Impossible Desires (novella) by Tamsin Baker Read Free Book Online Page B

in an intoxicating rhythm, taking possession of her mouth the same way he was taking her body.
    “No one will ever hurt you again, Mistress. Never again.” He groaned into her ear, pounding into her, her body answering his call.
    “Yes, yes, yes,” Eleanor chanted, reveling in the thrust of his body, the way his pubic bone hit her clit over and over.
    “Take me. Fuck me. Love me.”
    Eleanor was screaming now, not realizing what she was saying as her third orgasm washed over her. She bucked and screamed and bit into her lover’s shoulder as he stilled, shuddered and poured his hot seed into her body.
    They remained that way for several minutes before slowly disengaging and spooning together to go to sleep.
    Eleanor lay with Gareth behind her; cradling her, holding her and breathing against her. She had never felt more alive, more protected or more loved.
    It was exactly what she had wanted, and yet she was terrified. She had never felt more out of control, more at the mercy of another person. In handing Gareth her heart, she had surrendered a part of herself to him. It was overwhelming.

Chapter 8
    Eleanor didn’t see Gareth for almost a week after their intimate night together. The next morning had been uncomfortable with neither person knowing where they stood with the other.
    She wrote to him every day, but had not made arrangements to see him. Their relationship was under her control in a lot of ways so if anyone was going to act, it needed to be her. So she decided to take the bull by the metaphorical horns and just deal with what would come.
    Eleanor had to admit to herself that she had fallen in love with him. Gareth was so wonderful in every way, a person she could truly admire. Their chemistry in the bedroom was more amazing than she had ever imagined was possible. But it was his treatment of her outside of the bedroom that pleased her even more. He constantly showed her respect, despite her proclivity for certain bedroom activities. Few gentlemen would be so accepting.
    So Eleanor wrote a letter inviting Gareth over to dinner at her town house. They needed more time alone, and not under the prying eyes of London’s elite. They needed to spend more time being intimate too. Since Eleanor had realized how much she could enjoy being beneath a man, she was considering offering Gareth some of the power in the sexual relationship.
    Gareth’s reply was warm, but he asked if she was able to make it for the following night as he had plans with his mother that he could not change. Eleanor smiled when she read the note. Her dominant self wanted to make Gareth come to her when she called, but the well-bred lady in her liked that he had manners and put his responsibility first. If she played her cards right, she would soon be his responsibility and he would put her first. That would be worth waiting for.
    Still smiling to herself, Eleanor went off to have her bath.
     
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    Gareth arrived out the front of Eleanor’s house with fragrant red roses the following evening. He had no idea if she liked the flowers but he still felt guilty about delaying their dinner. His mother had needed him, and he could only hope that Eleanor would forgive his delay.
    Gareth rushed for the knocker to see if he could get to it before the butler, but he missed out once again.
    “Lord Osborne.” The young – and too handsome – butler bowed to Gareth.
    “Lady Rossette awaits you in the dining room.”
    Gareth quirked a brow but didn’t say anything.
    He walked into the dining room to find Eleanor by the mantelpiece. She was a vision in lavender silk and lace. She turned as he approached and he caught sight of a tear in her eye.
    He bowed before handing her the gifts.
    “I apologize once again for delaying our dinner, Eleanor.”
    She smiled and accepted her flowers. What was wrong?
    “I am sorry too, Gareth. I should not have waited so long to contact you.”
    Gareth smiled tightly. He also believed that, but he wasn’t stupid