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  “Do not move, my sensuous little kitten. You were restless . . . let me ease you.”

  Gabriella could only mutter dreamily, not surprised at all in her sluggish drowsiness to hear Drummond’s voice or to feel the length of his warm body so close to hers. She wriggled her toes and stretched sinuously on her stomach, languidly feeling the tempting outline of steamy male lips nibbling on her bare shoulder. Drummond’s roomy hand sifted through her hair, lifting its weight off her nape as his provocative mouth followed, tracing her sensitive skin. The contour of solid masculine lips caressing her flesh brought an awakening shiver of desire, deep inside her, until she prayed that the exquisite sensations would never end.

  “You taste warm and salty,” Drummond murmured through a lingering kiss of his lips that made Gabriella wish to cuddle back against him so that he would never stop. “At times my tongue catches the flavor of flowers and a succulent hint of orange . . . hm, I could feast on you,” Drummond whispered.

  “Oh-mm,” Gabriella purred with a sensuous misty feeling as she curled her naked back, encouraging Drummond further in this dreamy midnight fantasy of hers. “It feels so wondrous,” she hummed.

  “I am enchanted, madame.” One of Drummond’s spacious hands slipped around her shoulder to grasp the column of her throat lightly, while his other fingers tickled nimbly from her knee to her inner thigh. During the entire time his inquisitive mouth rained humid kisses down to the very small of her back. “Spread your knees apart for me, precious lover,” Drummond commanded in a husky murmur.

  She should not.

  She wanted to.

  She . . . did.

  “Ah, that’s it, my luscious kitten. Splay them wide, just for me.” Drummond’s hand roamed erotically across the opening crack of her bottom, dipping hotly into the crevice and stroking all the way to the exposed lips of her sex.

  “Drummond,” Gabriella panted, breathless, feeling his muscular forearm wedge firm into the separated crease of her buttocks as his fingers slipped into the folds of her sex. Propelling her hips off the bed and pushing her bottom in the air as her hands frantically clutched the pillows above her head. The blunt end of Drummond’s finger stroked deeply and her behind arched more, anchored by his unyielding forearm as she moaned with vibrancy. His wet tongue began to swirl at the very top crease of her bottom presented to him so wantonly. His tongue dipped lightly, causing her to quake as his finger embedded deeper into her loins, abrading her roughly, causing her to feel prickling and intense jolts of pleasure.

  “Confess you crave this, madame,” Drummond demanded huskily. “Tell me that you love me to rub your clit like this.”

  Abruptly, the addicting motion of his fingers stopped and she whimpered in loss, trying brazenly to move her body over his still fingers, deep in the pillows of her sex. He chuckled in a soft tenor rumble.

  “You are passionate, Gabriella. Passionate beyond my hopes.” Drummond’s strong teeth nipped lightly into the tender flesh of her buttock as his hand, still clasping her throat tightened . . . imprisoning her to his will. “Tell me that you want me to rub your clit, kitten. Say the words.”

  “Drummond,” she mewled, begging him shamelessly.

  Drummond’s teeth caught and held tighter in the flesh of her behind as he commanded, “Say it.”

  He tightened his jaw, making her quiver at the slight stinging pain as she gasped, “Rub my clit . . . please!”

  Drummond’s jaw loosened and he kissed the stinging away, as he murmured, “Always and only you.” Then, his fingers moved over the sensitive peak of flesh that she now understood cradled the will of her passions. She was brazen . . . wanton . . . she was his. He teased her unmercifully with his naughty fingers, making her ride up on her hands and knees to keep his stroking fingers seated where she craved them to be . . . hungered for them to be. To her delight, he nibbled and licked her bottom shamelessly as he played a game with his fingertips, stroking ahead or behind of the place she most hungered for him to rub. She humped her body forward or back, trying to catch his roaming fingers to the spot of her pulsating clit.

  “Oh, Drummond,” she mewled in heightened frustration at what proved to be too elusive to her gyrating attempts.

  “You heat my blood, kitten,” Drummond murmured. “Spread out this way, on your knees with your thighs open completely for my pleasure.” He stroked her slick woman’s lips with one finger, as he whispered, “You are mine now, Gabriella.”

  “Please,” Gabriella begged. “Please, Drummond!”

  “Ah, sweet, if you want me to bring you to release, you must obey.”

  “Anything!” she cried passionately.

  “Then, I would taste my dessert now . . . with my tongue,” Drummond answered in a thrilling husky rumble.

  Drummond released Gabriella, rolling onto his back, feeling the excitement grip him in a way that he had never experienced before. Gabriella was his, every passionate and lovely inch of her was his, and each new intimacy he tempted would only bind her to him more profoundly. He reached over and clasped the tender, pliable meat of Gabriella’s pale hips as he bodily lifted her over his chest.

  “Drummond!”

  “Clasp your hands high onto the bedpost, madame, and do not let go,” he ordered in a passion rife voice.

  Gabriella’s pale body was flushed pink with arousal, carnal to his senses as she rose over him, clasping her small hands to the bedpost. The high position of her arms raised her large breasts into moonlight balls of creamy flesh, making his fingers curl in the buoyant sustenance of her hips to keep from grabbing those luscious melons into his hands.

  “Crawl on your knees, up over my shoulders, Gabriella,” he expelled with a husky-rough voice.

  “Oh God,” she whispered.

  “Do it,” he demanded, dragging her hips forward and making her knees crawl where he bid them, until he had her humid pussy inches from his mouth. “You are my first, Gabriella,” Drummond uttered hoarsely as he pulled her downward, spreading her knees over his biceps and into the crook of his elbows. His mouth brushed the chocolate-colored curls covering her lush pussy as his tongue darted forward to taste dripping fire.

  “Oh, God, my amour!” Gabriella cried out passionately above him, tilting her pelvis forward in admission of her desires as he tasted the taste of tangy, piquant woman for his first time. By god, it was carnal beyond belief and he adored it. He loved the intimacy, adored the way it made him feel as though he were branding Gabriella as his for all time.

  Once the first flush of newness was expended, Drummond used his tongue industriously, exploring every inch of Gabriella’s pussy with the flat of his tongue. The flesh there was so incredibly fragile that he was in awe of its femininity and Gabriella’s passion was overriding her natural modesty, turning her into an enthusiastic partner. A demanding one actually.

  Drummond held back his murmur of delight over his now equal partner. Gabriella obviously wanted him to suckle the bulb of her clit and employed energetic body movements to try to divert his tongue and mouth completely to her cause. However, he held her firmly by her soft rump, guiding her where he wished to go, which at the moment, was an astonishingly lustful thrust of his tongue into the tight sheath of her vagina.

  “God,” he moaned through a mouthful of heavenly female flesh, just as Gabriella cried out deliriously with the prod of his tongue. They both seemed to enjoy this so much, he decided to expend some energy on it and soon had her bouncing up and down in a licentious fucking position, over his stiffen tongue.

  “Oh, g-o-d Drummond!”

  It was then, Drummond felt the first shivers of Gabriella’s convulsion deep in his throat. She was very close to the edge and he stopped mating her with his tongue and closed his mouth rigorously around the pearl of her clit, sucking hard. Gabriella screamed amorously above him, while clutching his head with both hands as she rode his face and he felt the spasms of her orgasm rippling through her. They washed over him, incredible and intimate, with her innermost thighs se
nding quakes through his cheekbones, her swollen clit pulsing in a strobe against his tongue, and her labia lips quivering over his mouth.

  “Oh, Drummond-Drummond!” she panted, finally coming to stillness above him and he thought perhaps he ought to catch her before she swooned. However, he took one small moment to kiss his passion pearl, which had been bouncing off his chin upward into the rosy-kissed lips of Gabriella’s succulent pussy. Finished, Drummond murmured, “I shall not be jealous of you again, my little pearl.” And then, he swooped upward to catch Gabriella as she fell languidly and sated into his arms.

  “Oh mercy, Drummond,” Gabriella whispered faintly as Drummond caught her in the circle of his arms.

  They were wrong! Gabriella realized how many years she had denied her passion because of a husband too stodgy and cruel to share. Or by a society bent on telling her that if she desired . . . yearned with her body, she was sinful, wanton, and a corrupt woman. All of them were so horribly wrong. How could anything that was so beautiful, so loving, be anything but blessed?

  Drummond took her hand and placed it with her palm down on his chest and she felt the mist of sweat clinging to his hot skin, as he murmured, “Touch me, Gabriella. Put your hands on me.”

  And she did gladly. Opening her eyes to be held prisoner by the power of his smoldering gaze. There was deep carnal passion reflected in his gray eyes, raw and lustful, barely contained by his iron will. Yet there were also tenderness and yearning, with the barest hint of vulnerability.

  “Drummond, show me,” Gabriella whispered, and Drummond took her hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock where the heated flesh sagged a little, but began to swell instantly with her touch. His beautiful organ lifted higher, stiffened more, stretching her fingers with its throbbing mass.

  “Ah, sweetheart, I have never been so hard . . . so engorged,” he murmured huskily into her ear, making her quiver with renewed passion.

  He lifted his hips then, drawing his powerful cock of masculine meat and steel through her circled fingers, until her first finger and thumb brushed the velvet head. Then, he thrust his hips forward, until her hand plunged to the base, while his gaze held hers intensely. He was allowing her to see each flare of pleasure that crossed his handsome features, making her aware that it was she who controlled his passion now.

  “Hold my cock tightly, kitten, as though you will never let me go,” he commanded huskily.

  Instantly, Gabriella tightened her hand around his hot, swelling organ with a murmur.

  “Yes,” Drummond hissed through his teeth, lifting his head for the first time from her gaze. Baring his muscular throat to her sight as he swung his hips backward, then thrust them forward again. It was the mating rhythm and Gabriella learned from Drummond’s movements how to please him. This was so much more physically intimate than if he had entered her, for she could feel the exciting textures. Feel the passion and swell of him on the surface of her hand. Touch the power and strength trying to break her hold and feel the heartbeat deep inside him.

  Drummond shifted then, to lie on his back, allowing the momentum of her hands to take control as his hands wandered warmly over her bottom. Then, rousingly, he used one lean finger to enter her in an abraded thrust, copying the rhythm she beat on the column of his cock.

  “You like this,” he rasped in a barely contained groan with his hips coming off the mattress as his other hand found the throbbing heat of her clit, making her go wild.

  Gabriella’s mind was a rosy haze of straining carnal lust inspired by what Drummond’s wicked fingers were doing to her body. So when he commanded her hoarsely to watch him spill his seed for her, she had only one erotic thought that would satisfy her. Gabriella leaned forward, until her breasts plumped in the cradle of Drummond’s hips and she brazenly filled her wet mouth with the crowned head of his cock.

  “Oh God, Gabriella,” Drummond expelled in a drawn out groaning as his entire body shuddered, and he hissed, “I’m going to-t— come— I can’t stop.”

  Gabriella suckled Drummond harder! Pumping her hand and feeling the incredible warm strength of him in her mouth as she experienced a great expectation building all around them, like a storm of magnificent proportions was about to crash down on them. She had no idea of what to expect, but what happened was so thrilling and sexy, that she climaxed herself in a furious quiver over Drummond’s fingers, just as his hot creamy juices spread into her mouth.

  “Jesus,” Drummond expelled in a clipped off roaring, as she felt his cock drawing in, and then flexing outward in long rippling motions. And — she swallowed, while her thighs quaked around Drummond’s forearm in lingering, bliss-filled eruptions of pleasure.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The next morning, Gabriella came slowly awake to the heady fragrance of orchids. In her sleepy state she thought perhaps she was dreaming of a warm tropical island with beautiful orchids surrounding her. However, when she opened her eyes slowly to reality, she found her naked body sprinkled with the flowering blossoms of pure white orchids. There was one snowy orchid blossom adorning her womanhood and another tucked behind her ear. Lily-white orchids nuzzled the valley of her breasts down to her navel and she could feel more of the tender blossoms tickling the bottoms of her toes.

  “Drummond,” she murmured in awed delight as she rose to a sitting position on the bed with snow colored orchids floating around her, kissing her flesh with velvet petals as they fell to snuggle around her like a satin blanket.

  “Oh my,” she whispered, so touched that her voice was small as she spread her fingertips out to tickle the delicate petals, while her gaze assured her that she was quite alone in the room. Drummond was gone.

  “And, he has left me the most beautiful present,” Gabriella sighed, allowing the feelings of cherishment and splendor to wash over her. It was sensual pampering at its most intimate and Drummond was an expert in the craft. He had taken what could have been a difficult moment for her, awakening to the harsh light of day. After such exotic intimacies of the night and he had found a way to soothe her natural shyness over such new activities. It was then that she found the note buried in the orchids and she picked it up to read aloud.

  “My love, you cannot know how deeply I enjoyed flowering your exquisite body with my orchids. Each touch of the petals on my fingertips reminded me of your tender flesh. I shall ever after regard your secret place that sings to my tongue as my orchid.”

  “Oh my,” Gabriella breathed, fanning her face before she continued.

  “I have taken the liberty of choosing your wardrobe this morning. It is my fondest wish that you enjoy all that I have purchased for you. My personal attention throbs in anticipation of viewing you in my selections. With this in mind, I respectfully request that you join me for a light repast after your morning toilet. Further, I inform you that the gentlemen, Archangels have requested our presence at an impromptu racing event. It appears Lord Radford and Lord Brynmore are endeavoring to decide which breed of stallion is superior. I may mention that the gentlemen, Archangels are with us through the weekend.”

  Gabriella folded the letter carefully. Actually, she considered it was a study in nonchalance—right before she giggled and bounced off the bed exclaiming, “Carpe diem,” as she went excitedly in search of Drummond’s presents. When she entered the dressing room, she saw the dress immediately where it was laid out across the chaise lounge, and where she ended on her knees before it.

  The dress was black velvet and it displayed the relief of a stand-up, white-lace collar that ended near where her collarbone would be, to then fall into a daring diamond-shaped bodice. Gabriella could see that the black velvet bodice would cling dramatically to the inner slopes of her breasts. Also resting on top of the dress were two red satin jewelry boxes, in which she found a teardrop diamond necklace in a length that would nestle her cleavage and a finely wrought diamond anklet.

  All of the gifts spoke of heady sensuality and Gabriella shivered in anticipation of wearing it all for Drummon
d. Only he would know that she wore no underclothing, only he would know that his diamonds circled her ankle, and only he would know that his passion pearl abraded her intimately with each movement. It was all of it, every bit of it, akin to a never before realized dream come alive and now that she knew the reality of the dream, she would have wished for it her entire life.

  “I did wish for it,” she murmured, spreading her fingers over the black velvet material. “Only, I never realized just how much I missed by the betrayal.”

  That was what she always called it in her mind, ‘the betrayal,’ her father’s and her husband’s. However, it had been so many years ago, and she had tried so hard to forget . . . and forgive, even believing that she had done so, until now, faced with all that she might have had in her life, but lost all those years ago.

  “But, I must not think of that now,” she exclaimed as she stood and went to the armoire to throw open its doors. There she found the inner closet filled with new dresses, shoes, cloaks, and a chocolate colored mink wrap that fell to the tops of her toes when she wrapped it around herself.

  “Carpe diem,” Gabriella whispered. “I must think only of my joy for the moment and not dwell in the past. The past is gone and I shall find another secret to give Drummond, because he cares for me after all these years. Even without knowing the truth about what really happened to our love so long ago.”

  It was best. She need not redeem herself in Drummond’s eyes. He cared for the woman she was now with as much passion as he had in their youth. Perhaps in years to come, if they found their comfort together as she knew they must, she would tell him then of her secret . . . of the betrayal. Then, they could laugh together about all they did have and find relief that the betrayal had not doomed them forever.

  Gabriella nibbled her bottom lip in concentration and spoke hesitantly aloud, her conviction. “I will gladly be Drummond’s mistress.” Then, she twirled in a pirouette with the mink flaring about her ankles, as she exclaimed again more firmly. “I will seize my joy no matter what the circumstances!”