Free Emily's Seduction by Natasha Blackthorne Page A

She shifted and his seed gushed from between her legs. So much of it the settee would be ruined. She caught her breath and, frantically, reached beneath herself and made contact with a folded linen towel.
    Thank God.
    Heavy-lidded, Alex looked down at her and then gripped the base of her throat lightly. His eyes were glowing with love. “Damn.” He breathed the word like a prayer.
    Joy filled her and overflowed. She laughed, the sound broken by her still panting breaths.
    He tightened his grip just a bit. “Nymph, you nearly killed me.”
    She glanced at the other settee. It was empty. “Peter?”
    “I think he went home, my love.” He removed his hand from her throat.
    “Oh,” she said. “Do you think we should have… Were we rude?”
    He laughed softly and traced his fingertip on her cheek. “I don’t think there are any standards of deportment that cover this situation, love.”
    “Yes, of course.” She felt foolish. What did she think—that Peter would stay and crawl into bed with them? How silly. She wouldn’t have even wanted him there. Not now. Was it callous to feel that way? Had they used Peter? Did Peter even care?
    “In any case, it’s a moot point.” Alex’s voice cut into her worries. “Once I saw you come so totally undone, so beautifully uninhibited and lost to yourself, no force on Earth was going to stop me from taking you. I have never been so insane to have a woman. My cock was so hard, I thought it might break.” He caressed her lank, sweaty hair with a reverence as if it had been the most treasured silk.
    They remained quiet, all the while her breathing and heart rate slowly returning to normal.
    Finally, he stood. He put his arms behind her back and she remained limp as he lifted her into his arms. “Shall I carry you up to bed?”
    She nodded and wrapped her arms loosely about his neck. She could never have walked—her whole body was weak. Spent. “Yours…not mine.”
    “My bed is not as soft as yours.” His deep voice vibrated through her.
    “Don’t…care.”
    He began walking. But then he paused and buried his face into the curve of her throat. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
    His whispered words sent warmth all through her.
    Something had broken between them. A barrier. She could feel it. She didn’t understand it completely, but this had been something he’d needed and now things were different between them. They were closer than ever now. Almost one person.
    Triumph rushed through her.
    She had won.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Alex lay atop her, and, aside from the bandages on their feet, they were naked. His soles had been medicated but he could feel the fiery pain still burning under the numbness. However, he was young and she was flawlessly beautiful. The kind of woman a man dreams of having as a wife. He put his lips to her ear, touching her golden hair. “I am sorry, I am sorry.”
    Her head moved; she was nodding. “Why must he insist on watching? Isn ’ t the shame great enough already?”
    Futile rage swept through him, strong enough to kill the devil, had he only stood a chance of getting to him. “He always watches. He envies that which he cannot do. Pretend he ’ s not there.” He pressed a soft kiss just below her ear. “Pretend we were married this morning, we spent the day feasting and celebrating with our families. You had a beautiful silk gown, there was a huge bridal cake, your father drank too much and your mother cried.”
    “Yes,” she breathed. “I can picture it.”
    “They are happy to see us wed. We’ re in love…”
    “Yes, yes we are.”
    “We’ ve courted a long time. We ’ ve waited forever for tonight and now it ’ s finally here.”
    “Yes.”
    Against his fingers, her body finally began to respond, wetness slicking her virgin quim.
    “Stop chattering and get on with it.” The devil’ s voice echoed from his divan across the lavish chamber. “Or are you in need of further persuasion?”
    Alex put his