Total pages in book: 207
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
“Milady?” His eyes captured hers. Be prepared not to scream.
What are you—-
One finger slipped inside her.
She gritted her teeth and stared harder at the book as she worked hard to contain her scream. Oh my God, this feeling of having a part of him inside of her, claiming her, was so much more exquisite than what the books she had read made her believe.
And then his finger started to move, and she was left in a daze to find this even more pleasurable.
Milady?
Y-yes?
Just so you are aware...
W-what?
I’m fucking you with my finger.
Her teeth gnashed against each other again, the marquis’ dirty words making her want to writhe. Such words were not common in their society at all, but somehow, it was that very reason which made Soleil feel so wanton at hearing it addressed to her.
The marquis was fucking her with his finger.
She jerked in her seat involuntarily, and this caused a second finger to slip inside her.
The marquis was startled then concerned. He started to pull his fingers out, not wanting to stretch her too painfully, but then she did something entirely unpredictable.
Soleil’s hips moved forward slightly, and his fingers were again completely engulfed inside of her.
Ah. She wanted him. The knowledge made the marquis feel raw and uncontrolled as his desire for her sharpened and rose. His balls ached, his cock swelled into a painfully hard erection, and he was no longer able to stop his fingers from moving.
I’m going to make you come, ma lisse, he growled as he fucked her with his fingers.
Oh God—-
And you’re going to scream my name when I do, milady. He pushed his fingers deep into her. Do you understand?
She gripped the book tightly, tears of agonizing pleasure stinging her eyes.
Answer me, milady! He pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in hard.
Almost rocking in her chair at the strength of his thrust, she cried out, Yes!
He didn’t need to hear anything else, his fingers moving as hard and as fast as he could manage without causing the table to shake. Milady, he growled, and just saying it was enough to heighten his arousal.
She looked at him, wetting her lips, throat bobbing, and dammit, but the sight had him hurting, his balls tightening in the need to pour his cum into her.
M-milord. She cried it out in her mind, sounding confused, afraid, and dammit, there was so much need in her voice—-
Need for him.
His ears picked up her heartbeat, and its pace told him she was so near—-
He slid a third finger inside of her, wanting to stretch her to near fullness.
Her eyes began to dilate.
Look down, he hissed.
Realizing why, she quickly bowed her head again. She tried to keep still as his fingers went in and out – fucking her, he was fucking her with his fingers-—
Oh God, she could feel her eyes rolling back as her body tightened in anticipation.
The marquis ground his fingers deep into her, his thumb pressing down hard on her clit.
Ilie. She screamed his name as she came, and the moment his name slipped past her lips, it was almost like she was already halfway to becoming his.
THE MARQUIS STEPPED out of the carriage to help her out personally, his grip on her hand gentle but possessive. When she was on her feet, he caressed her cheek, murmuring, “Do not forget your promise.”
She nodded.
He bent his head and she held her breath, wondering if he was actually going to kiss her here, in the streets, outside her very home.
His lips paused a hair’s breadth away from hers.
“I hear your curtains twitching, milady.”
What?
Her head snapped towards the house, and sure enough, she saw three pairs of eyes just before her family quickly shut the curtains and retreated from view.
When she looked back at the marquis, he had stepped away, a wry look in his eyes. “I must restrain myself.” He paused then said under his breath, “Help me here, ma lisse. Do not look at me so.” And almost as if he didn’t trust himself while she was within reach, he took another step back.
“I want to kiss you badly,” he said fiercely. “You don’t know how bad, milady, but I have a feeling if I do, you’ll hold me accountable once your head’s cleared properly.”
But her head was clear, she wanted to protest, and it was clearly telling her she wanted that kiss.
The marquis had a pained look on his face. “Five minutes from now, milady, you will thank me.” His voice became grim. “And you will owe me for this.” He bowed. “Until tomorrow, milady.”
She watched him go, the pieces of her heart all jumbled up at the sight of him leaving. When his carriage was completely gone from view, she turned around and opened the door. The euphoria started to fade as she stepped inside her home.