Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
He watched her, blue eyes burning with a fire she never wanted anyone else to bear witness to.
“I want to see you when you come all over my fingers. Lord knows I want to taste you as well, but this way first. One day I will be between your legs and looking up at you as you orgasm on my tongue.”
She fell over the edge as pleasure spiraled through her. Lifting her hips, she took his fingers as deep as he would give them to her. Her breasts rose from the water as her back arched and his name spilled from her lips.
* * * *
Knocking on the door brought her to consciousness. Blinking, Rosamunde sat up in the bed and glanced around the room. Alone. Bryn was nowhere to be found and the bath remained by the fire. For all intents and purposes, the room looked as if she’d taken a bath then crawled into bed and napped. Obviously he had moved her after their shared experience in the tub. She flushed.
Pulling back the coverings, she noticed she had nothing on. Her shift was in a pile on the floor.
The knock came again and she swallowed hard. “Coming.” Sliding from the bed, she rushed to the shift and tugged it over her head before pulling on a robe to cover herself. Then she went to the door and opened it.
“Yes?”
“Beggin’ your pardon, Miss Fletcher. We were seeing if we could remove the bath now. If you’re finished.”
Flushing, she nodded even as she stepped back. “Of course. Thank you.”
The maid was followed by several others who took buckets of water with them until the bath was low enough some footmen could lift the basin and carry it out of her room.
She closed the door behind them and relaxed against the wood, protected from the chill by the thick robe surrounding her. Embarrassment flushed her skin as she realized what must have happened after experiencing the pleasure he’d given her.
She’d passed out.
How will I ever be able to look him in the eye again?
While not her first orgasm, she’d learned to pleasure herself a while ago, after she’d realized she was going to be alone, as people in society wanted someone thinner and prettier than her, it was by far the best she’d ever experienced.
Bryn didn’t seem to have a problem with my body.
She smiled as the memory of his callused touch flooded her. Then her insidious side piped up.
He didn’t do this out of the water, so maybe he didn’t actually like your body. Perhaps it was the only way he could bring himself to touch you.
A sob surged from her throat and she slid down the door, hand over her mouth. Unsure of how long she stayed there, when the chill began to permeate her through the thick robe she struggled to her feet and stumbled back to the bed, where she bent at the waist, hands on the bedspread.
Her chest hurt.
Her feelings were wild and riotous, ones she didn’t even try to tame. It was best if she held onto that and remembered that this man was leaving and it wouldn’t do to have any actual deep emotions for him.
Lock them up.
She lifted her head and walked to the mirror, where she stared at her reflection. Behind the lingering flush on her skin and the sated look in her eyes, she watched until the determination she needed to see appeared. It wasn’t often she had that, given her life was mostly people beating her down.
She could do this. She would eagerly soak up any and all attention he wanted to give her, any knowledge about pleasure he would share, and she would not make the mistake of allowing emotions to get involved.
Her future had already been decided, and while she didn’t know what it would bring in its entirety, she understood the old man she was being sold to wasn’t the best choice for her. She, however, had no other options.
For the moment, she would do what she could to store up all the memories that she would need to get through the remainder of her life.
A life without Bryn.
Shrugging off the robe, she turned her back on the reflection she didn’t want to view, walked to the closet and opened the door to see all her new dresses. Purchased not by her own mother, but by a woman who had shown her all the love and affection she craved.
No need to call for a maid, she’d not had one for a long time and could dress herself, especially with these being simple in design. She pulled out a dress of pale green, the material soft against her fingers, took a moment then drew it on.
Once she was dressed, she swiftly braided her hair over one shoulder and tied it off with a purple ribbon. She opened the door and inhaled sharply.