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The sounds of lovemaking across the
room pushed her farther than she’d ever thought she’d go. Trent
held Charlotte’s hair back as he fucked her mouth, and she took
every inch, all the way to the back of her throat. “That’s it. Take
it all,” he said softly. Charlotte gagged and he pulled back a
moment, but then he pushed his way forward. Charlotte’s hand at the
base of his cock kept him from gagging her again. “That’s right.
Suck my cock, Charlotte,” he growled. He rose onto his tiptoes, his
hips flexing as he pushed in and out of her mouth. Suddenly, he
stopped moving. “Pull back, Charlotte.”

Charlotte muttered against his cock
and pulled him in deeper. She sucked harder, and began to stroke
her hand and down his cock in rhythm with her sucks at the head of
his manhood.

“Stop, Char, or I’ll come in your
mouth.”

Charlotte nodded frantically, her hand
still pumping up and down his steely length, and her tongue working
frantically as she sucked him to completion. She could do this. She
could please him. She could make him come in her mouth. She could
make him happy.

“Stop, Charlotte,” he begged. But his
hips continued to press his cock in and out of her mouth. He didn’t
stop. “I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned, rising up on
his tiptoes again.

She nodded and swallowed the spit in
her mouth, unconsciously preparing herself for the tumult to come.
He groaned as his seed flooded her mouth, and she swallowed the
salty fluid as quickly as she could as he pulsed inside the hot
cavern of her mouth. His cock grew longer and even firmer in her
grip as he erupted. She continued to suck at him, her hand
shuttling up and down his cock until he stopped rocking forward, he
stopped pressing against her lips. Charlotte swallowed one last
time and let him pop free of her mouth.

“Oh, my God,” Trent swore as he pulled
her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her.

In the clearing, Sam surged into
Gretchen one final time and came inside her, riding her until he
was spent. She cried out, “No more, Sam. I can’t take anymore.” He
slowed his thrusts and pulled his swollen member slowly from her
depths. He collapsed onto the settee and pulled her across his
lap.

“I want to try that,” Charlotte
whispered into Trent’s ear.

He took her face in his hands and
kissed her softly, then wiped at the edge of her mouth where some
of his seed had spilled. She turned her head and licked it from the
side of his thumb, which made him toss his head back and laugh.
“When I finally get to fuck you, there will not be an
audience.”

“When do you think that might be?” she
asked, feeing particularly precocious there, safe in his
arms.

“Soon.” That was all he said. Just
soon.

Very soon if Charlotte had any say in
the matter. A purple butterfly landed on her naked shoulder as
Trent pressed his lips to the other. Very soon.

Her Gift – The
Wedding

By Laurel
Bennett

“If you pace by that window one more
time, Randallshire, I’ll be forced to put you out of your misery,”
the Duke of Charburton intoned from across the room, where he did a
superb job of looking absolutely bored with the whole situation.
Here Trent was going out of his mind with worry, and the duke and
duchess could do nothing but smirk at him. They were taking great
pleasure in the fact that he’d been laid low by a mere slip of a
woman. One who held his heart and soul in her hands. One he wanted
to bed more than he wanted his next breath. But he wanted to marry
her more than he wanted to do that.

The duchess laid her hand on her
husband’s arm and said softly, “Don’t tease him so, Charles. He’s
obviously upset.”

Upset didn’t begin to describe what he
was feeling. “What if she says no?” he finally asked. The question
had been rolling over and over in his mind for days. “What if she
doesn’t want to marry me?”

“Well, I can’t think of any reason why
a sane woman would decide to do so…” the duke said. His duchess
punched him in the arm.

“Easy, darling, or I’ll have to turn
you over my knee,” the duke growled at his wife.

“Promises, promises,” she purred back
at him, her fingertip trailing down his arm.

“Will you two knock it off? You’re
making me want to cast up my accounts.”

They looked mildly amused. The duchess
jumped to her feet and walked across the room to face him. She took
Trent’s shoulders in her hands and made Trent look up. “What are
you afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Then go and ask the lady, already.”
This time, she punched Trent’s arm. “What are you waiting
for?”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to tell
her about my relationship with her husband.”

Mary winced. “Tough luck,
there.”

“What I don’t know is how much I
should tell her. She may hate me if I tell her
everything.”

“And you’ll hate yourself more if you
don’t tell her enough.” Charles motioned to his wife. “Come along
darling. We’ll let him stew in his own misery.”

“Do you want me to go and talk with
her?” Mary cocked her head at Trent.

“What would you say to
her?”

“I could tell her I want to seduce
her.” She grinned unrepentantly.

“You’ve done that before.”

“And thoroughly enjoyed
it.”

“This isn’t amusing,” Trent
grumbled.

“When will you see her again?” Charles
asked.

Trent shrugged. He wasn’t certain.
“She went home for a bit this morning. I didn’t expect her to
leave. And I’m not certain what she’s doing.” He gnawed on his
thumbnail until Mary pulled his hand from his mouth.

“Stop that. You have yourself in a fit
of the vapors over nothing.”

“It’s not
nothing
.” He wanted to
marry the lady. He wanted to see her grow fat with his child. He
wanted to wake up in bed with her every morning, and go to sleep
with her tucked beneath his arm every night. He wanted a life with
her.

“Just bed the chit and be done with
it,” Charles said drolly. “It’s quite obvious she wants you. And
after the way you said she sucked your cock in the butterfly house,
you’re a sure thing.”

“I want to marry as much as I want to
bed her.”

“See? Inner turmoil is what you get
when you try to be a gentleman. You should join the ranks of those
of us who just don’t care and you’d be a much happier
man.”

“You are such a liar.” Trent couldn’t
keep the corners of his lips from tipping up in a grin.

“I’m still willing to go and talk with
her,” Mary said.

Trent heaved a sigh. “No. I’ll talk
with her myself.”

As Mary and Charles let the butler
lead them to the front door, he sat down to write a
missive.

Dearest
Charlotte,

Will you come to me
tonight?

I will fetch you after
supper.

Fondly,

Trent

Trent called for the butler and sent
his note off to Charlotte. He would tell her everything she needed
to know. Then he would wait for her to slam the door on all his
dreams for the future. A future with her by his side.

***

Mary stood in wait inside the front
door as the butler bustled back in their direction. “Your Grace,”
the man said. “Was there something else you needed?”

“Yes,” Mary said as she plucked the
note from this grasp. As he protested, she stepped up on tiptoe and
pressed her lips to his weathered old cheek. The man’s cheek’s
reddened. “Thank you,” she said softly.

“Yes, Your Grace,” he replied with a
hint of a smile. “Go and get her, will you?” he asked.

“Never doubt it,” Mary said as she
tapped his chest with the missive. “I always get what I
want.”

He gave her a look that said he didn’t
doubt it one bit.

“I hope you want them to
marry.”

She winked and turned on her heel, and
climbed into her waiting carriage. “I’ll drop you off at home,
Charles,” Mary said. “I have an errand to run.”

He just smiled and shook his
head.

***

Charlotte looked up from her writing
desk when her maid entered. “My lady, you have a visitor.” The maid
looked a little put out. “It’s the Duchess of Charburton.” She held
out a gilded card on a silver salver.

Of course the staff would be all
atwitter at the idea of a duchess visiting their home. “Show her
in, please, and bring some tea and sandwiches?”

The maid dipped into a quick curtsy
just before Mary bustled into the room all on her own. “I hope you
don’t mind me showing myself inside.”

Charlotte laughed. “Would it matter if
I did?” She motioned toward the settee. “Do have a
seat.”

Mary perched her bottom on the edge of
the seat and began to tug off her gloves. When she was done, she
asked bluntly, “What are your intentions with Trent?”

Charlotte had never been more
surprised. She laid a hand on her chest to stop the frantic
thudding of her heart. “I’m not certain what you mean.”

“You plan to bed him.”

Heat crept up Charlotte’s cheeks.
“Yes, that was the idea of it.”

“Do you plan for more?” She laid her
gloves delicately across her lap. “I’m asking because I love him.
Like a brother, you understand,” she went on to clarify. “I have
known him for a very long time. And I don’t want to see him get
hurt.”

“You think I’ll hurt him.” It wasn’t a
question. It was a statement. Mary thought she would hurt Trent.
How laughable.

“I think you could tear him asunder. I
have never seen him in such an upheaval.” She held out a note that
had Trent’s elegant scrawl on the outside. “I intercepted this from
his butler this morning. Don’t blame him.”

Charlotte took the note with shaky
fingers. She’d just left Trent a few hours before. And the only
reason she’d left was because she had things to take care of at
home. And callers to attend to that day. They’d just
left.

“What would you do if he asked you to
marry you?” Mary said in a big rush of breath.

“He doesn’t want to marry me.”
Charlotte shook her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and then
opened them wide and blurted out the words. “I can’t even get him
to fuck me, much less marry me.”

Mary covered her lips with the tips of
her fingers.

“This is not amusing.”

“Just hearing that word leave your
lips has made my week.” She snorted loudly as she laughed. It was
quite endearing, actually.

“I have offered myself to him on a
silver platter and he has yet to want me.”

“Oh, good grief, he does want you.”
She narrowed her eyes at Charlotte. “Do you want him?” She held up
a hand to stop the rush of words that formed in Charlotte’s mind.
“A better question would be -- could you love him? Really love him?
He deserves to be loved.”

“I’m not certain he wants love from
me,” Charlotte said. She was fairly certain that wasn’t on his
agenda.

“Oh, dear God, the two of you are
blind as bats.” She got to her feet and motioned for Charlotte to
join her. “Show me your wardrobe. We’re going to choose a perfect
gown for tonight.”

“What’s happening tonight?”

Mary fluttered her hands at
Charlotte. “You
will
get fucked.”

“I certainly hope so.”

***

Trent came to retrieve Charlotte
himself, and she was quite surprised that he hadn’t just sent a
carriage to fetch her as he normally did. “To what do I owe the
honor?” Charlotte asked.

“I need to talk to you about a few
things. And I thought the carriage might be the perfect place,
since you’re unlikely to jump out of a moving
conveyance.”

Charlotte was immediately on guard.
“What do you have to talk with me about?”

He led her toward the waiting carriage
and didn’t speak until she rested against the squabs. “I need to
tell you about my dealings with your husband. So, that you can
fully understand.”

“All right,” Charlotte said
hesitantly. He took her hand in his and drew it into his lap. His
thumb traced a lazy circle on his on the back of her hand. She
opened her mouth to speak, but he shushed her. She sat back and
waited. It nearly killed her, but she did it.

“Your husband tried to join our
world.”

“He was a peer,” Charlotte
began.

“Not
that
world. The world of Decadence.
The life of sin and debauchery. Of sexual promise. Of liaisons and
safe and consensual sex. My world.”

“The world you’ve been introducing me
to.”

“What you have seen so far are my
eccentricities,” he said with a chuckle. “Merely a hint of the
world I would love to explore with you if you are willing.” He took
a deep breath and forged on. “There’s more. There’s a darker side
to it. Sometimes the wrong people are admitted at a gathering. Your
husband was one of them.”