The Awakening, Zuleika and the Barbarian by Bertrice Small Read Free Book Online

bedchamber was not on the floor above with the girls, but rather toward the rear of the house on the same floor where the salons were located. The duke knew the way, having been there many times before. No sooner had they entered than he pushed her against the closed door and kissed her hard. His lips moved from her lips to her neck and bared shoulders. His mouth was hot on her flesh.
    "Take off your damned clothes, Renée," the duke said impatiently.
    She laughed. "So eager, mon brave . I hope you will not act this way with my niece. You will terrify her."
    "I want to fuck you," he answered her bluntly, pulling off his own garments. "Having seen the exquisite Marguerite, I am suddenly very hot to fuck, chérie."
    "As Chez Renée strives to please its guests, monseigneur , how can I not comply with such an easy request. I shall be happy to stand in for my niece tonight." Renée quickly stripped off her bodice, skirts, undergarments, and shoes.
    "Damn, madame , but for a woman of any age you are in incredible form," the duke said, smacking his lips. "I believe your niece has inherited those fine round breasts of yours." His gaze moved appreciatively over her lush form. She had a very narrow waist, but her full hips certainly matched her full bosom. He pulled her against him, his swollen cock rubbing against her dark bush. "On your back, wench!" he growled in her ear as they fell to the bed.
    Renée wrapped her legs about her lover, sighing with pleasure as he slid into her. "You need a young wife, César," she told him. "I shall soon no longer be able to keep up with you."
    "I know," he agreed, "but the thought of impregnating some pale virgin just for the sake of an heir revolts me. I may let my younger brother and his brats inherit from me. Then I can continue to do as I please. Ahhhh, bitch, you are hot for me too, n'est-ce pas?" He thrust deeply into her again and again until both were weak, and most replete with the pleasure their bodies had given to each other.
    Afterward they drank champagne, lying naked, until finally Madame Renée arose and, after bathing her private parts, dressed once more. "You may remain the night if it pleases you, César," she told him with a small smile, preparing to leave the room.
    He stretched his long frame lazily. "Non, merci , but I must be home early for a meeting with the king. It would not do for me to appear in the same clothing I wore today, would it?" He chuckled. "Poor old Louis, but then I forget, you like him."
    "He is a decent, if old-fashioned man," she responded. "He comes to talk with me, nothing more, for he is not able as you know, poor soul. But I often wonder if any man would have been able with that ugly princess he married, even given his difficulty. He was always astounded that the revolution had the courage, as he puts it, to execute his brother and his brother's family."
    "What do you talk about with him?" The Duc de Caraville was curious. King Louis XVIII was indeed intelligent, but he was also a man with a great sense of his own importance, and not a great deal of common sense.
    Renée laughed softly. "We speak on literature, and poetry," she said. "And he loves gossip, what little I may give him without breaking any confidences. He has great charm, but surely you recall that he had a very unfortunate marriage with his Savoyard princess. He has a rare physical deformity. The marriage was never consummated. Perhaps if it had, they both would have been happier."
    "There are other ways . . . " the duke began.
    "His difficulty leaves him unable to enjoy even the most innocent of carnal pleasures," Renée replied. Then she shook a warning finger at the duke. "But you did not hear that from me, chérie."
    The duke grinned. "Eh, what?" he replied, putting his hand to his ear in a gesture of attempting to hear better.
    "Bonsoir , César," she told him. "I will see you again soon."
    "Tomorrow night, Renée, and have the luscious Marguerite available for me to meet then. I