Page 91 of Enticing the Devil

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THAT EVENING, BEYNON—UNFORTUNATELY shaven once again—surprised them all by joining the family for their evening meal.

Anne wanted desperately to think it was an overture for her specifically. However, although he was pleasant and polite through the meal, most of his attention was directed toward his siblings. Only twice did Anne catch him watching her with that familiar brooding intensity. And as soon as the meal was over, he retreated to his study.

Though she tried her best to wait up for him, she fell asleep in the chair before the fire only to awaken again as he lifted her in his arms to carry her to bed. Still half-asleep, she reached for him when he would have left her there. Curling her hand around the back of his neck, she pulled him down to her and kissed him. He didn’t resist, and at the first swipe of her tongue along his, he moaned roughly and settled his weight atop her.

The kisses were languid and long, keeping her in a semi-dreamlike state as his clothing seemed to melt away and her nightgown disappeared and they were suddenly, wonderfully naked. His mouth and hands seemed to be everywhere at once, igniting sparks of pleasure beneath her heating skin, teasing and tormenting with a gentleness she never would have expected from this man.

But she found she enjoyed the tenderness as much as the ferocity and she slipped easily into the pleasure he gave her. When he lifted off of her to lie on his side then pulled her back against him, she had a moment of confusion as she feared he might be ending the interlude before it had fully begun.

But then she felt his erection against her bottom as he splayed his hand low over her belly and tilted her pelvis back to receive him. He entered her from behind in a long, slow motion.

Once he was fully inside her, he curved his arm beneath her head and grasped her breast firmly in his hand. As his other hand slid between her thighs to caress the aching bud of her sex, he rocked in and out of her in short, deep thrusts that soon had her gasping and arching and shuddering in his arms.

She drifted to sleep still tucked into the curve of his body.

By morning, he was gone.

And so, a new routine began.

Though Beynon continued to occupy himself away from the house throughout the day, he did start joining the family for dinner almost every night. Anne was initially surprised by how relaxed and easy his demeanor could be when he interacted with his mother and siblings. It was a side of him she’d never seen before and it hurt to note that, in stark contrast, his manner toward her remained stoic and distanced.

Even their lovemaking—for all its passion and ferocity—seemed to be restrained within certain invisible boundaries he’d constructed, then failed to explain the rules to her.

It felt as though he was intentionally keeping as much distance between them as possible, only giving in to his lustful nature when he was overcome despite himself.

Gratefully, the man was overcome rather frequently. Any time they happened to encounter each other while alone and free of possible observation or interruption, there was potential for a fiery mating.

Over the span of several days, they made love in the tall grass that grew along the creek, against a great ancient oak in an overgrown pasture, in the hallway leading down to the kitchen late one night, and twice more in the privacy of their bed.

Beynon was utterly insatiable. And Anne suspected she might actually be even more so.

However, although it was exciting and immensely pleasurable to experience all the ways they were learning to find pleasure in each other, Anne’s frustration and sadness continued to grow.

It simply wasn’t enough.

She wanted more from Beynon. She wanted to walk with him over the fields and pastures. She wanted to ride side by side to the village. She wanted to talk in intimate whispers as they lay in bed together. She wanted him to share his hopes and dreams for the farm and the future. Their future as husband and wife.

The few times she’d tried to speak of such things, he’d quickly change the subject or make some excuse to walk away. So, she’d stopped trying in fear it would only push him further away. But, considering the virtual chasm currently between them, she was starting to feel like she truly had nothing to lose.

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