Free 2Rakehell by Debra Glass

original intention of copulating with
him merely to beget an heir.
    This…
    Oh this was animal.
    Instinctual.
    She ground her teeth and mewled, spreading her thighs
unbearably wider, surrendering to the burning strain to achieve more pressure
against her clitoris.
    Shadows consumed her, plunging her into a dark space where
he became her only source of light. Where a fine line between safety and danger
served as her sole boundary.
    The top of her head found the headboard and she braced
herself with her hands, pushing back even as he strove, it seemed, to drive her
through the very wood.
    He muttered language she should have been shocked to hear.
Instead the words he used drove her higher toward the precipice. “Your pussy’s
so wet. So tight. I can’t get enough of your body.” His words were but
breathless moans that wafted over her skin and permeated her being.
    On her knees, raw from fucking and being pummeled from
behind as if she were a milkmaid, Primrose had never felt more beautiful. More
desired.
    His fingers clutched harder. The spasms of his own orgasm
vibrated through his limbs and into hers. He cried out so loud she feared one
of the servants would surely come to investigate. Primrose wanted to come with
him. She plunged her fingers between her legs and rubbed her clit, feeling his
sac grind against the back of her hand as she ratcheted her pleasure higher.
    There it was. Holding her breath she welcomed the little
death. Her channel shuddered at first and then violent tremors seized hold of
her. Bliss rippled through her belly, up her spine and into the base of her
skull. Stars exploded behind her squeezed-shut eyelids, leaving her wildly
awash like a battered skiff against a rocky shore.
    As the sensation transformed into a soft hum she became
vaguely aware of his arms circling her, twisting her, drawing her into a warm
embrace.
    Her fist curled gently against his chest as her head found
the hollow of his shoulder. Breathing in the scent of him, of sex and warm
linen, she drifted.
    His fingers combed through her hair and his lips brushed her
forehead once, then twice. “Did I hurt you?”
    She snuggled closer, threading a leg between his. “No.”
    He drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. “I can’t
help myself with you.”
    “Why not?” She shouldn’t have asked but she wanted to know.
She had to know if she was somehow different from those women such as the two
harpies she’d seen in that opium den. Mortified, she realized it shouldn’t
matter as long as she achieved her goal of producing an heir. But it did.
    It suddenly mattered a great deal to her.
    He lay silent until she thought she would scream but she
refused to speak until he answered her question. Finally his body stilled
beneath her and he answered her. “Because I want to punish you.”
    She’d hoped for words of endearment. She’d expected him to
fling a barb at her. But she hadn’t expected that.
    He’d probably intended some other meaning but she saw
herself bent over his knee again as he spanked her bare bottom and threatened
to prod her in the most unthinkable places. Her body shivered with delicious
anticipation and before she could stop herself she uttered words she
immediately regretted. “I deserve to be punished.”
    She lifted herself off him far enough to look into his eyes.
“I want to be punished.”
    Her heart thudded like a drum in her chest. Her eyes
watered. She couldn’t swallow.
    His unreadable gaze roved over her face and then he tenderly
brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “My things don’t appear to have been touched
in my absence.”
    “They were not,” she said softly, wondering why he so
abruptly changed the subject. For an instant rejection flooded her.
    “Hamish could have claimed that chamber. You could have
thrown out my belongings. At the very least packed them away.”
    “I…I hoped you’d return.” Why couldn’t she prevent herself
from revealing too much?
    His eyes searched