He gathered her face closer and whispered, “Be sure this is what you really wish for.”
“I’m sure.”
He kissed the reply from her lips and groaned anxiously.
She didn’t need time to think about it, though she then wondered if the words implied something else. When he’d said ‘this,’ did simply mean a tumble in bed or more? She’d take whatever he wished to give.
He stepped out of her hold and backed against the bed. His dark gold hair was wild. His wide jaw, slack. His muscles were tense. His hand was wrapped about his cock and with his pants still around his muscled thighs, it was the most erotic sight Diana had ever seen. “Take off your clothes.” He held himself firmly but didn’t move his fist.
Diana bit her lip and reached for the button on her collar. His eyes followed her fingers as they made their way down her body. At first, she moved quickly, but having the doctor’s rapt attention was too good to rush.
Especially when he began to move his hand over himself. The sight of it would forever be imprinted on her mind. She’d never seen a man do this before. There was no shame in his want for her.
So she decided to reward him.
Dahl had always said her dancing was good, without sensuality or vulgarity. But for Frank, she wanted to imprint his mind forever, just as he’d done her, with thought of his indecent little dancer on his mind.
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Frank watched with fascination as Diana’s fingers traveled down the front of her dress, moving in a slow and wicked fashion. She always wore gowns with the buttons at the front, making it so it was easily removed by herself. She could well afford a lady’s maid, but he was ever thankful to realize that once the top was open, there was no chemise to obscure his vision of her breasts. They sat high in her pale corset and Frank began to pump himself furiously as she floated across the room, releasing her hair pins as she went, swaying her hips to a tune only she could hear. Dark tresses tumbled down her back and he was greeted with a very heavenly sight as she returned. Her breasts bounced as she strutted back to her original place before him, returning with his chair.
The chair legs scraping against the wooden floor broke the silence, along with his labored breathing and the pounding of his heart in his head.
He stopped his hand and watched, as she set the chair in profile and then slowly lowered herself to the seat. She rolled her shoulders, her hands took the rest of the dress down as she leaned back. Her hair fell around her shoulders and down her corset, and with her kiss-swollen lips parted and those cerulean blue eyes locked on him, she was the very best, and very worst, temptation.
Never again would he be able to look at her the same way. She’d become everything in that moment. His beginning and his end. He wanted her more than anything in the world. More than his scientific pursuit, which was something he’d thought he’d never give up.
Just for the moment, he knew he’d be willing to give her anything she requested. Shower her with gold and diamonds, kneel before her and worship her like the willing servant that he was.
Her hands spread over the dark skirts, trailing down her thighs before she gripped the material and dreadfully slowly, began to lift them. Ankles, legs, knees, became exposed, before...
Frank nearly released himself onto the hardwood floors, as Diana’s bare thighs came into view. He wanted to sink down to the floor and press his mouth to her exposed skin. He knew it would be soft and warm. Her aroused scent greeted the air and Frank had to turn away before it all ended too soon.
He gripped the bed and closed his eyes. Coolness hit his cock head as some of his seed spread on the bed. He stiffened his shoulders and tried to tell himself to calm down. He’d seen nude women before. He’d even seen women undress for him, but this was so much more.
Unwilling to miss a minute of what Diana offered, he turned back around and found her to be removing her stockings without grand fuss, yet even that was a stimulating sight. Her hair covered most of her body now, her fingers were captivating as the worked. The stockings were placed by shoes he’d not seen her remove. Left in just her skirts, she stood and turned the chair pointed toward him.
Frank continued to grip the bed for fear he’d grip himself and come… or even worse, grab Diana and ruin the rest of his private show.
He was prepared to see her sit in the chair and expose her drawers to him. Even prepared for her to simply stand and drop the skirt. What he’d not been prepared for was to watch Diana present her back to him, bend over the chair, and then with a seductive shimmy she lower the skirt to the ground.
He pulled in a pained breath. There were no drawers. Only flawless bare skin. With her arse thrown in the air, he was given a glimpse of the wet patch between long pale legs, and toned calves.
He barely noticed he’d moved until he was standing beside her, taking her in at every angle. He walked around her and her eyes followed him, watching his bobbing member with a hooded gaze. Her own breathing was rushed.
He placed his fingers to her bottom and then kneaded the rounded mass.
She moaned and he slipped his fingers between her legs and nearly roared at finding her drenched.
It was then that Frank broke.
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Diana gasped when Frank picked her up and tossed her on the bed, coming down with her. Her show hadn’t been complete. She still wore her corset and had special plans in mind for the unveiling of her top.
But the moment she’d looked into Frank’s eyes, she knew her dance was over. He had a strange look in his eyes and she should have found it frightening, yet instead thought it the most arousing expression she’d ever seen.
He turned her over and brought her back to his front. Kneeling on the bed, she felt his cock slide against her bottom and trembled with need. His mouth feasted on her throat, his tongue swirling down to her clavicle and she leaned over to give him space. His hands were everywhere, stroking the tops of her breasts, up and down her thighs, and in between.
Diana’s pants grew as his fingers sank into her. She gripped his arm and rode his hand, feeling delicious bliss and phenomenal pleasure. His fingers deftly found her center and circled.
“You’re softer than I imagined,” he whispered harshly in her ear. He sounded crazed and that was arousing as well. “And you likely taste divine. God, I can’t wait to taste you everywhere.” He flicked her ear with his tongue. “I’ve dreamt of latching my mouth to your mound.” As he spoke, Diana’s movements grew more furious. She could hardly believe it was Frank who said such things to her, but it was his arm she held on to for dear life, and his fingers that stroked and fondled her so skillfully. He sank two fingers back inside her and continued to rub his palm against her clitoris.
“Yes, Frank.” She was moaning wildly, thinking of him doing the very things she claimed he would.
“You want me to taste you here?” His hand tightened on her mound. His cock continued to thrust again her arse. She could feel wetness leak from him. “Do you want my mouth on you, Diana? Do you want me to wrap my lips around your clitoris?”
“Yes. Yes!” She could feel her control slipping, her own lifts and falls on Frank’s hand losing rhythm as she grew frantic.
A dark command rumbled from his lips. “Come for me, Diana.”
With a shout, she did, reaching her apex and shattered in his arms.
When his hand moved away, she had no choice but to fall forward without the support and she gave another shout when she felt her hips lifted and Frank plant his mouth right where he’d promised he would.
His strong tongue lapped at her and he sucked as though trying to drink from her. His hunger was intense and brutal, as though he’d been starving and blamed her for it. His zealous intrusion bloomed her own energy back to life and
Diana found herself rubbing herself against his face as she screamed and came yet again.
He gently lowered her to the bed. The sounds that left his throat were ones of satisfaction, reminding her of a conqueror who was pleased with his meal.
He turned her over and she momentarily wondered if she could survive anymore of Frank’s affections, but then he leaned over and kissed her and Diana’s own amorousness returned. She undid the ribbons of her stays and Frank removed them from her body, never breaking from her lips until she was fully uncovered. Then, and only then, did he lean back and feast with his eyes.
When he reached out to touch her, she was surprised by the reverence he used, touching her breasts gently and gliding his fingers over her nipples just enough to make her shudder.
His face changed. His eyes found hers, and she didn’t understand his expression, but it touched her deeply.
His normal baritone returned. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
She smiled and, at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to have him inside her, deep, and seated, a part of her forever.
He grinned, and she wondered if he could read her thoughts.
He leaned forward and took her mouth again, and then she felt the head of his cock enter her readied heat. He took his time, kissing her, and making love to her body. It was so different from his earlier actions, yet just as arousing if not more so.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and allowed him to go deeper. She fell in love with the way his big body flexed around her. The way he filled her over and over again, and the tenderness in which he did it.
“Diana...” He shuddered and thrust. “Sweet goddess...” Another thrust. “What have you done to me?”
She could hardly find words to answer his riddle when her mind was focused on the pleasure he was giving her. “Frank! Yes!”
When her orgasm came, it was sweet and as earth shattering as the zenith of a symphony. She lost herself in it and knew when the pieces fell back in place, there would be bits of her forever missing, parts of her soul that would belong to Frank.
His body gave a final thrust and he finally submitted with a great shout, flooding her with his seed, filling her to overflowing, and then taking her body with him before he collapsed on his back.
The move kept him planted firmly inside of her, which was right where she wanted him.
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Frank woke before Diana. He listened in the darkness of the room to her slight breathing, felt the weight of her slender body on his, and the warmth of her mound. They were still connected, and he smiled as he wrapped an arm around her. His hand moved gently though her hair, not really wanting to wake her but needing to touch her nonetheless.
He’d not lit a lamp before they’d made love and so the room was dark. Not even the fireplace glowed. He thought a servant may have come by and, upon seeing them, left quickly.
When Diana shivered, Frank pulled the blanket over them both.
She sighed with contentment and he felt the moment her breathing changed. Her voice cracked. “What time is it?” She cleared her throat.
He grinned, sure his voice would be no better than her own. “I’ve no clue. Do you have plans for the evening?”
She ran her hands down the part of his torso she could reach. The feel of it made him stiffen. She gasped but didn’t stop touching him. “I’m free for the next week except for Lily’s lessons.” As her fingers grew bolder, his flesh began to course with new life.
Since he was already buried within her, it was easy to simply move his hips and… “God, Diana.” She had the most heavenly mound. The walls sucked him deeper with his every thrust.
She sat up and began to ride him, rocking and rolling her hips. He wished he could see her face, but knew he’d take whatever she gave.
She spread her hands on his chest, using him as leverage, and bucked against him. Her own shouts of pleasure mixed with his grunts. Their bodies slapped together as he brought his up to meet hers. This sent her over the edge quickly and he took her hips, flipped her over, and pounded inside her until he followed her, meeting bliss in the darkness with the woman he wanted more than air, water, or bread.
He leaned over and kissed her. “Your free days belong to me now.” He felt her smile against his mouth.
“Is that an order from my doctor?”
“Oh, yes,” he chuckled. “And I plan to provide you with everything you’ll ever need.”
She stiffened underneath him, and he realized what his words might have implied.
And then he realized that there had been no implications. His words were fact. She was his.
He kissed her again and then said, “Hit might be worried as to where you’ve gone off to.”
“I doubt it. If he were, my brother would have already stormed the house, looking for evidence to where I may have run off to.” Her fingers moved through his hair, and he felt his chest ease, barely noting that it had previously been tight.
“What do you want to do tomorrow?” he asked.
She sighed. “Tomorrow there is rehearsal, but then we’ve the entire week off after that. I would enjoy the tryst in the country, but I’m sure you’ve patients to see.”
What patients? Julius, who would slap him on the back the moment he was informed that Frank was taking Diana away, or Maura, who was the unmarried member of the Spinsterhood and likely in on the plot to see them together? His other patients no longer had critical need of him.
“I could get away, though you’ve still Lily’s classes to teach.”
“She could use a week off her feet,” Diana whispered. “The Spinsters asked if I would be interested in teaching other little girls to dance. I have to admit, the idea appeals to me.”
And with her skills, it would be a very lucrative business. “I don’t see how you’d be able to keep it up while performing all over the world.”
She seemed to hesitate before saying, “I would stop traveling and simply remain here in London.”
Frank swallowed. Whatever had brought this idea about?
He sat up and moved from the bed. He brought the lamp to life and then moved to start the fireplace. He heard her begin to move and said, “Stay there.” Once the flames blazed in the hearth, he moved over to the water basin and wet a cloth. Then he took it back over to Diana and began to clean her. Her knees were bent and he spread her to make sure he was thorough.
She blushed in the dim light. “Frank, I’m not a virgin. You don’t have to do this.”
He bent over and kissed one of her knees. “Let me take care of you.”
Her eyes softened, and she finally relaxed against his pillows.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“A little.”
“I’ll ring for a servant to bring something to us.” It was likely dinner time, though Frank didn’t intend to present himself to his friends tonight.
“Frank.” She was grinning, her look soft, lush, and all aglow after their lovemaking. “I should go home.”
“Stay.” He kissed her knee again before standing and moving to the basin.
After cleaning himself with new water, he rang for a servant, put on a robe, and then returned to the bed. He stretched out next to her and noticed she wrapped the blanket around herself.
She seemed content, but Frank wasn’t sure if she truly was.
“I would like you to stay,” he told her. “If you want to.”
She smiled and sunk deeper into the sheets. “I want to.”
That stopped the strange feeling in his belly, and he kissed her just as a knock came to the door.
He told the maid to bring two meals and to deliver a message to Hit that the man should return in the late morning, then rejoined Diana in bed.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked. “I could get another blanket if you’re cold.”
“I’m fine.” And she continued to stare at him.
He cleared his throat and tried to come up with the best way to broach the subject he wished to. “This idea about teaching…”
“Yes?” Her eyes looked large and innocent.
“You don’t intend to abandon the stage for me, do you?”
That seemed to surprise her. She sat up, taking the sheet with her. “You mean for us and no. Actually, I thought of teaching while in the country, months ago. I really enjoy working with Lily.”
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