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But Hugo’s hands snatched hers away, pinning them to the ground before pushing up her skirt and delving between her thighs. His hands latched onto her backside like vices, his nails no doubt leaving half-moon marks in her flesh, and like a beast starved, he began to feast on her.

Though he had not been exactly gentle with her before, this time he was downright brutish, groaning and growling as his tongue lashed harshly at her, then burrowed deep inside her.

Seraphina had to dig her nails into blanket, poking through its fabric and into the very earth in order to hold herself to the ground. She loved this fierceness, she realized, feeling her pleasure intensify with every thrust of his tongue. Loved when he washerbeast.

“Is this what you wanted little lamb?” He groaned, rising to his knees as he replaced his tongue with two of his fingers. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes,” Seraphina gasped, her lashes fluttering as his fingers moved with rapid aggression.

“Why?” He commanded. “Why did you want this?”

Even though she was nearly lost to her pleasure, Seraphina forced her eyes open, and pressed upward on her hands until her back left the blanket.

“Because I needed you to see that I was not afraid of you,” she panted as his fingers still worked their magic. “That I want you as youare.And we can do this. Together.”

The last word tore from her lips in a shattered cry as the last thrust of his thick, long fingers sent her release gushing through her core.

“You truly want that?” Hugo asked, his voice ragged. He gripped the back of her neck, his fingers still inside of her, and pulled her toward his lips.

“Yes,” she panted, her entire body erupting into violent shivers. “God, yes.”

He released her then, and she fell back against the blanket as she fought to find her breath. She did not have much time though, for Hugo was immediately between her legs again. She gasped and shivered, unsure if she was ready for such another intense onslaught so soon- but her sounds of shock quickly transformed into whimpers as Hugo gently,carefullybegan to lick her clean.

“Please,” she began to beg after a while, her hands urging him upward, “Let me take care of you. You have to be in pure agony. I’m ready husband. Be with me.”

Hugo did oblige to rising from between her legs, but instead of unbuttoning himself and claiming his marital rights, he brought her hand down to his aching shaft.

“Remember how you touched me last time? Just like that,” he coaxed, cupping his hand over hers.

He let out a heady groan as she did as she was told, and watched with satisfaction as his eyes grew dazed and dilated.

“Yes,” he rasped, “Just like that.Oh, that is so good little lamb.”

Seraphina whimpered, realizing just how much she loved obeying his commands- even if she was disappointed that he was not making love to her.

“You do so well for me,” he praised, releasing her hand and letting her fully take over. “Is that want you want, little lamb? You want to make me release over your pretty dress?”

“Yes,” she gasped, blushing at how much she wanted exactly that.

Hugo’s orgasm came quickly, and as his growl of pleasure erupted through their thicket, Seraphina wondered for a moment if she would come again just from feeling the way he coated her fingertips.

Curious as to how he tasted, she kept her gaze on Hugo’s as she slowly brought her coated fingers to her mouth, and slid them inside. She suckled at his salty taste, and drew one slow finger at a time into her mouth.

Something carnal erupted in Hugo’s eyes as he watched her, and before she could draw the final finger into her mouth, he groaned, gripped a handful of her hair, and kissed her deeply.

“I’m not sure if you are my death or my salvation,” he panted, breaking the kiss, “But I want you either way.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“I’ve got you, little lamb,” Hugo whispered.

He pulled his weary wife gently from her saddle. His heart skipped a beat as she let out the smallest exhausted whimper, and snuggled into his chest. His wife, his little lamb, was a wonder to behold.

Bare-chested and carrying her in his arms, Hugo walked up the step of Merrivale Hall and called for the door to be opened. His butler’s eyes grew wide at the sight of him, but the old man quickly averted his gaze and bowed as Hugo walked through.

Several servants, including Mrs. Purdy, paused as they saw him walking through the hall, curious expressions all marring their face.

“Is there a problem, Mrs. Purdy?” He demanded, meeting her eyes when she refused to look away.