He pushed her close to her edge, but he did not want the night to end. He never wanted them to cease. Albert sat back, watching as her vision cleared and a question entered her eyes.
"What are you doing?" she queried, a seductive smile on her lips.
"Tell me if you enjoy this, my darling." He ran one finger over her mons, circling the little nubbin he had taunted relentlessly with his tongue. He pushed a finger into her heat, and pleasure flooded her features. Her body swaying to gain more satisfaction from his touch.
"I love that, Albert."
He teased her in that way for several minutes, sometimes dipping his head and lathing her flesh with his tongue. She slipped an arm over her mouth to stop her cries from becoming too loud.
Albert did not care who caught them at this stage. If her family discovered them, she would be his. Selfish as that may be, he wanted her above anything else. Even perhaps her own wishes.
"Albert, I'm going to come," she mewled, working herself against his hand.
He stopped, throwing her a devilish grin when she cursed him to Hades.
"What are you doing? Please, do not stop. Do not tease me so," she begged.
He came over her, kissing her neck, licking the delicate skin beneath her ear, electing a shiver through her. "Do you want to try another position in the book? I have one in mind if you're willing."
Her eyes met his, curious. "Which one?"
In a flash, he wrenched back, flipping her over onto her front. "Lift yourself up on your knees. Hold on to the chair and arch your back."
She did as he asked, no doubt remembering the position he mentioned. "Will this be enjoyable, do you think?"
He slipped her gown up over her ass, taking his time to admire her round bottom, her aching cunny that tempted him. "Oh, I think it will be," he said, coming up over her from behind, guiding himself into her wet heat.
Albert swallowed hard. Hell, this way was good, perhaps better than he expected. Certainly, he was deeper inside of her, and yet she still clasped him tight, milked him toward a climax.
She pushed back against him and took her pleasure as he gained his. He reached around, teasing her cunny, flicking the little bead between her legs, wanting her to shatter in his arms.
He thrusted hard, taking delight in watching his cock go in and out. He squeezed her ass, fighting the urge to spill his seed into her. She moaned into a cushion, his name a chant as they fucked. This was no lovemaking at all. They were taking what they wanted, giving each other what they both needed.
Victoria cried out his name. Her mewls of pleasure muffled in the cushions before her face. Her body convulsed, the muscles about his cock spasming and drawing him ever closer to join her in her release.
But he could not. He took her for as long as he could, pumping hard and continuous, giving her what she wanted, letting her ride out her climax on his cock. At the last minute, he pulled free, spilling his seed onto her back and ass. A messy business, but if Victoria did not want children, something she would need to accept should she ever lay with another again.
For a moment, they stayed as they were, both lost in their ecstasy, before Albert slumped back on the settee, helping Victoria right her dress and sit beside him.
Their breathing ragged, he could only imagine what he looked like. Victoria had lost several pins, her hair cascading about her shoulders. Her cheeks kissed with high color, and her lips swollen from his touch.
He met her gaze, the hunted look in her eyes robbing him of hope. He understood what it meant. A goodbye. A farewell between friends and lovers. Tears pooled in her eyes and he pulled her against him, holding her close. “I shall live in hope that one day your heart will heal, and you will come back to me, Victoria.”
He felt her nod against his chest and the small sniffle of her upset. “I shall miss you, too,” she said, and then she was gone, walking from the room and out of his life.
He could only hope that it was not for forever.
Chapter 36
They had been home at Dunsleigh for a week when her sister requested Victoria come and see her. Alice had been a little put out that Victoria had lied to return home, but the good sister she was had allowed her ruse to stand. Victoria had her horse saddled and started over to Kester House, trying to build up enough courage to speak to Alice over what had happened between her and Albert.
Since her return to Dunsleigh, her ideas on the future had been troubling and confusing, to say the least. One pertinent reason for her troubles was the vexing fact that she missed Albert terribly so and more than she thought she would.
The other evening while strolling the house late at night after not being able to sleep, she had walked to the library and cried into a tumbler of whiskey—the memories, the fun, and pleasure that she had found in Albert's arms too hard to bear.
If she did not get a hold of herself soon, she would start to think she had a drinking problem.
Lady Victoria Worthingham was no watering pot, so there was something seriously off in her life. She called after Pickle and Cabbage, her two wolfhounds accompanying her on her ride today. They trotted beside her, eager for their run and a friendly pat from Alice.
Kester House wasn't far from Dunsleigh, and the sight of the estate, nestled in a wooded valley, always brought a smile to her face. It was such a stunning home, and Callum
