Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
She eased the door open slowly, not wishing to wake him if he slept. He didn’t. He stood on an angle, naked in front of the hearth. The fire’s glow cast a hazy light over his muscled body and her eyes widened when she saw his hand on his hard shaft, stroking it.
She gasped and he turned, desire hot in his eyes.
Esme didn’t wait. She ran to the bed, dropped down on it, pulled up her nightdress and spread her legs. “I am ready, my lord. Fill me with your seed.”
CHAPTER 8
Torrance was too shocked to move, his shaft too swollen, his passion for his wife too hot, to think reasonably. He went to the bed and for a brief moment sanity returned, but then desire took charge, and he dropped down over her. He settled his shaft to nestle between her legs, poking at her wetness while his hand yanked the neck of her nightdress down, tearing it, to expose her breast, plump, the nipple ripe for tasting. And he did just that his mouth sucking on the tight bud.
Esme could barely breath, the sensations rushing through her remarkable and a bit frightening. Never had she felt such pleasure with Torrance. Never had he been so gentle yet firm with her and she found it amazing at how much she was enjoying it.
He rolled his tongue across her nipple and the moan it drew from his wife heightened his desire. He shifted his shaft, so the tip penetrated her entrance while he yanked her nightdress further down to expose her other nipple and feast on it like he had done to the other. He loved how her nipple grew taut at his taste and grew even tighter when he nipped at it with his teeth.
He got the overwhelming desire to kiss her, join their lips together, let his tongue slip into her mouth and mate. His hand replaced his mouth on her breast, squeezing it gently as his thumb grazed the nipple repeatedly. He settled his lips on hers and kissed her with a hungry need that she responded to without delay. He felt it then, how her need was as great as his, her passion as hot, her desire for him undeniable.
Esme tore her mouth off his. “Please, Torrance. Please. I need you.”
Torrance.
That she begged her husband was like cold water being thrown in his face and he sprang up off her. He stood staring at her, his shaft hard and aching, his desire for her unbearable. He silently cursed himself for foolishly surrendering to what? His need or his desire for her and her alone?
With thoughts of dropping over her once again, he yelled, “Get out of my bed!”
Esme was too shocked to move.
“Are you deaf, woman?” he said, his voice as powerful as his muscles that grew taut.
She sat up, her eyes wide and settling on his protruding shaft. “But you are—”
“Angry,” he growled like a beast warning his prey, “that my wife refuses to obey my orders. Now—GET OUT OF MY BED!”
Esme wisely jumped out of bed, standing on the side opposite him. “I don’t understand.”
“Either do I. Why am I saddled with an ignorant, disobedient wife?”
Esme stared at him bewildered. “But your shaft is ready. Why do you not want me?”
“GET OUT!” he yelled, pointing to the door. “Get out now!”
Esme rushed to the door so fast she tripped over her own feet and the floor rushed up to meet her.
She never hit it. Her husband’s arm snagged her around the waist and stopped her from crashing to the floor. He spun her around as he brought her to her feet, keeping his arm around her to steady her. She was shocked for a second time when she saw concern mingle with the anger in his green eyes.
“Go now, wife, before I do something I will regret,” he ordered and released her.
Esme turned and with quick, yet cautious steps, fled the room.
Torrance slammed the door shut behind her, then dropped his brow to rest against the door. His chest heaved and his manhood throbbed. He would ruin everything if he did not think wisely about this. It wasn’t only his shaft that throbbed for Esme, it was his heart as well. He had feelings for her, strong feelings.
What was it his da had told him about women?
You will know when you find the woman who steals your heart, for you will do anything for her, even give your life to save hers.
He felt a punch to his gut and his anger soared thinking of Esme possibly being in danger, her life threatened. She was an innocent in all this and nothing more than chattel to her father who had carelessly given her in marriage to benefit himself.
He needed to do as planned. It was the only way. He only hoped she would agree.