A Marriage Most Scandalous (Scandalous Ballroom Encounters Book 2) by Victoria Vale Read Free Book Online Page B

lifted her, then eased her down onto his erection, impaling her inch by slow inch. “I want you to feel free to do what you want with me, Sherry.”
    His hands trembled when they found her hips, taking them in a bruising grip.
    “I want to,” he murmured. “God, you don’t know how hard it’s been. I look at you and I see a sweet innocent, a lady … my lady.”
    “Then close your eyes,” she whispered, “and pretend I’m her.”
    He shook his head, refusing to break her gaze.
    Pressing her hand over his eyes, she pushed his head back, forcing it to rest on the back of the chair.
    “Cecily, stop this.”
    She moved against him, forcing a low moan from his throat. Smiling in satisfaction, she did it again, careful to keep her hand in place.
    “Your cock feels so good inside me, my lord,” she purred, imitating Petra’s faint accent. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? You want to take me from behind while I taste your wife’s cunt.”
    He grunted, the muscles in his chest and abdomen tightening and contracting as she slid up and down the length of his rod.
    “Hmmm, maybe I’ll kiss you and give you a taste. You’d like that, too, wouldn’t you, my lord? To taste your wife’s sweet little quim on my lips.”
    Sheridan groaned, his hands palming her hips again and forcing her up and down harder, faster.
    “Yes,” he hissed from between gritted teeth.
    Her head fell back again, and she allowed her hand to fall from over his eyes, satisfied that they would remained closed. She obeyed his silent command to go faster, gripping the back of his neck and hanging on as he bucked upward to meet her. She reveled in the power she’d discovered in her body, in her own womanhood. Never had she thought she could be so bold, so daring. The encounter at Madame Petra’s had awakened her desires, as well as her curiosity. She wanted to discover all that could be learned about the bedroom arts.
    Before this night, they’d only made love in one manner—with Sheridan on top of her, in the dark. This way, with him beneath her, her pleasure increased tenfold; each stroke of his cock inside her caressed a sensitive place deep within, one that brought on the telltale spasms she’d learned signaled her release.
    She shattered, screaming so loud it was a wonder the servants didn’t come running to ensure that someone wasn’t killing her. His hand clapped over her mouth, but his assault on her body never ceased. His hips pumped upward, his breaths growing shorter and more ragged, until he groaned his own release, filling her with the hot gush of his seed.
    He collapsed against the chair, sweat glistening on his bare skin, chest heaving from the exertion. She fell against him, cheek resting against his shoulder.
    Now came the part she’d always enjoyed—the closeness she always felt with him when their lovemaking had ended. Instead, now, even that felt better because they were both more satisfied than they’d ever been.
    Before she knew it, her eyelids drooped and she had drifted off to sleep. She didn’t know how long they dozed, but when she came to, he was carrying her to the bed. The sun had long since risen, but with strict orders from the servants that they were not to be disturbed, Sheridan joined her in her bed, and they slept.
     

Chapter Six
     
    When Sheridan awoke the next morning, the bed beside him lay empty. Yet, the pillow where his wife’s head had rested still smelled of her. Despite the late hour they’d gone to bed, he felt surprisingly well-rested. The tension that had taken up residence in his joints and muscles had eased away. He’d slept better than he had in months.
    A smile curved his mouth as he got off the mattress, stretching, glorying in the light of the sun filtering through the sheer lace curtains and warming his skin. Ringing for his valet, he slid on his robe and entered the dressing room with a spring in his step. If he hurried, he could find Cecily before she finished breakfast and