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And stare deep into his eyes as he cums. It feels like falling. It feels like seeing his soul. It feels like a privilege and a gift.

I release him and move back a little. I’m on my knees, but this doesn’t feel like kneeling. It feels as if all the power is mine.

I look down at his belly. Oh. I should have held a cloth over him at the end to catch the mess.

He doesn’t seem to mind.

His heated eyes drop to my groin. “Pleasure yourself… please.”

Oh. I am very hard.

I lick my lips. I lift up my nightgown because sod trying to figure out laces.

My hand is still oily, so there is no need to delay.

I touch my own cock and shiver. The thrill of the forbidden is deeply alluring.

I stroke. Selwyn’s eyes light up. His attention feels like a caress.

My hand flies, up and down, up and down. Until I cum with a pained-sounding whimper, in a shockingly short amount of time. Although I have little reference as to what is normal.

Selwyn stares at me with a look of awe. As if that was the best thing he has ever seen.

I stare back at him and pant while my head spins. Did that really just happen? Did I truly just do that? When the hell did I become so depraved?

And why does it feel so damn good?

I blink as he suddenly moves. He rolls off the bed and strides out of the room, his undone robe flapping around him. I stare at the door.

I don’t blame him for leaving. That was strangely intense. Overwhelming for both of us.

I heave in another breath. I’m feeling strangely good. Maybe it is simply the post-orgasm endorphins coursing through me, but right now I feel hopeful for the future.

If I can not freak out about the sex stuff, and even actually enjoy it, then that is a strong foundation.

So I think maybe, just maybe, we can fix things and make this marriage work.

Chapter thirteen

This light in Selwyn’s library is excellent, and this window seat is super comfy. I have found my new favourite spot. I could happily spend hours here drawing. As I have done so for most of today.

Hopefully, I can get a few more sketches in before the light fades. It is going to be sunset soon.

“You have some skill,” Selwyn’s deep voice rumbles behind me. Appearing out of nowhere.

I jump, and my pencil snaps in two. I catch the broken piece before it falls.

“Oh no!” I gasp.

“The drawing can be fixed, yes?” Selwyn asks.

I glance down at my sketchbook. There is a dark squiggle that can probably be erased.

“Yes,” I sigh sadly. “But this was my last pencil.”

I wonder if it could be taped together?

Selwyn steps closer, and I automatically look up at him. He has a strange look on his face.