Page 104 of Enslaved
He simply could not resist what he did next. He went down on his knees, dipped his head between her thighs, and began to make exquisite love to her with his mouth and tongue.
Diana, with half-closed eyes, looked down at the beloved dark head between her thighs. He still made love in exactly the same way, thank God. She arched her mons into his mouth, raked her fingers through his black hair, and pressed him closer to show him how much blissful pleasure he was gifting her with.
She peaked in an amazingly short time, but Diana needed more, much more. She needed to feel his weight upon her, needed him to fill the emptiness inside her, needed the complete domination and submission of lovers who mated for life.
Mark moved up onto the bed. As he stretched out beside her, the disparity in their size was emphasized. The backs of his fingers brushed her cheek. “You are utterly lovely,” he murmured softly, curbing his fierce lust so he could savor her as she deserved.
His fingers threaded into her golden mass of hair that crackled at his touch. He wanted to wrap himself in the silken tendrils, he wanted to bury himself inside her. He had never felt so greedy in his life. He wanted everything. He pictured taking her in every position known to man and then some, but not this first time, his inner voice cautioned. She was small and delicate, and he knew she would experience pain when he deflowered her.
Mark could not resist her lips for long. He moved over her possessively, his mouth making love to hers endlessly. They began softly, sweetly, then progressed to sensual kisses, arousing kisses that spurred them on to wild, fierce, and savage kisses, until her lips were love-swollen. Then he began the cycle all over again, softly brushing her lips with his until she was writhing with need. Only then did his mouth move down her throat, trailing a hot path to her aching breasts.
Diana reached down and closed her hand around his sex. Dear God, she had forgotten how enlarged he became in their loveplay. When she clasped him tightly with the fingers of both hands, Mark knew he could delay no longer or he would spend.
“Wrap yourself around me,” he urged hoarsely.
Diana needed no instruction. Her long legs slithered high about his back as he thrust deeply. A short scream burst from her throat. Mark went still to allow her to get used to him. The pain was so sharp, it was unendurable, but it was over in seconds, replaced by a fullness that stretched her to the limit.
Diana slowly realized her fingernails were digging into his shoulders, and then he was moving with long, slow thrusts, then gliding faster, building one exquisite sensation after another. Her hands caressed his shoulders now, as he whispered love words she’d never heard before. His hot whispers aroused her until her whole body was atremble. She arched against him once, twice, three times, and then she climaxed.
As her pulsations began to recede, he cried out harshly and she felt his white-hot seed pour into her. At that moment, she experienced something that had never happened to her before. She climaxed again, hard and fast and hot.
They clung to each other possessively, not wanting to separate. He rolled his weight from her, but took her with him so that she lay sprawled upon his body. He was still impaled in her voluptuous splendor. It was what both of them wanted. They were oblivious to the outside world. This night belonged to them. Though darkness had not yet fallen, they would stay abed until dawn.
It was fortuitous that Peter spent the night in a gaming hell with his profligate friend Barrymore, and Prudence and Richard were forced to put up at an inn twenty miles from Bath because of a heavy deluge of rain that made visibility impossible once night had fallen.
The weather took its toll on Prudence’s patience. When she learned that only one room in the inn was available, with one double bed, she became downright sullen and vindictive.
Richard left her to her own devices while he went to the taproom in search of an amenable wench. His quest was unsuccessful and he returned within the hour. Now both of them were sullen and vindictive.
“That wretched niece of yours was visited upon me like a biblical plague of locusts.”
“That wretched niece of mine has made it possible for you to live in Grosvenor Square. Her money allows you to live in the lap of luxury!” Richard retorted.
“Well, if you had amounted to more than a starving solicitor, we could live off your money!”
“You are a bitch, Prudence, and the poorest fuck I ever had in my life!”
Prudence gasped. She was struck dumb that a man would sink so low as to use obscenity to a respectable wife.
“Why the hell I stay with you is beyond me. I should have divorced you long ago!”
Prudence stiffened. Dear God, the scandal of divorce would kill her. “You wouldn’t dare! I know too much about your shady dealings. You’d bilk your own grandmother if you had the chance!”
Richard smiled. It was not a pretty sight. “And you, my dearest Prudence, would help me spend her money. We are two of a kind, and in this together whether we like it or not. I suggest we find a way to rub along together.”
He eyed her opulent breasts. “Get into bed, lie down, and above all, shut up,” he ordered.
With stiff fingers, Prudence snuffed the candles and began to remove her layers of clothing. Men were beasts and sooner or later demanded their marital rights. Submitting to Richard’s disgusting fumbling in the dark was far less traumatic than facing the world as a divorced woman in broad daylight.
After a horrible two days on the road, they arrived in Bath, where they decided to rent a house of their own rather than be obligated to the hospitality of the Hardwicks. It was afternoon before they arrived at the earl’s magnificent Elizabethan hall in the midst of its own parkland.
As she stepped from the carriage, Prudence’s lips narrowed at the thought that someday this would probably belong to Diana if she married Peter Hardwick. Still, that would keep her away from the house in Grosvenor Square —the house that Prudence had come to think of as hers.
Mr. Burke led them to the drawing room, where Diana awaited them with trepidation. Prudence stared hard at Diana, examining her for changes. And changes she found. The girl before her in the jade velvet gown seemed older with far more poise and composure than she had ever witnessed in her niece before.
Diana smiled at them. “I am so sorry for the worry I have caused you both, though my disappearance wasn’t deliberate, I assure you. Thank you for searching for me and worrying about me. You will both be happy when I come of age in a couple of months and you are relieved of your responsibility.”
The girl was deliberately pointing out that their authority would soon be at an end. Prudence and Richard exchanged an alarmed glance. Diana smiled again. “You mustn’t worry about me; as you can see I am quite well.”
