Chapter 14: Pellin Row

The door of Barrington House had barely closed before Henry kept his word.

He did not wait for the stairs.

He put me against the wall of the hall, under the lamp the footman had left burning, and kissed me until my knees gave.

"You said that to me in front of the Queen," I said against his mouth.

"I did."

"I could not feel my feet."

"I noticed," said Henry.

His hands pushed my skirts up past my thighs.

The cold of the hall air met my skin and then his palm did, hot and sure.

He found me bare under the silk, and wet, and he swore softly.

"You wore no drawers to a royal ball."

"They were laced too tight to dance in," I said, and my voice broke on the last word, because he had two fingers inside me.

He worked them slowly, and then not slowly, with his thumb pressed over my clit until I had to clutch his coat.

"Henry. I will fall."

"I have you."

He lifted me by the backs of my thighs, and I wrapped my legs round his waist.

I fumbled his breeches open and took his hard cock in my hand.

He leaned his forehead on the wall beside my ear and shook.

"Now," I said. "Please."

He drove his cock into my wet pussy in one long thrust, and the breath went out of both of us.

The plaster was cold on my shoulder blades and he was burning.

Each stroke pushed me up the wall and brought me back down onto him.

"Lydia."

"Harder."

He fucked me harder against the wall, and I bit his shoulder through his shirt to keep from waking the house.

When I broke, it took all of me, and he followed with my name in his throat as his cum spilled inside me.

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