Her Honour For An Heir

proached me, all shambling limbs and angry venom. I put that down to his illness

balls and grand houses but she is spectacular. Those eyes are so blue, never have I met someone whose blue eyes are warm. T

dim, insipid creature. The typical Duchess, all teeth and no chin. She turned around and I found myself resorting to childish mockery. Of

e way her face lit

of her. Not the start, that was quite frankly disgusting. I felt dirty just for entertain

He had made his rules clear to me. I was to breed her. I was not to focus on her enj

ft moan can do to a soul. When she asked me to touch her, those blue eyes shimmering in the dark of the room, I felt s

d. My grand plan was to not touch her at all. Seeing as there is no possibility of forming a connection with

e made it c

long her thighs. I could see my face planted between her legs. I wanted to feel her whole body sha

it. Indeed she wanted more of it. The temptation of the greatest possible variety was laid before me. The most beau

as I pleasured myself sent me a bit dizzy. She slapped me today, she never mentioned that tonight.

slap me, I'll grab her wrist and kis

afford to bre

eeing her again. What if she wants more? How much of my will can she bend. I was strong to

ment of it all but the truth is, Edmund has me dancing through hoops too