Page 75 of The Glorious Bastard

Victoria did not resist or object. Her fingers curled into his neck, urging him closer as she opened her mouth to him, allowing his tongue to explore freely. Each stroke of their tongues and brush of their lips elicited tiny moans from her throat. Her body pressed closer to his, her hands tugging at his nightshirt.

In one swift motion, William wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. Together, they worked to free her legs from her skirts, bunching the fabric at her waist, all while their lips remained locked in an urgent kiss. When Victoria finally straddled his hips, they both sighed in relief.

Now, only a single layer of fabric separated their bodies.

His cock stood tall, burning with need. Victoria rocked her hips, grinding her wet core against his length. With a hiss, William tightened his arm around her waist, drawing her nearer.

She continued to rock her hips, deepening their kiss, occasionally grazing his lips with her teeth, sending him into a frenzy of pleasure.

Oh, God, it feels so good. Too good for it to be real.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, she broke the kiss and turned away. William trailed kisses down her cheek and along her jawline, ready to move his mouth to her neck. However, before he could do so, she weakly uttered, “Wait…”

William stilled, not moving a muscle, waiting for her to tell him to continue. To kiss her again.

Instead, she whispered, “Stop.”

William immediately disengaged his hands and raised them by his sides. They sat like that for a long moment, their breaths intermingling in the dimly lit room. Victoria placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself away from his body, taking her warmth with her.

Without looking in his direction, she quickly scrambled off the bed and locked herself in the dressing room. With a groan, William collapsed onto the bed, his hand cradling his groin. His nightshirt clung to his erect length, dampened with Victoria’s juices.

She was so aroused. So exquisitely wet.

Why did she stop?

He slowly stroked his cock through his nightshirt and cursed under his breath.

How long was he to continue enduring this torture? His eyes darted to the closed door of the dressing room. Oh, how he wished he could barrel through there, bend Victoria over the bathtub, raise the skirt of her nightgown, and ram into her wet center.

He didn’t need long. Two thrusts and he’d come apart inside her, of that he was certain. He’d burrow his nose inside her hair, or perhaps lick that tantalizing beauty spot on the juncture between her neck and shoulder. He was quite intrigued by it.

The door handle rattled before Victoria flung open the door and made her way inside the room. She silently climbed into bed, hid beneath the covers, and turned away.

William let out a deep breath. This night was going to be a silent torture.

Chapter 18

Victoria was unable to get a wink of sleep. That kiss… Oh, that kiss had haunted her throughout the entire night, resulting in her tossing and turning aimlessly until morning.