Page 95 of A Brazen Governess for the Duke
He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “So are you.”
Then, as he maintained eye contact, Evander undid his breeches and let them fall to the floor. Again, Octavia’s eyes widened and her pulse somehow quickened further. Right before her face, inches away, stood Evander’s member. It was thick and long, already hard, and it throbbed as if calling her. Octavia’s mouth salivated as she imagined how it might feel…
“Octavia,” Evander said again as he looked down at her. His hand found the side of her face; his thumb stroked her chin. “I really do love you.”
“I know,” she said with a smile as her body quivered from head to toe. “Now, I think it is time that you prove it.”
Evander leaned forward and started to kiss her again. This kiss was more passionate, more ravenous, and more savage. As he kissed Octavia, he crawled forward, forcing her onto her back sothat he mounted her like a lion might its prey. The kisses moved down her neck, found her breasts, and he licked and sucked them as she moaned.
As this happened, Evander’s knees parted her legs. She allowed it, she spread her legs wide, and she braced as he pushed his chest to her, his lips once again finding her mouth.
His hands moved to her thighs. He lifted them as he kept her legs spread. She wrapped those legs around his waist, and she gasped and then moaned as she felt something pressing against her womanhood.
Her entire body trembled. She could feel how wet she was. And while she was a little scared for what was to come, she was just as excited.
“Are you ready?” he whispered into her ear.
“I am,” she said. “I have always been…”
He grinned, he kissed her on the lips again, and he thrust himself forward as he entered her.
It felt different to Evander’s fingers. It felt different on his lips. As Evander’s firm member slowly opened her wide and slid deep inside of her, Octavia caught her breath, clenched her jaw, was only too aware of the sensation that was somehow uncomfortable but also pleasurable.
Deeper he went, filling her, spreading her, completing her…
“Evander…” she moaned as she felt his hips connect. “Gentle… please…”
“Of course,” he purred as he slowly started to thrust.
Indeed, he was gentle at first. Long, slow movements. She shut her eyes tight as he moved in and out. Never rushed. Never forceful. He kissed her slowly, her ran a hand through her hair, and he kept her legs wrapped around him as he penetrated her… as he owned her.
“Harder…” Octavia moaned once she became used to the sensation, and once she started to relax.
“Are you sure –”
“Harder,” she snapped. “Harder…” Her eyes were closed. Her head was back. And she gave in completely, letting Evander have her because she was his now, tomorrow, and forever.
For once, Evander did not argue.
Already deep inside of her, he began to thrust harder and faster. Each time he did, it sent a spike of pleasure right through Octavia that she felt in her soul. And not just her soul… her entire body. She became undone as Evander’s girth stretched and pushed and penetrated her. Perhaps it was a little uncomfortable. Perhaps it hurt from time to time. But such washer trust for him, such was her love, that she wanted him inside of her. She wanted him to have her completely.
He kissed her as he took her. Her lips. Her neck. Her face. Anywhere that he could. His hands stayed on her thighs, squeezing tight so that she would surely bruise. He growled. He groaned. He bit into her neck like a wild animal.
Octavia could not say how long it took. Minutes? Hours? Was it days? Time lost all meaning. But eventually, as she knew would happen, she started to feel the fire inside of her building.
“Evander…” she breathed. “Do not stop… I am… I think… oh, yes!”
When that sensation grew and then exploded, Octavia wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him in so that he had nowhere to go. She wrapped her legs tight. She shut her eyes. And she screamed for all the world to hear.
It was a scream of pleasure. It was a scream of freedom. It was a scream of love. She wanted Evander to know that she loved him. She wanted the world to know it too. And as her body burned hot, as her world collapsed, as she writhed and spasmed and exploded, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that her message was received and accepted.
She loved this man. Finally, she was free to say it. And what made it even better, perfect in fact, was that he loved her too.
Was she still a governess, was she a street urchin, was she poor or rich, ugly or beautiful, Evander would love her all the same. For that reason, she knew now where her future might lead, what was in store, and never had it looked so good.
The End?
