Page 41 of Her Dark Seduction
Chapter 13
A sulky Celia escorted me to the solar. On seeing her bruised face I felt a small spark of compassion for her, even though she hated me and brought her misery upon herself. We were victims who could never unite against our common enemy. The balance of power between us having shifted in my favor, I dismissed her with a sharp word at the door.
After pleasuring himself, my husband rubbed my belly, licking his lips with relish as if he wanted to devour the little life growing inside. I couldn’t bear the thought of my child being subjected to a life with him. Worse, still, was the idea of him growing up to be like the man who would acknowledge him as his heir.
Him. Now I felt the babe move almost daily I imagined him growing into a fine man. Yet at Mortlock he would be corrupted. His soul would rot and decay from the evil surrounding him until he mirrored my husband’s twisted form. I could not let that happen. Not only would I die to protect my child, I would also be prepared to kill. Despite my captivity I still had my knife.
Returning to my chamber with Sawford, he pushed me inside and tugged at my nightshift.
“Take it off.”
I backed away until I met the hard resistance of the door. Visions of Celia slammed against the wood while Wyatt rutted her from behind flashed across my mind.
“No.” I held out my hands to fend him off. “You have done the deed and my husband knows it. You have no need to touch me again.”
“You forget, madam, I only receive my reward on the birth of a healthy son. Until then I see no reason why I should not seek my pleasure where and with whom I see fit.”
“Then find one who is willing,” I snarled. “I’m sure Celia would oblige.”
“Jealous, love?”
I turned my head away at the same derisory tone he’d used on Celia, but he took my chin in his hand and pulled me to him until our mouths met. His hard body radiated heat into my own flesh, and he let out a low groan before teasing my lips with his tongue. He played my body with his hands, caressing me where he knew he would elicit sighs of pleasure. He brushed his hand against my breasts before teasing them with his fingertips, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me. My body melted, and I opened my lips to invite him in while he ravaged my senses with his tongue, probing, searching my mouth until I gave a sob of surrender and drew my arms around him.
“I have found one who is willing,” he whispered, tearing my nightshift down the front and dropping it on the floor.
“Leave me alone,” I whimpered, covering myself with my hands, shivering at the rush of cold on my bare skin. “You will harm the babe.”
He laughed softly. “You underestimate my talents. I know how to pleasure all manner of mares, in all sizes and shapes.”
He drew me toward the bed and pulled his clothes off, his eyes never leaving my face.
“Please,” I begged one last time as he lay beside me.
“For what do you beg, lady? For me to take you?”
“No,” I said quietly, “for compassion.”
“Look not for compassion here, for you will find none.”
He kissed me before turning me on my side, my back to him. His powerful frame imprisoned me. He began to caress me again, running his hand across my body in soft, sweeping movements, teasing my breasts until they ached with longing, touching my belly possessively before dipping lower. My very core jolted with longing as he slipped his hand between my legs, before easing a finger inside me. My body pulsed with desire, and he growled with pleasure as I clutched the sheets, burning need surpassing my shame at responding so wantonly to his touch.
“Mine.”
The soft rumble of his voice against my neck sent a rush of longing through my body, igniting my flesh which rippled under his expert touch. I clenched my teeth but couldn’t suppress the low growl of pleasure that erupted from my throat, my body calling to him.
“Lean back,” he whispered. My body involuntarily obeyed the soft command, and I tipped my head back. He claimed my mouth with his own and continued to administer his exquisite torture, eyes darkening, mouth capturing every whimper that escaped my lips as each slick circle he traced drew me closer to completion.
I felt him hot and hard against my back before he teased my legs apart and took me swiftly and smoothly. His movements inside me were so unlike the base, hard thrusting I had expected. But he was merely using his gentleness against me. My body was weak against his brutality, but it was his tenderness that conquered my mind and soul.
He seemed to know how to draw me to the brink of pleasure, to that moment of madness which precedes the dissolution into ecstasy. Urging him to move faster, I arched my back, offering myself to him, caring only for my body’s need to have him deep within me.
He smiled against my mouth and stopped moving.
“No!”
The pleasure began to fade. I shifted my legs wider, reaching for his hand, urging him to continue. He pulled his mouth away from mine and whispered in my ear.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
