Free Libertine's Wife by Karolyn Cairns Page B

within her,
his sweat-slickened body going taut. He jerked above her then, his
gyrating hips stilled. She was breathing as raggedly as him when he
sank down upon her, his weight making it impossible for her to
breathe.
    Garret lay above her, in no hurry to
withdraw. She couldn’t look at him, her head turned aside in
desolate grief on the pillow. A lone tear slid unchecked down her
cheek. To be with anyone but Julian made her cringe in denial. To
have enjoyed it made it even worse. Her heart ached to think she
betrayed the man she loved.
    Garret cared nothing for her feelings,
Arianne knew, devastated by his casual use of her. She was to find
her husband didn’t intend to stop after that either. After he
withdrew from her, he turned and stared down at her with an amused
look in his eyes. “I can see your lover was remiss in a great many
things, my dear.” He lay on his side facing her now, his long
finger tracing her narrow ribcage. “I will have to make up for the
man’s lack of finesse; I can see that. You might have opened your
legs a time or two, but I can tell you hardly enjoyed it. It’s a
shame you got nothing for the loss of your virtue.”
    She refused to look at him, feeling
humiliated. He knew she never experienced such before him. Julian
never brought about such an intense completion to their joining.
While she found it pleasant enough, was even eager during the act,
it was nothing compared to what they just did. Knowing he was aware
of it too, made her feel even more out of sorts.
    Garret laughed, a low, rich sound that
made her want to die in mortification as he lowered his head to her
breast, encircling and teasing the engorged peak until it
stiffened. His tongue stabbed at it and made her
tremble.
    “ No matter, I will give you
long, lasting memories of this night.” He bit at her nipple gently,
making her jump under his mouth. “Easy, my dear, I’m far from done
with you yet. Your lover failed to teach you a great deal, from
what I can see. While I condemn his selfishness; I wouldn’t want to
ever be accused of leaving a lady wanting.”
    Garret eased away from her breasts and
rose above her. He lifted her head off the pillow to take her lips.
His kiss was slow and taunting, his tongue invading her mouth. His
hands slid down and yanked apart her clenched knees, jerking them
up around his hips while he continued his onslaught upon her
senses.
    Garret’s experienced, intrusive hands
were gentle despite his cruel words. He made her shake with
unabashed pleasure as he touched her. He caressed her with a
tenderness that belied his feelings. He learned every curve and
hollow of her body with aching slowness. He was watching her face
as he teased her until she was breathless.
    Soon she was writhing under him, urging
him to her once more. Her nails dug into his back. He entered her
with a low moan in the back of his throat. The slow, hungry strokes
of his body within hers made her lose all control of her reactions,
biting down onto his shoulder.
    Garret slowed then, his hips moving in
an unhurried pace. He watched her face flush and saw her lips part
with delight. He smiled above her, seeing her obvious pleasure. The
incredible tightening began once more, her body squeezing his
glistening cock like a vice. He seemed to know exactly what she was
experiencing inside. He moved with sure deliberation, hitting a
spot within her that made her body clench around his of its own
accord.
    “ Say my name, sweet wife,”
Garret whispered harshly at her ear, “Say it, Arianne. I want you
to remember whose cock is in you now.”
    Arianne squeezed her eyes shut at his
taunting words just as waves of the most incredible ecstasy washed
over her and left her reeling. His name was already on her lips.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, hugging him to her frantically
as the spasms hit her.
    Garret shuddered as his seed shot deep
within her, his head thrown back. He sank upon her and sighed into
her neck, his big body