Free Unexpected Pleasures by Mary Wine Page A

finished bending you either.”
    A shiver crossed her skin, rippling down her body in response. There was a promise in his voice, one that was unmistakable.
    â€œYou make no sense with such words.”
    He chuckled, and it was not a pleasant sound, but one that sent anticipation through her. His arms relaxed, allowing her space, and she moved away from the disturbing contact with his body only to be caught on his arm in front of her while she felt his fingers pulling on the lace that held her dress closed.
    â€œI make more sense than you do when you tell me to leave you.”
    â€œI told you that because there can be no future in what you seek with me beyond tonight.”
    Justina gained her freedom as his arms slacked from surprise. At last, it appeared that he was beginning to accept what their reality was. Her victory was short-lived however because she heard him pull the tie free that secured her dress. The bodice sagged and she had to clasp her arms over her chest to keep it in place. Synclair reached down and grasped both sides of the skirt in his large hands and drew the garment up and over her head while she tried to hold onto her dress.
    â€œThen be very sure that I plan to make good use of the entire night, Justina.”
    He pulled the loosened gown from her grasp with only a slight sound of tearing. With a hard look he threw the dress on the table behind him, remaining between it and her. Justina turned to face him completely, feeling exposed in her stays and chemise. Her shoes had fallen off somewhere near the wall, leaving her in stocking-clad feet. She suddenly worried that he might find her body unattractive. Her husband had told her that childbearing had left its mark on her, and it had been clear that he did not care for the sight of it.
    â€œI must return to the palace.” Her voice was low, to conceal her apprehension.
    Synclair shook his head, and she discovered it difficult to maintain eye contact with him. Her gaze wanted to slide down his body and soak in all the perfection she knew he’d hidden beneath his clothing. She wanted to be selfish and stay with him. She wanted him to want her to remain even though he had already had her.
    Such was a whimsical idea, one only found in sonnets and fables.
    She had turned her head away but a soft stroke across her cheek drew her attention back to Synclair.
    â€œAh sweet lady, I am not nearly finished with proving my worth to you this night. Where you needs go is into that bed where I may take the rest of the night to bend you to my will. I promise you, you will enjoy it well.”
    Her mouth went dry while her mind whispered dark temptations about what this man might do if lust wasn’t riding him so high. His voice was deep and husky and rich with promise. Many a man thought he knew how to pleasure a woman, but most were naught but arrogant fools, drunk on their own pride.
    â€œYou are thinking about it, Justina, I see the passion glittering in your eyes.” He reached down and grasped his cock. She failed to keep her attention on his face, her gaze slipping down, over the cut ridges of his chest muscle, across the lean expanse of his belly to the place where his fingers curled around the hard member that had so recently pleasured her.
    â€œGo on and look at me, Justina, I have been waiting a long time to watch you gazing at my flesh and seeing what the sight of my arousal does to you. To see if it raises passion in your eyes as I have so often hoped for.”
    His hand moved up and down the length of his cock. She trembled, her blood beginning to rush through her veins in excitement. Behind her stays, her nipples drew into hard points that longed for the touch of his hand. There was a practiced motion in the way his fingers moved along his length, the man knew how to handle the more sensitive parts of the human body.
    Sweet Christ. She lifted a hand to cover her mouth, overwhelmed by the ideas swarming inside her mind. She