Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Annette Shelley
Word Count :11259
Publication Date :2011-04-27
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-823-9
Can our indulgences be forgiven?
Charles Daughtry goes to a society party to do business on behalf of his father when he is bewitched by the lovely and married mistress of the house, Claire Davies. The two engage in a lascivious episode in an upstairs room during the party. Charles narrowly escapes discovery, but vows to rekindle the flames of passion, regardless of the cost. After some unfortunate events leave Charles shaken, he confesses his sins to a Bishop. Charles hopes for absolution. Will he find forgiveness from the spiritual leader or crucifixion at the end of a hangman's noose? This story is not classified as a Romance.
He unlaced the bodice, pressing it open until her bare chest toppled out before him. "My God, you are a sight."
She giggled shyly. "You are too kind."
"No kindness here, milady, only appreciation." Charles studied her every line and feature, burning it into his mind where he hoped it would stay forever. All the while his hardness increased. He lowered his breeches to the floor, unbuttoned the first few buttons.
His lover's delicate fingers found their way to his chest. Claire tugged at his sleeves until his shirt hit the floor, landing on top of her garments. She kissed his shoulders, his neck, his chest. Each proclamation made him more eager for her. She traced her fingers over the tip of him and instinctively tasted his wetness. "Mmm. Quite good."
"Am I?" Charles slid his torso down hers and spread her legs wide, dipping his tongue inside her sweet center. With wet mouth, he lifted his head. "You're quite tasty yourself."
For someone who never had a lover before, Claire arched her back and moaned out like no other Charles had ever had.
The sight of this made him wild with passion. Without her express permission, he rushed over her, guiding himself into her center and forced himself to the deepest parts without incident.
"Agh," she moaned.
He pulled out and checked for blood. There wasn't any, which surprised him. If she was a virgin like she said she was, shouldn't she have been in pain, shouldn't there have been blood? He rested the tip of his member just inside her folds. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I want more." She reached her hand around his neck, kissing him and sending her tongue dancing inside his mouth.
And more he gave her. Again and again he thrust until he unloaded himself inside her. The pair crumpled together in a sweaty heap of lust.
At that moment, there was a loud knock at their door and a familiar voice of William Davies spoke. "Darling? Are you in there?"