Persuasion (22 page)

She ducked her head. “Are you . . . . Did you know of my parents?”

He chuckled. “Naturally. I do not believe there is a member of the ton alive,

who does not know of your mother and father. Even I, in my semi-hermitic

state know of them. In fact, I wish to give you my respect for your father's

death. He was far too young to be taken by God.”

“T-thank you.” At his nod, she bit her lip. “My father and mother loved each

other greatly, Dorian. It is a love that is quite beyond the comprehension of

most mortals. I was born from it and so I can understand to some point . . .

and while my father was alive, I do not deny that I wished for a love like

that for myself. But now, my mother is almost in some sort of suspended

stupor. She simply cannot cope without my papa and I refuse to place

myself in that position.”

“I do understand, Lily. You might be surprised. My parents had a similar

love. But unfortunately for them, theirs was no peaceful haven. They loved

each other but could not live with one another and even though my own

father has also died, my mother refuses to marry again. She is still young,

still vibrant and full of life. She could remarry and be happy. But she will not,

because she still loves my father. It is strange, how all-encompassing it can

be, no?”

She nodded. “I am in a fortunate position, Dorian. I need not marry anyone.

I can live alone. I am only here to prove to my mother that I don't want or

need to marry. She fears that I am wasting my life on her. But I am not. I

do not want to marry, simply to be married, if you understand my drift. But

that is not to say that I do not want to experience the joys of what can occur

between man and wife.”

Despite himself, he was disappointed. "And you chose me as your . . .

victim, why?” he said slowly.

Lily laughed. “Victim? Do you wish me to leave, sir?” He narrowed his eyes

at her smile, but shook his head slowly in reply. “I chose you because of my

response to you during our first dance. I . . . ,” she hesitated.

He leaned forward a little, his interest clear.

“Well, you inspired something in me that has never before been touched, my

lord. To fail to explore that would have been quite foolhardy, don't you

agree?”

He blinked and opened his mouth to speak, but almost as though she saw

the questions in his eyes, she swiftly jumped to her feet, and he allowed her,

releasing her hand to free her from his grasp. As soon as she stood tall, Lily

unfastened the cloak that rested about her shoulders and let it fall to the

ground. His mouth instantly watered . . . she had traveled about London

with nothing more than a light chemise underneath a traveling cloak?

His cock hardened even further and he had to withhold a groan.

Rubbing a hand over his forehead, he grimaced as she began to unknot the

stays on her chemise and that too fell to the ground, baring her beautiful

body to his gaze.

She lifted her hands and cupped her breasts before trailing a palm down

over her belly to cup at her sex. Her fingers slid between her legs and he

watched with wide eyes as they delved into the outer lips of her quim.

Was she more experienced than he had realized? Her self-confidence and

sure and deft touched seemed to imply this . . . but no, had he not felt the

tightness of her quim around his cock? Had he not felt and pierced her

maidenhead?

Indeed, he felt truly imbecilic for having only just realized that his dreams

had been triggered by a real woman. Not a dream woman. From that

moment, he vowed to stop drinking. It was making a moron out of him!

Killing and dumbing his brain until he was seeing ghosts where there were

none and that simply wouldn't do. He was bound in his misery, caught up in

the past and the hurts that had been laid his way, but he had a

responsibility. He was a major landowner, as Lily had said, he had

responsibilities that he could not forget, to his people, to his investments

and to his staff.

As he thought that, he realized that it was time to let go of the past. To

cease feeling embittered about what was effectively history. What was done

was done. It could not be rewritten.

Yes, William had taken his Camille and sullied her. Had his cousin not always

wanted that which belonged to Dorian? Camille had obviously been weak.

Too weak to withstand William's overpowering nature. She had betrayed

him, but that did not mean that his own life had to cease. She was dead now

and could no longer harm him. If he were to mourn anything, it should be to

grieve the passing of the child. Be she from his own seed or that of

William's, the child had deserved to live despite the weakness of her mother

and Dorian knew that regardless of the true father, he would have loved the

child as his own.

His mind had been caught in a swirl of grief- for what might have been. For

years he'd been unable to process Camille's betrayal and had continued to

think of her as the innocent. Had indeed refused to even think about her

duplicity, preferring to think of her as the woman he had married before

William had forever soiled her . . . . And now, he felt her flutter away.

Why?

He didn't know.

Perhaps it was this woman, her freely given offer.

He sighed and then, was jolted in his seat as his eyes were caught by a

sudden movement and they almost crossed as Lily bowed down and lent

over him. Her mouth hovered over his and his lips were soon captured by

hers. He allowed himself to be swept away into the passion that she so

freely gifted him with and at that moment, he literally rousted himself from

the past, from the specter of Camille.

Her teeth tugged at his lower lip before releasing him to press hundreds and

hundreds of kisses all over his face. On his brow, his eyelids, his nose, his

chin, along the lines of his jaw. From there, came a nibble of his neck and

throat as she unfastened his cravat and lifted his creased linen shirt from his

torso. Next came a surfeit of pleasure as her lips suckled at his nipples, as

her mouth explored the expanse of his chest, biting at the cords of his

muscles as her hands went to work on the fastenings of his breeches.

Eventually, he tugged her away. Her lack of knowledge of a man's dress

bolstered his confidence no end and he swiftly unflapped his trews and

stepped out of them, leaving himself as naked as she. He took his seat once

more and watched with pleasure-dazed eyes as her mouth continued to

explore him as though there hadn't been a slight break in proceedings. She

nuzzled at his belly, tugged at the hair on his chest before finally, dropping

low. He could hazily recall a moment such as this from the past week, but at

this moment in time, he knew that her entire concentration was upon his

throbbing cock and he did not mind admitting that was where he wanted her

mind centered.

Her hands were hesitant as she touched him, as her fingers caressed and

her palm gripped him. He shuddered when both hands worked together to

please him, the left clasping him tightly at the base as the right rubbed

inexpertly at the tip. Seed began to escape from the eye of his cock and he

watched through slitted eyes as she jolted at its sudden appearance, quite

clearly in the dark as to what the white fluid actually was.

Hiding a smile, he moved to rub his own fingers over the tip of his manhood.

With surprise, he noted her slight shudder and realized that she was aroused

at the sight of his own masturbation. Her own hands fell away and he

gathered some of his seed on the tip of his finger and spread it over her

parted mouth. Her lower lip trembled as he did this and almost as soon as

he moved away, her tongue darted out to lick her lips clean.

Her eyes were wide and startled and . . . heavily aroused.

Grinning to himself, he reached for her hand and together they cupped him

and watched as his own arousal leaked from the tip of his cock. Together

they milked him and he taught her how to please him.

Swift but delicate and light strokes, too fast and tight . . . and throughout,

his face was fierce with strain. His reaction to her touch was surprising.

"Why? W-Why does it do that? Leak?” she asked, her voice husky and yet

strangely piercing as she penetrated his thoughts.

He shrugged slightly but closed his eyes as pleasure shot through him. “I

don't know, Lily. I suppose there is some biological reason, but I do not

know why for definite. Does it excite you?”

She nodded, her head bobbing up and down most eagerly.

Dorian hid another smile. “I'm glad,” he whispered.

“M-May I taste you again?”

His eyes slithered open and he looked at her flushed features and her

heaving chest. Slowly, he nodded and watched as she slowly approached his

cock as though it were about to disappear. Her utter concentration was

enough to have him groaning.

When she was but an inch away, her tongue darted out to lathe him. From

the tip to the base, she touched every part of him. From the thick vein at

the underside, to the weeping slit and throughout, he moved jerkily on the

armchair. It was difficult to retain control, when so eager a woman was

supping at his manhood. And that was the correct verb. It was as though his

dick were the first meal she had eaten in months and while she was hungry,

she wanted to taste everything before she finally ate.

When her curiosity had finally been settled and Dorian's fingers were

cramped from digging into the hard, horse-hair cushions, she finally took

him in. A slight choking noise came from her throat and he realized she had

gagged on him. He made the move to lift away from her, but she glared up

at him and dug her nails into his thighs. She worked and worked until her

mouth took every single inch of his cock and Dorian felt as though he had

reached heaven. How an innocent such as she could do something he had

seen only the most experienced demi-mondaines do, was beyond him. But

he cared not, simply enjoyed the sensation of his cock being fully cushioned

by a hot, suckling mouth.

The visual combined with the physical sensations were too much and his

seed blasted from him with a force that pushed him against the support of

his chair. He'd had the wherewithal to gather his hands about her chin and

pull her away, for it was not his intention to choke her on his seed, and while

her eyes had glared up at him, brute force had been enough to move her.

He watched as she swallowed his essence and knew that had she not

satisfied him so greatly, his limp cock would already be as stiff as a pike at

the mewling sounds of pleasure she made. Her own arousal was quite

visible. Even in his tired and panting state!

Her breasts heaved from her heavy breathing. Her skin was flushed and

dewy. Her irises were on full display and the pupils like pinpricks. But finally,

as he looked down at her heated self, he noticed the wetness that had

gathered between her legs.

He wanted to do nothing more than sit there and sleep, but with a great

grunt, he heaved himself out of his armchair and walked over to the

fireplace. She watched dazedly as he moved and spread out on the floor.

Then when he patted his belly, Lily seemed to instinctively know what he

wanted. She crawled towards him as though she were in a dream and

climbed atop him as she had once before.

The sheer rightness behind her move had him freezing momentarily, so

swiftly did it come and go that Lily did not even notice! Her hands once more

were pressed against his chest and he urged her down so that she lay

directly upon him, like a human shield, their faces a few inches apart.

“Grab my cock,” he directed and watched as she leaned on an elbow and

jerked her taut belly upwards to reach in between them. His manhood was

half limp and yet, stiffer than it should have been so close to the heights

he'd just reached! But her touch stirred him more. “Coat me in your juices.”

“Juices?” she whispered breathlessly. A groan escaped her as she did as

bade and rubbed his slowly hardening member all along the length of her

quim, from the nubbin of her clitty to the entrance of her body. His cock was

drenched with her need and he believed that, more than anything, had him

hardening faster than a horse rushed out of the gate at Ascot.

“Slip me inside your quim, Lily,” he commanded gruffly as she seemed

content to ride him this way forever. She might have been enjoying it, but it

was driving him insane with the urge, the need to thrust. To feel himself

surrounded on all sides by her heat.

Her eyes had closed dreamily and he watched as they slowly opened to stare

at him blankly. Then, almost as though his words had finally penetrated her,

she sighed and slipped him along her cunny to the entrance of her body.

So wet was she that he needed only to grab her hips to hold her to him as

he jerked upwards to penetrate her fully. A long squeal escaped her throat

and he laughed boyishly at her pleasure. Keeping one hand held fast to her

hips to ensure that she remained literally glued to him, he raised the other