Lady Blythe’s trousseau would give her a small dowry.Ī year’s betrothal was by no means uncommon some people waited two.
She had a feeling she could afford a string of emeralds from the commissions related to Diana’s wedding, and perhaps even repay the money owed to Willa’s estate. As soon as her mother was well enough, they could open the townhouse. Probably in a year or two, depending on how things went. She rang for a bath, and spent half an hour calculating when she could afford to marry Parth. Or at least a small dowry, enough to keep her pride. Parth was rich, yet she wanted to bring him the inheritance she was supposed to have. But she would not marry him until she had repaid the emeralds her mother had stolen. Staring up at the bed curtains, Lavinia made one decision, an important one. Watching Parth, her future husband, reluctantly leave. Inside her room, the door shut, one of those kisses again. Lavinia woke the next morning with a gasp.Īll of it, including a giggling, breathless return to her room through the back corridors and even a secret passage. It was the first time he’d experienced anything that felt as if he’d given his heart away. Three, four thrusts home and he felt himself empty out, cock deep inside her, shaking, sweat dropping onto her, groans torn from his chest.Ī man is never more vulnerable than in the moment he gives everything to a woman. As she shuddered in his arms, Parth closed his eyes and let himself go. She was gasping now, groaning, eyes shining with dazed pleasure.Īnd then she was coming, and her throat had to be raw because, damn it, Lavinia was as wild in bed as she was in life. It set something free in him and he let his head drop, licking her face like a crazed man, biting her bottom lip, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as ferociously as his cock. In a white heat, he heard her cry out, but not in pain. One hand wrenched her right knee higher and he thrust into her with a heavy grunt, hard and possessive. The pleasure was so acute that he lost vision for a moment. She tightened on him and lifted up fast, slamming into him.
“Like that.” Her voice had a trace of frustration and Parth frowned, not sure what she meant. With a purring laugh, she bent her knees and arched up, toward him. “Won’t do that again.” He eased into a slow glide again.īut Lavinia had always surprised him, and she always would. “Sorry,” he said, gritting it out, his voice deeper than normal. She grunted, surprised, her body jolting. “Tell me what you need, Lavinia.” He came down on his elbows and despite himself, his shaft thrust forward hard. Her words went through Parth’s chest like fire. I’ve heard that women-maybe I’m one of those women.
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