Free Libertine's Wife by Karolyn Cairns Page A

tight, unknown feeling began to build within
her abdomen, making her go rigid. Her legs shook, heels digging
into the bed. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
    Suddenly something seemed to explode
within her. A dam of sensation opened up. She cried aloud then, her
hands sliding down of their own accord to wind in his auburn locks
that spilled over her thighs. She clutched his head to her as the
spasms overwhelmed her.
    She urged him to her then, lips parted
and moving soundlessly. He grew more hurried, his tongue daring in
its quest. Her body was soon squirming and arching under his for
more. She sobbed aloud in pleasure as he wrung another similar
response from her in as many minutes, her legs clutching him to her
tightly.
    Garret moved over her body swiftly,
settling between her thighs. She felt dazed as his long, throbbing
hardness pressed against her. The engorged tip slid inside, teasing
her slick passage. Her eyes widened as he entered her with one sure
thrust. His huge size stretched her, filled her to the hilt,
leaving no part of her to deny him.
    Arianne felt delicious shards of
sensation as he moved within her. Soft delirious moans slid past
her lips. He was plunging deep within her tight, unobstructed
sheath with low groans of satisfaction. He brought her knees up
along his driving hips as he surged within her. She couldn’t ignore
how good it felt, her gasps of pleasure assuring him she enjoyed
it. He watched her face, looking down at her with a gloating
smile.
    “ Does this give you fond
memories of another?” His rigid cock slid back and forth within
her. “Shall I give you new ones? I want no confusion over who is
fucking you right now, Lady Ravensford.”
    Arianne closed her eyes, mortified at
his obscene taunt, shamed to feel her body tighten and grip his.
Her hips seemed to move of their own accord under his, arching
under him. His lips took hers in feverish desire. His hands gripped
the pillow around her head. His mouth cut off her cries of
rapture.
    She kissed him back, her arms wrapping
around his neck, holding him closer. The feel of him inside her was
exquisite. The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever felt. He
lifted his lips from hers, his green eyes filled with
scorn.
    “ Are you still thinking of
your lover right now, Arianne?” Garret held himself above her on
his elbows as he continued to move. Her body shook around his. She
felt the incredible sensations building within her. “Did your lover
ever make you feel like this? Answer me, damn you! Did he ever make
you feel the way I do now?”
    “ No!” Arianne choked out as
he moved faster, his hips driving harder between her thighs, her
words enflaming him. No, Julian never elicited such fervor during
their lovemaking. He was considerate of her and held himself back.
Those few times they made love were nothing like this. She could
hardly think of Julian as her husband pumped masterfully within
her.
    “ Come for me, my deceitful
little bitch. Come for me,” Garret demanded raggedly as he
commanded her senses, his hands grabbing handfuls of her fragrant
hair, pulling it back in his quest to wring another response from
her. “Open wider to me, Arianne. Ah yes, that’s it, my sweet one.
Raise your bottom higher for me. Yes, that’s very good. Now move
with me faster, yes that’s it. Ah, God, you’re getting good at
this.”
    Soft cries escaped her as the
sensations intensified. She obeyed him as he whispered to her,
telling her what to do. She seemed to splinter from within. His low
growls at her ear made her feel consumed by him. The sounds of the
headboard hitting the wall in hard, insistent thumps mingled with
his low, enraptured moans.
    “ Come for me now, Arianne,”
Garret demanded harshly, his glowing eyes meeting hers as he
continued to push within her. “That’s it, give it all to me now,
you treacherous bitch.” Garret’s body stiffened. Her loud sobs of
ecstasy were muffled into his neck. He spilled his seed