Catherine Gayle

Of Love and Lust

ONE

Envy had never been high on Judith Lipscombe’s list of priorities. It was a rather ugly sensation, all things considered. Yet as she watched Lord and Lady Quinton from across the parlor at Quinton Abby, this blasted envy was yet again making its presence very much known in her heart-much as it did every time she was in their presence.

Her husband of four years, Piers, Viscount Lipscombe, had never looked at her the way Lord Quinton looked at Aurora on a regular basis-he even looked on her that way now, while Aurora was near to bursting with child. Piers had never looked at her like he was hungry for her, like a man dying of a thirst which only she could quench.

On the contrary, her husband most frequently looked at her as one might look at a still life painting of a fruit bowl, as something that was simply present in his life. Bored and indifferent.

Even now, Lord Quinton’s blue eyes held a devilishly randy twinkle as he talked to his wife, leading her ever-so-deviously away from their guests.

Piers, on the other hand, was far too busy at the whist table with the elderly Lord Rotheby to take notice that Judith was even in the room. She could stand up before the entire gathered crowd and dance a Scottish reel clad in only her drawers and shift, and he’d likely do nothing more than lift a brow and return to his cards.

Judith had been watching the Quintons for more than a year now, and Aurora still glowed like a blushing bride every day. She wondered what their secret was-how they kept the spark in their marriage. Granted, she and Piers had never had a spark to begin with, so perhaps there was no secret she could learn to use.

When Lady Coulter bustled over and took the seat next to her on the sofa, Judith forced a smile and nodded. It wouldn’t do to let anyone notice her mood. She took a sip from her after-dinner sherry to avoid having to fabricate something to say to Lord Quinton’s mother.

“ I tend to watch them rather frequently, myself,” Lady Coulter said. She inclined her head in the direction of the Quintons and winked at Judith. “They are so delightfully in love, aren’t they? And they still have a healthy dose of lust, as well, I should say. Which is only fitting. Any marriage needs a fair share of lust. Why, Quin looks ready to bend Aurora over a table and tup her at the first opportunity that presents itself.”

Judith choked on her sherry.

“ Oh, dear,” Lady Coulter said, patting Judith on the back. “Put your arms up. It’ll help.”

It took a few moments to get her coughing fit under control. “I’m so sorry,” Judith said once she could breathe again. Her eyes still stung with tears brought on by her surprise.

“ Not at all.” Lady Coulter leaned her head closer, dropping her voice. “I should apologize to you. I fear I shocked you with my candor. I just assumed it was obvious, so why bother beating about the bush?”

“ Indeed,” Judith murmured, trying to keep her eyes in her head where they belonged.

Lady Coulter winked at her. “I’m sure you and Lord Lipscombe know plenty about all of that though, don’t you? The younger generations all have such vigor. It’s lovely to see.”

She kept talking for several minutes, never pausing even long enough for Judith to agree with any of her observations. Thank goodness. What should she say, after all? Heavens, I wouldn’t know the first thing about any of that, since my husband rarely comes to my bed more than once or twice a month, fulfills his responsibility, and then leaves without a backward glance. Or if not that, then perhaps she could just lie.

Then again, Judith had never been very good at fibbing.

It wasn’t that she and Piers didn’t love each other-far from it, actually. Judith had been in love with her husband since she’d first met him, it seemed, and he said he loved her as well. She believed him, too. He wouldn’t tell her an untruth. Piers would never lie to a living soul for any reason. He was far too good and honorable a man for that.

There just had never been anything more than love. She had thought it normal, at least until last summer. Then she had first seen the thrilling connection between Aurora and Lord Quinton, and she had realized something was very definitely missing in her own life.

After quite some time of rambling, Lady Coulter reached over and took Judith’s hand in her own. “I’m boring you to tears, aren’t I? Augustus is always telling me I ought to go out and talk to the trees, because they’d care more what I have to say than most people would. I imagine he’s right.”

“ Not at all,” Judith stammered. “I’m just a bit preoccupied, it seems.” Preoccupied with wallowing in self pity and being envious of the woman’s son’s wife. Not something she was overly inclined to admit to at the moment.

Piers extricated himself from the whist table and made his way over to her, his stunning form outlined in the flickering glow of candlelight. “I believe I’m going to turn in for the night, dear.” The deep velvet of his voice rolled over her and settled in her core.

He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek, just as he did every night. The faintest hint of stubble grazed her skin and she shivered. His rich, brown eyes held no trace of the need so transparent in Lord Quinton’s gaze. Her heart dropped just a bit further than it already had, and she chastised herself for hoping for something that did not exist.

He smiled-his usual warm smile, nothing heated or seductive or even remotely extravagant. “Good night, my love.”

“ Oh, but I’m sure Lady Lipscombe would like you to escort her up to bed as well,” Lady Coulter said, smiling suggestively at Judith. “You young couples have better things to do than to sit with me.”

A furious blush raced to Judith’s cheeks when Piers raised an amused brow. That only seemed to encourage Lady Coulter more. The older woman nudged her with an elbow, and Judith shot to her feet like a cannon had gone off in the next room.

Piers gave her a quizzical look-one filled with something else she couldn’t quite place. Intrigue? No, perhaps it was more fascination. “I didn’t realize you would wish to retire so early. You so often keep later hours than I do.” He took her hand and placed it on his arm. “Good evening to you then, Lady Coulter.”

Judith fought to stop blushing as Piers led her through the parlor and into the grand hall. Every eye followed them. None of the other guests had retired for the evening yet. Their departure was entirely too conspicuous. Surely everyone must be thinking…must be thinking what?

That a husband and wife were off to do what husbands and wives do. That was all.

Except Judith and Piers weren’t. He would never dream of coming to her bed when they were away from their home. It just wouldn’t be proper, and Piers Lipscombe was nothing if not proper.

When they reached the grand stairwell leading up to the cloisters where their suite of rooms was located, Piers leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Lady Coulter believes I’m rushing you off to make love to you.”

The heat of his breath on her cheek left her staggering for air. Judith’s heart tripped into a new, wild beat. “Yes,” she said. She didn’t trust herself to say more.

His arm moved behind her until his hand rested on the small of her back. He slowed and then stopped at the top of the stairs. Judith turned to him, an unasked question hanging in the air between them.

His light brown hair glimmered in the light of sconces lining the walls. Piers pulled her closer to him, his large hand drawing her in to his heat. The light sandalwood scent that forever followed him wafted over her and left her reeling. “Is that what you want?” he asked. With his other hand, he lifted one of her mahogany curls from her shoulder and tucked it behind her ear. The gentle touch scorched her.

Her pulse quickened at the expression in his eyes. It was penetrating and visceral, and so very different from how he’d ever looked at her before. So very like Lord Quinton always looked at Aurora. So very like Judith had dreamed of but never thought she’d experience.

Again, she said, “Yes,” so softly she feared he couldn’t have heard it.

TWO

Piers didn’t trust his ears to have told him the truth, but his eyes confirmed it. She’d said yes. Hallelujah, there is a god. But wait-did Judith really want what he did, or did she want their normal, five-minute, impersonal bedding?

He’d been a damned brute on their wedding night, impatient to the point of hurting her far more than was necessary, and she hadn’t been able to look at him afterward. It had been nearly a week before she’d met his eyes again. Since then, Piers had taken great pains to cause her no more pain than necessary with his lustful urges, bedding her only often enough to ensure an heir, despite the long nights spent alone with only his own hand to sate his needs.

Judith was too far too precious for him to willfully harm her again.

But her fractured breathing right now, her heavy lids and open lips-if they were signs of desire and not shock, he might expire on the spot from amazement. Her tiny, pink tongue darted out to wet her lips and it was all Piers could do to remain on his feet.

Everything about her was so small, so delicate, so perfectly delectable it was utter torture for him to touch her and not take all that he wanted.

Perhaps tonight he would not have to stop himself. Even if it could only be for a moment, he reveled in the thought of sinking into her perfect, tight body again and again, of enjoying her until he was spent, of hearing her cries of ecstasy and not of pain or mortification. Would she allow him?

He needed to act. Her expression was quickly changing from one of desire to one of discomfiture before his eyes, probably because he’d not yet responded to her whispered confirmation. Judith pulled away from him and started to hurry toward their suite again.

Blast, he was a bumbling idiot. “Wait,” he called after her.

She stopped a few paces away from him, staring at her feet. Piers moved in front of her and lifted her chin, resting his hand against the rapid pounding on the side of her neck. Still, she looked away.

“ Judith?”

Once more, her tongue shot out over her smooth lower lip, and he was lost. His once bothersome erection was now raging to life, fighting against the flap of his pants for freedom. Piers gave in and buried both hands in the loose knot of her hair, pulling that luscious, heart-shaped mouth up to his.

Her clear, blue eyes shot up to him, filled with both anxiety and desire, when their lips touched. Christ, it was going to be difficult to restrain himself, but he couldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t hurt her.

Not again.

Piers tilted her head, deepening the kiss. Cautiously, he traced the joining of her lips with his tongue, delving ever closer. The sweet hint of her sherry was enough to leave him intoxicated and desperate for her. Finally, Judith parted her lips on a sigh, her body falling closer to him until her stomach was pressed against his pulsing length. He needed no further encouragement.

He moved his hands down, sliding over the intricate fastenings on the back of her gown until he reached her firm bottom. Judith inhaled sharply when he molded his hands against her curves, pressing against her and lifting her high enough they could be joined, if not for their clothing.

When he kissed down the length of her neck, heading for her breasts, she let out an almost inaudible moan and ground her hips into his, wrapping her arms around his neck to help hold her weight. Good God. Why had he thought her indifferent to his advances before? She was warm and willing now.

With each breath she took, her chest rose and fell before him, tempting him, teasing him. Piers moved a hand up to cup one of her full, round breasts. A taut nipple strained against his palm through the fine muslin of her gown.

He’d dreamed of these breasts, of taking them into his mouth and suckling them until she writhed beneath him. For four long years, the thought of them had filled his nights with tortured dreams, as he’d never done more than look down on them, springing wildly beneath him as he rutted into her from above.

He pushed her back against the closest wall for support. Then he pulled down on her cap sleeve and the top of her bodice until a flawless breast bounced free. Taking it into his mouth, he stroked over the darkened tip with his tongue and rolled it gently between his teeth.

Judith pressed her hand to the crown of his head and arched her back against him, thrusting herself even deeper into his ministrations. She tossed her head back. It landed with a thud against the wall, but she kept wriggling against him passionately. “Oh, Piers. I never knew,” she murmured. Her smooth, silken voice had taken on a husky, lover’s tone. When he nibbled a path along the side of her breast, she sucked in a ragged breath.

“ Am I interrupting something?” a booming voice drawled out behind him.

Damnation. Piers lowered his wife to her own feet and reluctantly pulled away from her as she frantically attempted to resituate her gown. Her eyes were panicked. When he turned, careful to block Judith from view, Holbrook stood at the top of the stairs, watching them intently with a lascivious gleam in his cold, black eyes.

THREE

Judith wanted to melt into the floor. She was hot enough it was almost a surprise she hadn’t already done so.

After a quick prayer of thanks that her husband was a very large man and completely blocked her from the earl’s prowling view, she went back to work, attempting to sort out the mess of her gown. Her tugging was proving useless, however. The fabric was bunched and rolled, and refused to re-cover her nakedness no matter how she yanked at it.

“ Can I help you with something?” Piers asked Lord Holbrook.

The echo of the earl’s footfalls rang out in the cavernous hall as he moved closer to them.

Desperate, Judith gave another firm tug at her bodice. The fabric ripped nearly as loudly as Holbrook’s steps. Her heart fell straight through to the parlor below them.

But then Piers reached one hand behind him and took hers in it, squeezing as he backed up just a fraction of a step.

“ I assume you have the lovely Lady Lipscombe behind you and not a young lady whose virtue must be protected,” Lord Holbrook said mockingly. “I’m in no mood to play the gallant hero this evening-not that I could offer for the chit, anyway.”

“ You’re in luck, Holbrook. No one requires your services this evening.”

“ Well, if Lady Lipscombe is in need of some other services, I could certainly offer those…” His voice trailed off, leaving nothing in doubt as to what he meant, other than how Judith’s experience had limited her imagination.

“ That,” Piers said emphatically, “is most certainly not required. Perhaps you ought to make a similar offer to your own wife. Or have you forgotten you have one? The majority of the ton surely has by now. Good evening to you, sir.”

“ Very well.” A tinge of disappointment rang thick through Holbrook’s voice. “As you were.” His footsteps headed off away from them, and Judith peeked around her husband’s frame to watch him. Just before he reached the end of the long corridor, he glanced back over his shoulder and caught her eye. Lord Holbrook turned around and bowed to her with a flourish before disappearing around the corner.

When they could no longer hear his departure, Piers turned to her again. Judith held the ripped fabric up over her chest with one hand, breathing deeply.

He stared down her, his gaze roving over her face to her chest and back again. It was a possessive look. Primitive. Needy. One so very similar to how Lord Quinton always looked at Aurora. Could it truly be?

“ I’d better get you behind closed doors before I rip the rest of your gown from your body and someone else comes upon us.”

“ Of course,” was all she could say in response. Rip her gown off? She hadn’t realized it was possible to get any hotter than she’d already been.

Piers took her free hand and pulled her along behind him, forcing her almost into a run in order to keep up with his long legs. She trembled all the while with anticipation and the slightest amount of trepidation.

At the end of the hall, he turned the opposite direction from Lord Holbrook. After a few more turns, he opened the door to their suite and drew her inside behind him, closing the door and pushing her up against it in a single movement.

Then his hands were everywhere: on her breasts, in her hair, behind her and kneading her derriere, pulling her gown up to bunch at her waist, roving over her thighs. His length pressed into her stomach, hot and hard, and as thick as ever. If the door weren’t holding her up, Judith was certain she’d be a puddle on the floor. As it was, her legs had turned to jelly and shook harder with each new sensation.

His mouth was on her again, suckling on her nipple in that glorious, wicked, sinful way he’d done before. She couldn’t stop herself from calling out and drawing closer to him, closer to his heat and strength.

He backed away for a moment and Judith nearly fell forward in her need to stay connected to him. True to his word, Piers snatched her gown from her body. The fine muslin split along the path she’d started, falling from her body in a heap of tattered remains. And he didn’t stop there, either, tearing her chemise and stays free, then making short work of her drawers. In moments, she stood before him in nothing more than her slippers and a ruby necklace.

Still, he looked at her with that hunger, that gluttonous need she’d seen there for the first time only moments before. Where had this man come from?

Piers allowed her no time to ponder his sudden change, however. He yanked at his cravat with one hand, pulling her along behind him with the other. But he didn’t lead him to her chamber. Nor, for that matter, did he take her to his chamber. Instead, he took a seat on the settee before an open window and pulled her onto his lap, straddling him.

The moon shone through, illuminating her pale skin, especially against the darkness of the room and his clothing. Taking her as-to-that-point untouched breast into his mouth, he used his thumb and forefinger to pinch the tight nub of the other. The joint pleasure-pain sent a flood of need to her center. Judith struggled with the buttons of his coat, trying to free him, but he grabbed hold of her hands and stilled her.

“ No, love. Not now.”

She whimpered, but obeyed him. After all, she’d never imagined she could feel the way she did at that moment, and Piers was the one who had created these new sensations within her.

When she dropped her hands back to her sides, he moved his over her again, stroking her everywhere. His gaze followed the path of his hands. They moved lower, holding firm against the tops of her thighs. Then he pressed gently against the insides of her thighs as he spread her legs wider. Then with one hand, he cupped her sex.

“ Good God, you’re so wet.” His voice was frayed and raspy, and he leaned forward until their foreheads met. With a single finger, Piers moved past her curls and inside her, slowly at first and then gradually increasing his pace. Adding a second finger, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her most sensitive spot, tenderly before increasing his insistence.

Piers met her eyes then. “Move with me.” His gaze left her no option to refuse.

She wouldn’t have anyway. Judith lifted her hips and then brought them back against his hand, matching his resolute pace.

“ Yes, my love.” He kissed her again, deep and fast and intoxicating. His tongue worked in tandem with his fingers, each piercing her and thrusting into her in time.

Sensations built up within her, unfamiliar and incomprehensible. She felt like she would explode if he didn’t stop soon and nearly begged him to do so-but surely she’d die if he didn’t complete whatever it was he’d started. Judith ground her hips onto his hand, urging him on.

But then, inexplicably, he pulled both his mouth and his hand away from her. “Not yet, love. Soon,” he promised when she let out an inadvertent sob. Piers lifted her from his lap and lay her over the table before him, closer to the open window.

The moon now shimmered over her almost directly overhead, illuminating her fully to his gaze. A cool, summer breeze gusted in, chilling her overheated skin and sending shivers coursing over her entire body. She lifted her hands to cover herself and pulled her legs together until he shook his head slowly.

“ Let me see you. I want to watch you come.”

Judith’s breath caught. She lowered her hands back to her sides, gripping the edges of the table so she wouldn’t be tempted to cover herself again.

Piers knelt down where her legs were hanging over the end of the table. He put light pressure on her knees, spreading her legs apart. He didn’t stop until her thighs were almost in a split, each knee hanging over the side of the table. She was exposed to his view thoroughly. Judith blushed more fiercely than she’d ever done before.

“ So beautiful,” he murmured. Then he stood. He took the end of the table in his hands and lifted it, and spun it around so the moonlight shone on her sex. “Absolute perfection.”

Judith pinched her eyes closed. It was a very good thing she’d thought to grip the table. Her mortification knew no bounds.

After he stood there, staring at her for a few moments, he knelt between her legs again. His hand returned to torment her sex, three fingers now stretching her wide, filling her as he rubbed a frenzied pace against her nub. She cried out something unintelligible, whimpering as the marvelous sensations renewed themselves within her.

“ Open your eyes, Judith,” Piers commanded. “Look at me, love.”

She forced herself to comply and met his gaze just as the first wave of tremors attacked her limbs. All sense of reason left her for she knew not how long.

By the time she regained her wits, Piers had pulled her body to the edge of the table. Her hips were lifted in the air, her legs were draped over his shoulders, and his tongue was delving deep inside where his fingers had been previously.

There was no time for her to be embarrassed about her current position. Piers demanded her focus when he used his fingers in her again, sucking her overly sensitive core into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth.

“ Oh, God,” she called out.

Piers lifted his head for just a moment, piercing her with his gaze. He chuckled. “Piers, love. Not God.” Then he dove back between her legs and blew cold air across her until she was squirming aggressively. He stabbed the crux of her need briefly with his tongue and then came up again when her hips nearly bucked her off the table. “If you don’t settle down some, I’ll drop you, sweetheart. Grab my hair and direct me where you want me.”

What? How was she supposed to know where she wanted him? Before Judith could determine what he wanted of her, Piers pried the fingers of one of her hands loose from the table and directed it to the back of his head. The other hand soon followed suit of its own accord. She laced her fingers through his hair and held on for dear life until she burst from the inside out again.

FOUR

Judith was glorious when she came, her eyes rolling back in exquisite agony, her mouth open in a silent scream. It was a sight he could never imagine tiring of. Piers watched her float back to earth after her climax as he undressed. He was so hard, so desperate to be inside her, it was a miracle he hadn’t spent himself already.

When he’d divested himself of every article, he returned to the settee and pulled his petite wife onto him, straddling him as she had earlier. Piers reached between their bodies and guided his cock inside her.

Her eyes widened. “Like this?” she asked him with an awestruck tone.

God, yes, like this. Like he’d dreamed of it at night for the last four years. Like he’d imagined it in far too many waking moments. He gritted his teeth and nodded, incapable of speech just then.

Judith braced her arms on his shoulders and lowered onto him slowly. She was so wet, so ready for him, even his girth seemed to give her no problems this time as she stretched to accommodate him. After a moment, she’d dropped all the way onto him, taking him fully inside. Piers groaned in delicious agony at the tight fit. He’d never even attempted such a thing before, sure she couldn’t possibly adjust to his size.

“ You’re all right?” he somehow managed to ask.

She didn’t answer. Not with words, at least. Instead, she began to move over him, lifting and dropping her hips in a rhythm all her own, much as she’d done earlier when he’d fingered her. With each movement, her full breasts jostled and shook. He allowed his eyes to feast on them, using his hands to steady her hips.

After a few minutes of moving at her pace, reveling in the tiny sounds she made with each bounce, Piers couldn’t handle it any longer. He tightened his hold on her hips and pressed her down hard against his cock, grinding her pelvis against his and holding her there for a long moment before rocking her back and forth over him.

Judith let out a broken moan at the pressure against her clitoris. She was close to coming for him. Her eyes had taken on that faraway look again. Piers released her hips to let her resume her ride to completion, turning his focus instead to those rock-hard, distended nipples. He took one lively breast in each hand, gently pulling and pinching at will.

The faster she rode him, the more vigorously he attended to her nipples. The more force he used, the tighter the walls of her sex gripped his cock.

In no time, she was shuddering around him. It was the most intense, exquisite torture he’d ever experienced. Then his ballocks tightened and the dam burst, and he emptied himself inside her with a shout as she slowed atop him, then came to a stop.

Judith rested her head against his shoulder as they both fought for air.

When he regained the ability to think, Piers brushed her brown curls off her forehead then lifted her off his softening cock, resettling her on his lap. “You’re all right?” he asked again. “I didn’t hurt you too badly?”

She looked up at him with those intense eyes. “Hurt me? Piers, that was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t know-”

But she broke off and looked away. A furious blush took over her features. How she could possibly turn shy on him after what they’d just shared, he’d never understand. Still, it only made him want her more. Already, he was hardening again. He’d have to resist, though. Her body certainly couldn’t take another assault like he’d just delivered her. Not so soon.

Piers reached out and turned her chin toward him, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Didn’t know what?”

Judith’s tongue darted out and wet her lips again, drawing his eye to her trembling lower lip. He steeled himself against the lust for his wife that was fighting for dominance. She didn’t need any more of his lust right now. She needed his love.

After a long moment, she took a breath. “Mother told me that bedding wouldn’t hurt too much after the first time. She said as long as I would simply lie still, you would take care of your business quickly and it would be over, and I wouldn’t have to suffer overmuch.” She studied her hands, folded neatly in her lap, refusing to look up at him. “The first time did hurt, rather a lot, and I dreaded doing anything that would cause more pain like that. So I’ve done what she told me all this time, never thinking she could have been wrong. I–I didn’t know it could be so pleasurable and lovely.”

Piers cursed himself. “Christ, love, I’m so sorry.” He’s like to have a word with her mother, too, but nothing could change the past. Damnation, he should have controlled himself better on their wedding night-should have taken the time to prepare her for their lovemaking like he had tonight.

Four years. Four years of nights spent relieving himself with his hand while imagining her body around him. Four years of trying agonizingly hard not to hurt her when he attempted to beget his heir. All of them wasted.

He tipped her chin up and kissed her tenderly. “This was good for you, then? You don’t despise me for what I’ve done?”

A ferocious blush stained her cheeks, but she met his gaze. “I’ve always loved you. I could never despise you, Piers. I just didn’t know you wanted me like that.”

Like that and so many other ways. All those nights spent tossing in his bed had allowed his imagination far too much free time to run rampant, concocting manners in which he wanted her. It had often left him with scarcely any time to sleep. He’d only trusted himself to go to her bed on those nights he wasn’t already mad with need before approaching her. Most of his nights had been spent with the door to her chamber locked so he couldn’t risk hurting her.

Judith trailed her fingertips over the contours of his chest, tracing the paths of his toned form. The gentle, tickling pressure sent blood rushing straight to his cock.

He pressed his hand over hers, stilling her movements. “If you don’t stop that, love, and soon, you’ll find yourself bent over the railing there being rutted like an animal from behind.”

Piers had meant his words as an admonishment, but Judith’s eyes widened with curiosity before darkening with passion. Good God. She was quickly becoming quite the wanton.

“ Really? From behind?” She freed her hand from his grasp and resumed her torturous teasing.

“ Don’t test me, Judith. Don’t try my patience.”

A seductive smile, the likes of which he’d never seen on her before soon covered her features. “I’d rather test your endurance.”

FIVE

In an instant, Piers had her braced against the edge of the portico, her arms stretched as far as they would go, her hands gripping tight against the railing, and her feet spread as wide as his shoulders. The smooth iron chilled her where it hit against her stomach. A cool breeze wafted over her. She shivered from the gentle gust against her overheated, sweat-drenched skin. It blew her hair back, carrying the scent of roses to combine with the musk of their lovemaking.

With one hand he bent her forward slightly so she was looking out at the rose gardens under the intense moonlight. With the other, he pulled her hips back against him. And then he was inside her again, deeper than before. Goodness, she’d never felt so stretched before in all her life.

When he moved within her, a strangled moan escaped her lips and she stretched up on her tiptoes, her fingers curling around the bars.

“ Is this good, love?” Piers held her hips in place even as he tugged gently back on her hair so she’d look at him. “Is this what you wanted?”

Judith bit her lip and could do no more than nod. She’d wanted this, without knowing it was what she wanted, for so terribly long. If this was even remotely what the relationship between Aurora and Lord Quinton was like, it was no wonder Aurora always looked like a blushing bride.

Piers put both hands on her hips, tugging her back onto him in rhythm with his thrusts. Somehow, he filled her more than ever before. Was he growing inside her? Gracious, he might split her in two before the night was over, but she’d happily suffer such a fate if she could come again as she had before.

Then he slid one hand down to that overly sensitive nub and rubbed against it intensely, then pinched it lightly. She nearly fell over from the waves of sensation crashing over her, but he held her in place. She was safe. She would always be safe with Piers.

“ Do this for me, Judith. Take your hand and touch yourself like this.”

She hesitated, but then did as he asked. When her hand reached the apex of her thighs, he moved both of his up to torment her breasts as he’d done before, squeezing and pinching, molding against them pulling her back to grind her buttocks against him. She could no longer control the animalistic tones coming from her. Half the abbey was probably awake and listening to them, but she couldn’t care in the least at the moment.

Piers buried his nose against her neck. His breathing was irregular, mixed with low sounds deep from his throat. With a final pulse, his warm surge filled her and she dropped over the edge into bliss.

When Judith awoke, the sun was streaming in through open draperies and she was wrapped in the cocoon of her husband’s arms, still naked and very well loved.

She rolled over. He was staring down at her hungrily again, wearing that same expression she’d so often seen in Lord Quinton’s eyes when he looked at Aurora. How could he want her again already? They’d made love three times in the night. But an insistent nudge against her thigh proved that he most certainly did want her again. She supposed there was no longer any reason to be envious.

Piers leaned in and kissed her, long and slow, while his hands performed decidedly devilish things to her body. Before long, that increasingly familiar wetness was pooling between her thighs. Long minutes later, by the time he rolled atop her and sunk between her thighs, she was moaning out her love for him.

Or was it lust?

Either way, it was only fitting. As Lady Coulter had said to her yesterday evening, every marriage needs a healthy dose of lust. Even those filled with love.

she was a girl, chasing after him and her older brother when they tried to leave her behind. And while it is true she once gave herself to Duncan completely, when she was only offered marriage in return (and therefore, second class status within the relationship), she told him in no uncertain terms where he could put his blasted chivalry. Now he needs an heir to prevent his ne’er-do-well cousin from one day inheriting his father’s marquessate, but having sulked over the mistakes he’s made with Jo for over a decade, he can’t imagine anyone else being suited for the job. Somehow he must convince her that a life at his side will be more worthwhile than a life of stubborn independence.

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Catherine Gayle
Of Love and Lust

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