Wonderfully earthy Medieval from Daniella Fonda. Lord Huge of Avranches, Earl of Chester is a powerful man. He commands vast lands on both sides of the ocean. He has been a victorious warrior and a conqueror, and he trusts very few but his own agile mind. It is time for him to wed, to seal his legacy. Yet even in this, Hugh demands complete control. For the first time in his life, he must admit his shortcomings in the act of mating a woman so well as to bind her heart and soul to him. Yet, he is not daunted, but a thinking man, and he sets forth to learn the art of seduction and women. He takes the beautiful woman Emma, as a slave, and through his command of her, he intends to learn everything about women and their passionate desires. While the commander of his guard, Lazarus, an impertinent, mystifying, and thoroughly masculine Mongolian battles wits and sexual acumen with Hugh's widow sister-in-law, Lady Bernadette. Carnal and thrilling tales of two men commanding and discovering women's deepest desires. Titillating and Sexually Explicit.
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`Silly,` Emma muttered as she untied her gown and let it drop to the
floor in a puddle about her feet. But as silly and irrational as she
might proclaim it to be, the untoward feelings and the incessant
newfound infatuation had her within its talons. Hugh’s image swam in
her mind as she slowly stripped away her undergarments to bare her
breasts and more.
Emma could clearly see in her mind’s eye, the heated mystery that had
been in Hugh’s gaze when he looked upon her. Her nipples were tight
now with the memory of that gaze. He had enjoyed looking at her, and
she had immediately felt the rise of his maleness. Emma bent to turn
down her stocking and take off her shoes. The stirring of air across
her nude buttocks and the laden weight of her breasts hanging downward
with taut nipples, felt acutely sensitive. The cove of her cupids lips
were moist, and as she rose her hands stroked over her shins, knees,
and thighs. They moved more slowly over the muff of curls atop her
throbbing cunny, but then moved upward caressing over her belly,
rising to beneath her breasts which she cupped and lifted upward. Her
head fell back trailing curls of her hair over the crease of her
buttocks, while a lilting moan curled from her throat.
She could not! She dare not! Nevertheless, her hands circled her
breasts with kneading motions, while her fingertips inched forward to
tweak the hardened tips. Her moans grew weighty with huskiness as she
stepped into the warm bath water, lowering her tingling and sensitive
flesh beneath the surface.
Hugh held the middle of his long and turgid dard in his hand. The
circumference thumped like a live beast not attached by engorging
blood and meat, but by nerve endings tweaking alive, skittering into
his balls, through his inner thighs, and up into his gut. When he had
seen Emma bending over, his cock had actually thudded between his
griping fingers with the flesh stretch tight beneath the upwardly
bowing rigidness, while the whole seemed to gain heat and bake his
finger pads.
Why he had come to secretly watch Emma, he did not examine it too
closely in his aroused thoughts? Perhaps arrogance portrayed it well
enough. She was his to do anything and all with that he wished. And
the fact that Emma was a golden goddess, secured his arrogance. He was
jolted when his first sight of her was bent over removing her stocking
and shoes. His hidden view had captured her naked ass with a stunning
peek of her florid and pink-lipped twat.
It was then that he released the control of his will upon his cod. To
cast it out into lecherous freedom. The effort not to groan in relief
caught in his Adam’s apple as he watched with dawning surprise while
Emma played the seductress. The fact waylaid him that she would
privately begin to stroke her own body in what was obviously aroused
methods.
His first inclination was that he was a lucky bastard. His second was
one of curiosity amid his simmering lust, and his third was a bit of
perplexity. Did virgins do such? Did any woman do thus, privately?
However, his concentrations were wiped away with more earthy and manly
pursuits, when he saw Emma pluck the pink buds of her nipple tips.
Then, when her head fell back in surrender, powerful emotions more
wieldy than he had felt before slammed into his chest. That moment was
as if a vision from heaven, with the waves of Emma’s gold-fire hair
kissing the creamy pink-tinted curved of her buttocks, while her hands
lifted the healthy alabaster hills of her tits upward as though giving
alms.
