Page 18 of To Tame a Wicked Widow

No. He couldn’t do this, no matter how alluring the woman. Every part of him only wanted Madeline. There had to be a way he could make her see that despite everything, the only man she should marry was him. Had to be. He just had to think better and fight harder.

“I’m sorry,” he said abruptly. “You are lovely, but…there is someone else I must go to. Someone special.”

“Oh really?” the woman said huskily, stretching on the cushion like a cat in the sunshine. “That is a shame. I hoped very much to be disciplined in this divinely exotic setting.”

Confused recognition stilled every part of his body, except for his cock, which turned to stone in an instant. Surely he had to be dreaming. Fantasies didn’t come true.

“Indeed, madam?” Ethan replied slowly, in an effort to control the sudden wild surge of elation and fierce lust now coursing through him. “Have you been wicked, then?”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Very, very wicked.”

“What did you do?”

She sat up and removed the mask and veil. “I said some thoughtless things and hurt the man I have come to care for most in the world.”

“And he didn’t stay and fight?” said Ethan, wrestling against a wave of anger directed entirely at himself. “Perhaps he is a damned bloody fool who doesn’t deserve you.”

“Oh, no. He may be younger, but he is strong and smart and the most wonderful lover I’ve ever had. Without him, I fear I will become quite lost.”

“Well,” he rasped, humbled at the opportunity of a second chance. Moving forward, he removed his cravat, then his jacket and waistcoat and shirt, shoes and stockings, until he wore nothing but his trousers. Almost lazily, he stroked a hand over the prominent bulge of his erection, carefully unfastening the flap so his cock didn’t succumb to death by strangulation. “If you need him…and, dare I say, to be tamed just a little…”

A beaming smile lit up her beautiful face. Aphrodite, indeed. “That is exactly what I require.”

“Then I insist you undress. At once.”

Madeline shivered, almost tearing the fine linen sheath in her haste to remove it. Seconds later, she lay back down on the cushion, her wrists above her head, and her thighs spread wide. Even in the low light, her nipples were swollen and dusky, the crisp curls between her legs glistening with juices.

After kneeling down, he forced her thighs wider with his shoulders and cupped her ass to lift her cunt closer to his mouth.

And greedily began to feast.

* * *

Nothing in the world compared to Ethan pleasuring her.

Madeline moaned in ecstasy, her fingers gripping the cushion as his talented tongue flicked and lapped and stabbed at her aching pussy. And yet tears of relief burned her eyes, too. She’d not known what to expect when she’d arrived. But Lady Yardley had explained a soiree conversation she’d had with Ethan, and that he’d made certain special requests indicating he didn’t truly want a new lover. Then Madeline had suggested an idea for this room, and Lady Yardley’s wonderfully efficient servants had bustled about to create a sensual desert fantasy.

When Ethan had entered the room, a moment of paralyzing doubt had struck her. Had Lady Yardley gotten it wrong? Would he be angry to see her and not another woman?

And then he’d said those wondrous words.

There is someone else I must go to. Someone special.

At that moment, forever had seemed possible.

“Oh God…” she choked out, as he abruptly nipped her inner thigh, before returning to torment her soaked center. She wanted to writhe at the sheer goodness of his dedicated attentions, but he held her thighs in a secure grip, a form of bondage that only made her wetter.

“So delicious, Madeline. I could lick your cunt for hours. I haven’t decided if I’ll let you come, though. That depends entirely on how sweetly you beg.”

She whimpered. “Don’t stop. Never stop.”

Ethan immediately leaned back so just the tip of his tongue touched her clitoris. “Orders, madam?”

“N-no. Please don’t stop.”

“Better,” he murmured, trailing a wicked path from her clitoris down to her pussy entrance, delving in briefly, before moving back up again.

Sensation coiled tightly, and her head thrashed, her cries becoming increasingly desperate as he took her higher and higher but continually halted just before she tumbled over the edge into orgasm. “I…I need…please…”