He pulled away, smiled, and said, “Lady Wiltshire, you must not get me into a state that I can’t remedy at this moment.”
Esther laughed, and said, “I could say the same to you, Lord Wiltshire.”
The knowledge that she, too, was aroused was not making it any easier on Allan. He leaned into her again, this time allowing his hand to settle on her hip, and pressing his body into her, caressed her. He felt her take a deep breath, and he moved his hand up her side, settling on her breast, all while kissing her passionately. He felt her hand brush against his leg, and then slowly move up towards his fully erect member, which was throbbing and pressing hard against his trousers.
He pulled away, smiled, and said, “If your hand gets any closer, we aren’t going to make it out of this carriage.”
She laughed again, and then said, “We will need to get some time away after the wedding breakfast.”
“Oh, we will,” Allan said. “That is not negotiable.” He sat back and took some deep breaths, hoping that his erection subsided by the time they got back to the house.
Allan felt the carriage begin to move and took Esther’s hand in his. “I hope you are as happy as I am, Esther,” he said.
“I am, My Love,” she replied. She squeezed his hand and said, “I cannot wait to start our life together, just the three of us, and see where this marriage takes us.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Allan said. “Who knew that life could be so perfect?”
Epilogue
“I have been waiting for this moment for months,” Allan said.
The ceremony was over, the wedding breakfast was a smashing success, and much of the day was spent with family and friends in a seemingly endless celebration of Esther and Allan. Now, however, they were finally alone, away from the family.
Esther was nervous, of course, as she knew that the moment Allan would finally enter her could be painful. Though she had never seen him unclothed, she had seen his manhood standing tall and ready.
She was already wearing her bridal nightgown and Allan stood before her in a simple shirt and trousers. He placed his hands on the side of her arms, and slowly pulled her into him. She was trembling with anticipation, and just the thought of what was about to happen created dampness between her legs that she couldn’t believe.
He leaned forward and she felt his lips on hers. He slowly began to kiss her, and then she felt his hands moving up her arms to her shoulders, and then he cupped her head to pull her closer to him. She felt the tip of his tongue begin to caress her lips, and she met it with her own. Already she felt that she wanted to tip her hips towards him, just to feel his rod against her.
With their bodies pressed up against each other, Esther could feel his manhood getting larger and firmer by the second, and she could feel the pressure of it pushing against her, which was making her heart beat fast and her body respond by slightly shifting her hips against him, creating a sensation that she never wanted to stop.
Allan continued to kiss her passionately, and as she pushed her hips against his, she heard him moan deep in his throat, and he moved his hands down to grasp her backside, pulling her even closer to him. She could feel him push his member against her and she rocked her hips back and forth against him.
“You feel so good,” he whispered in her ear. He pulled away, to her disappointment, and lifted his shirt off over his head. “Before we go further, I have to show you. I need to know it’s all right.”
He turned his body slightly and exposed his back to her. As he had explained, there was a large scar running from the top of his shoulder, down his back, and ending at his hip. She looked from the scar to his face and looked him directly in the eyes as she gently placed her hand on it. She saw the fear that was there immediately leave, and then she leaned over and gently kissed it.
“I told you,” she said quietly. “I don’t care about your scar.”
He swallowed hard, and then roughly pulled her back into his arms, pushing his tongue into her mouth and lifting her nightgown over her head. This was the first time she had ever been fully exposed to a man, and she watched has his eyes first looked at her breasts and aching nipples, and then lowered down the rest of her body, settling on her soaking, trembling mound. It was almost like her body was screaming to be filled by him.
“Do you want to help me with this?” He asked with a smile, as he began to unbutton his trousers. She reached out and began opening the buttons. Her hand brushed up against his erection, and he moaned again.
She opened up the last button, and his fully erect manhood was now in view. Esther was shocked by the size, and she couldn’t understand how it would even come close to fitting inside of her. She wanted to touch it but waited for his direction.
“Don’t worry,” Allan said, brushing her cheek with his hand. “I will be very gentle.” He fully removed his trousers, and now nothing was stopping their bodies from becoming one. “You can touch it if you want,” Allan said with a smile. Esther slowly extended her hand and took Allan’s erection in her hand. He covered her hand with his own, and then slowly began moving his hips.
“That feels amazing,” he whispered, as he tightened his grip around her hand. She gently squeezed him, and again, he made a guttural moan that came deep from his body. She looked down at him, and couldn’t know for sure, but it felt he was even more erect now than before.
“Come here,” Allan instructed as he released her hand. He lead her to the large bed. She sat down on the edge, very aware of the throbbing feeling between her legs, which was only getting more pronounced. She also was well-aware of pulses of lust for him in her breasts.
Allan stood in front of her, his member standing tall, and it looked like it was moving slightly, even though he was standing still. He took her breasts in his hands, and gently began to run his thumbs around her aching nipples. His fingers against her first felt painful, but there was so much pleasure in that pain. She began breathing more heavily, and began to grind her hips against the bed in an attempt to relieve the intense longing to be filled that she felt.
“Lay down, Esther,” Allan whispered in her ear. She did, and he laid down next to her. She was laying on her back, and he rolled over on his side, his manhood resting on her thigh. He kissed her deeply and passionately, and she felt his hand part her legs and begin to rub her. She had never felt such pleasure in her loins like this, and when he inserted a finger inside of her, she moaned loudly, and writhed against his hand. “Yes, Allan,” she whispered, feeling out of breath. “Yes, please don’t stop.”
He continued to move his finger in and then placed his mouth around her nipple. He gently suckled, and she cried out in a fit of intense passion. “Allan! Yes!”
He removed his hand from her body, looked at her, and said, “You are more than ready.” He rolled over on top of her, and the weight of his body on hers was extremely arousing. Though he had not yet placed his erect member inside of her, she couldn’t help but slowly begin bucking her hips against him.
He spread her legs with his hands, and then she felt his hand rubbing between them again. “Please, Allan. Please give me some relief,” she begged. “I need you inside of me…now.”
Her body was on fire with passion for him, and she couldn’t stop pushing herself against him. She knew that her dampness would help him to go inside of her, and she felt as if her entire mound was soaked.
“I am going to try to go slow,” Allan whispered. “But you are making me crazy.” She felt his stiff manhood against her, and then felt him begin to enter inside of her. “Tell me if you are in pain,” he said.
“Go on,” she whispered, bracing herself for the unknown. “Please, I want it so badly. I need it now.”
Esther felt a lot of pressure, and Allan said, “Spread your legs wider.” She did as instructed and then felt a quick, stabbing pain, which made her cry out. Allan immediately paused. “Are you all right? Do you want me to stop?”
Almost as suddenly as the pain came, it was over,
and she said, “No, never,” she said breathlessly. “I’m fine. Please keep going.”
Allan pressed himself fully into her, and she felt her body accept him. He moved out a bit, and then once again, slowly pushed back in. Each time he moved inside of her she felt the pleasure continue to build throughout her body. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and gripped his buttocks, trying to ensure that he was fully inside of her with each thrust of his hips.
Esther began to breathe heavy, and then again felt him take one of her nipples into his mouth. She screamed in delight, not caring if anyone heard her. He gently bit down, and at the same time, she pulled his buttocks and rammed him into her.
This was all more than she could take, and she started moaning loudly and bucking against him in a frenzy of passion. With every motion, her feelings of ecstasy were building. She felt it in every part of her body.
“Ohhhh Esther,” Allan moaned. “It’s going to happen soon. You will feel the ultimate pleasure.” He began pushing his erection in and out of her at rapid speed, and she was writhing in pleasure as he made her body his own. “Faster, Allan…faster,” she managed to say, though she was almost unable to speak. It seemed as if every inch of her was reacting to his thrusts and her entire body was trembling with desire.
It only took a few more thrusts of him inside her, and she felt an explosion of ecstasy that she had never experienced before. She screamed out his name and her entire body began shaking in waves of pleasure. She was panting and Allan plunged into her one final time. She watched as his entire body seemed to stiffen. “Esther…” he moaned loudly, and then his body relaxed and fell on top of her.
* * *
The sun shone brightly into Allan’s eyes, as he woke up the next morning. He was aware that he was fully naked, and Esther’s gorgeous body was wrapped up in his. Their legs were intertwined, and as he looked at her sleeping, he was surprised to see a smile across her face.
She, too, was naked, and her voluminous breasts were falling out of the blankets. Allan immediately began to stiffen. He didn’t want to wake her up, so he tried to think of something else, but his thoughts were consumed with memories of the previous night. How it felt to be inside of her…how her body felt against his…and how she looked when she exploded in pleasure underneath him.
Allan was now totally erect, and he turned his head so as to not see Esther. She was too appealing to him looking like this, and he thought that if he could just control his thoughts for a moment that he could ease his erection and get out of bed without disturbing her.
Suddenly, though, he felt her hand around his member, and he turned towards her. Her hand began moving up and down while holding him, and she said, “Good morning, Lord Wiltshire. Lady Wiltshire is hungry for more.”
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An Untamed Governess for the Rogue
About the Book
He is her reason for existence. She is his ultimate risk...
After losing both her parents, Teresa Dowels' future seems uncertain. Forced to leave the house she grew up in, she finds employment as a governess at the Duke of Rowfex’s mysterious manor.
Luke Morton, second son of the Duke of Rowfex, is trying to preserve a well-hidden family secret. But life as he knows it changes the day he saves his younger sibling’s ravishing governess from rape.
However, it is only a matter of time before the attacker, a notorious criminal with an ulterior motive, strikes again...
When Luke disappears, all pieces seem to connect. With Teresa discovering the ugly truth about his family, time is against her. And only a miracle can keep them both alive...
Chapter 1
A stormy gray sky loomed overhead as the carriage trundled along the country roads, the wheels bouncing over every stone and rut. Miss Teresa Dowels clung on for dear life, her heart lurching with every jolt, splintering her already fractured nerves.
The coach had arrived earlier that morning, in the wilds of Cumbria, and was set to deliver her to her new life at the Rowfex Estate. Having never been more than a few miles out of her home town of Holmleigh Thatch, this was already proving to be a rather tremulous adventure. She longed to turn back, and retreat to the place she had known all her life, but she knew she could not. There was nothing there for her now.
I must be strong.
At two-and-twenty, it seemed foolish that she should call herself an orphan, and yet the title remained. The word echoed in her heart, hollow and painful.
This is for the best. If she had remained in Holmleigh Thatch, she would have been destined for a life of spinsterhood, isolated in the cottage she loved so dearly. Either that, or she would have become the wife of some farmer or other.
She had wanted more from life, and this opportunity was to be her way out of the banality of her former existence. She could not balk now, no matter how scared she was. The position of governess to a wealthy family was not one to turn away from, and what hope did she have to use her education, back in the little village she had come from?
She wished she might have one familiar face to look upon when she reached her new home, but that was not to be. Her dear friend, Rachel, who had been the very person to acquire this position for her, was the departing governess. Married now, with a child due very soon, she would be gone before Teresa arrived. She had decided to move back to Cumbria, to be with her family, while her husband was away in France, fighting in the war. Teresa could not blame her. Family was so very important.
She swallowed her nerves as the carriage continued to bounce along the road, sending a sharp pain through her spine as they hit a particularly brutal rut.
The first spots of rain began to spit against the windows of the coach as Teresa tried to settle. Alone in the carriage, she wished she might have had some company, to keep her calm. It was unusual to travel alone, but her future employer had sent the carriage without a chaperone to accompany her, so she supposed it was acceptable, this once.
They had been traveling for hours already, and she did not know when she might reach the distant horizon of her new life. It only gave her mind free rein to wander as it pleased, conjuring up a thousand fears.
What if they do not care for me? What if they send me away?
That was infinitely more worrying than leaving her village, for she would have to return in shame and disappointment. I will not give them such an opportunity. I will prove myself and make myself invaluable to the family. She knew very little of the Rowfex family, but Rachel had informed her, via correspondence, that they were well-respected amongst the upper echelons of society.
Once she reached the estate, she would be responsible for the three youngest children. There were six of them, in total, by all accounts, but the eldest three were of an age where they no longer required the attention of a governess. Three children is a manageable number.
She had assisted in the village school on several occasions, and taught from her own home, and those young ones had been much less well-behaved than the Rowfex children were likely to be.
All will be well. All will be well. She repeated the mantra until she started to believe it.
Suddenly, thunder growled in the distance, sending a shiver of terror through her body. She counted quietly, to try and sense how far away the ensuing lightning would be. Her slender hands trembled on the squabs, her sweet voice humming softly to try and stay her anxiety. She turned her gaze out towards the countryside beyond, the autumn sun beginning its descent into night. It would soon be dark, and she did not know what terrors the gloom might bring, in this strang
e new world.
With every roar of thunder, she jumped violently. Being the only coach upon the road, and the only carriage she had seen in a long while, she felt woefully exposed. And, with the driver sitting upon his box, she could not even look to him for comfort. Never had she felt more alone.
A few minutes later, lightning split the atmosphere, sparking through the bruised clouds and shivering down to the ground in a crackling fork. She reeled back from the window, pressing herself up against the backboard, wanting to hide from the blinding light. Nature’s destructive impulse in all its terrifying glory. She hoped the carriage would be able to outrun it, especially in their vulnerable position upon the open road.
Trees swayed in the near distance as the wind whipped up, howling past the windows, a draught creeping in through the narrow gaps in the door and window.
Let the lightning strike those boughs instead. Please, I beg of you.
She did not know whom she was praying to, though she hoped that the Lord above might be listening to her pleas.
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