against his hand as he worked her hard and quick.
Apparently she was going to hear the song again.Rightnow.
“Ah,” she said, her voice high and breathy. “Oh... God. Edgar.”
Chapter 22
Her soft, musical moans of pleasure gave Edgar a rush of pride and joy.
She came again, gripping his fingers with her inner muscles.
His cock throbbed and jumped beneath her rounded bottom, but he’d achieved his objective. Made her cry his name in passion. Twice.
He knew the logic was flawed, knew that there was a very fine line between pleasuring a girl and ruining her, but he wasn’t going to think about that yet.
He would remember her sighs and moans forever.
A memory when he was old and gray and the children had married and produced grandchildren.
“Now do you believe that you’re desirable?” he asked her.
“I feel delicious.” She stretched and her nipples popped over the edge of her chemise. “Like I slept curled up in the sun. Like I read the best book and I’m still living in that beautiful, imaginary world.”
“Never let anyone tell you you’re plain again.”
“My, so forceful, sir,” she teased. “Am I to have another lesson?”
Another lesson might just kill him.
He cared for this woman nestled in his arms. He appreciated her gentle touch. The way she transformed his children.
But he didn’t like the way she changed him. The way she made his rules feel unnecessary.
He wanted to soothe her, the way she soothed his children. He wanted to cradle her in his arms and make her life better.
Carry her to his bed, fold her deeper into his arms. Wake with her in the hazy light of dawn.
Wake to the sight of a well-pleasured woman with a smile on her lips.
She turned her head and kissed him, flaunting his rules.
He’d spent seven years pretending to be a commoner, working in a foundry. He knew what it meant to be in service, to receive a wage for that service.
Kissing him was not part of her duties.