Page 57 of A Duchess' Irresistible Tutor

It had made no difference to her; she already had what she wanted, now even more so as she reached up and wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck as she had so many times before. Spreading her legs as wide as her standing would allow her, she angled her pelvis towards him. All day she had been thinking of their wedding night, and she needed no preparation.

As if he sensed the fact, Philip slipped a single finger inside her as if to be sure before he glided his manhood deep inside her, hooking his hands around her buttocks to stop her from pulling away. It was like that, with her angling her pelvis towards him and clutching desperately to his neck, that he made a move to her as if he had never made love to her before.

His movements were rapid and desperate, and they both quickly became breathless. Daisy had to bury her face in his shoulder to stop screaming aloud and alerting the few wedding guests who still had yet to retire to the guest bedrooms or even their homes.

“Daisy, you are so beautiful,” he gasped in her ear just when she felt like she might not be able to take anymore. Removing one hand from her buttocks, he cupped her chin and urged her face up from his shoulder. Though there was little light to see by beyond the wall, Daisy could feel him watching her face. “Let me look at you as I fill you with the hope of making you with child.”

Daisy had never really thought of it before, and upon hearing his words, she thought she ought to be concerned or even try to stop him. Yet instead, she welcomed his seed deep inside her, gleeful at the mere thought of carrying his child, a child borne out of sheer love and admiration.

“Gladly,” she gasped as they both climaxed at the very same moment, gazing into each other’s eyes with all the love and affection they had shared together all melted into one single, powerful moment of two bodies becoming forever one.

THE END

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Awakening an Earl's Flame

Introduction

As far as the tantalising Miss Marianne Windham is concerned, the past is best left buried deep. It all started when the seductive Lord Weston left her for another lady and her heart was shattered into thousand pieces. Marianne has been rejecting suitor after suitor since, but thinks she has finally found the right match, in the calm, kind and intelligent Mr. Richard Russell and she is finally laying the sinful past to rest.

Yet, what will happen when an old passionate love comes back to town?

The captivating Joseph Weston is now the Earl of Bedford. With his father's passing, he is back in Somerset, where his family used to stay for summers, many years ago, while also dealing with the tragic loss of his wife, Cassandra. When he returns, he is suddenly overwhelmed by memories of his lost love, the tempting Marianne. Some things can not be denied, but surely he is in no danger from her again… Or is he?

What wicked game will fate hold for him this time?

When the old lovers finally meet again, it seems that some affairs can never be truly forgotten and neither can their hot, sizzling passion. However, Marianne is courting another man and Joseph is being targeted by a lady with her eye on being his new countess… Can they truly leave the past behind, and start afresh, or will their flaming romance be overpowered once and for all from sinister forces?

Chapter 1

Somerset, England, 1816

“Marianne! Are you planning to gaze out that window daydreaming forever, child?”

Miss Marianne Windham, who was eight-and-twenty years and well on her way to being a settled spinster, turned at her mother’s gentle scolding. Mrs Windham’s eyebrows knotted as she gazed upon her only daughter in a familiar look of slightly exasperated worry. Sitting beside her mother was Fanny Harding, Marianne’s very best friend in the entire world, waiting patiently to head into town.

Marianne sighed. “I am quite ready, Mama. I was only peering across the street for a moment.”

Mr Windham frowned. “You and Fanny really should get going, Marianne. You do not want to miss the final dress fitting with Miss Markle. The gown must be ready to pick up tomorrow. The ball is only three days away …”

“I know, Mama,” said Marianne wearily. “It shall be ready in time for the ball. Miss Markle promised it would be. You worry too much.” She exchanged a look with Fanny, who smiled tightly, but refused to be drawn into the discussion.

Her mother gave a painful sigh. “You know you must look your best for the ball, Marianne. Mr Russell shall be there, and your courtship with him is at a crux. I do believe he may propose very soon, daughter. I am only trying my best to ensure you look wonderful for him.” She paused. “I should not need to remind you that you are not getting any younger, Marianne. This may be the last chance you get at marriage.” Her voice was gently chiding.

Marianne smiled at her mother without speaking. This was a very old topic of conversation, and she refused to get drawn into it anymore. It was entirely pointless. She was very well aware that she was approaching the doddering age of thirty and that offers for her hand would dry up. If she didn’t encourage Mr Richard Russell, then this may well be her last chance to marry.

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