Always the Rival (Never the Bride Book 7) by Emily E K Murdoch

Author:Emily E K Murdoch [E K Murdoch, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Historical, Romance
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2020-10-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Charles’s eyes were bleary and full of sleep when they finally opened. Then they shot open.

Blue walls. Blue wallpaper? That did not make sense; he had chosen a dark green for the new hangings in his bedchamber only last year. Where in God’s name…

Sitting up quickly, he became aware he was naked as he clutched a sheet to him, looking around with tired eyes. His heart started to thump. This was going to be like that wild weekend in Paris all over again…

But as his eyes adjusted to the morning light and his mind woke, his heart rate slowed. He was not, as he had been that night three or four years ago, in a hotel master’s storeroom due to losing the key to his room.

No, he was home. Only five bedchambers along from his own. The Blue Room.

Charles looked down and saw the tangled sheets across the bed, the blanket having slipped to the floor at some point in the night. He glanced beside him. The pillow had the indentation of another, and there were some long dark hairs teased across the linen.

The memories of the night before rushed back. Priscilla, arriving at the door, absolutely drenched. Priscilla, shown upstairs to this guest room. Priscilla, holding her sodden gown just above her breasts. Priscilla…

Charles smiled as he leaned back into the pillows. Priscilla, utterly at his mercy, crying out his name.

“We will do this every day. Oh, Charles, yes!”

She must have slipped away in the early hours, knowing it would have created awkward questions if she was seen emerging from this room, along with the master of the house.

His smile broadened, his legs stretching out, feeling the ache of a good romping.

If he had known yesterday that the next time he awoke, it would have been after making love to Priscilla…

He had done it. He had chosen his heart rather than his head, leaving responsibilities by the wayside. Love and not duty had ruled him in the end, despite his better feelings, and Priscilla knew that. She knew he had chosen her over all others.

Over Miss Lloyd.

He sighed as he watched motes of dust dance in the growing daylight. Priscilla. She was everything he wanted and more. The way her eyelashes had fluttered when he had touched her.

He had never felt that power before – and never felt more helpless than when she was touching him.

“God in his heaven, but if you keep doing that, you’ll get no joy yourself.”

She had trusted him completely, given herself to him in a way he never knew ladies could. Abandoning all control, they discovered pleasure together, giving and receiving without restraint.

Charles closed his eyes, glorifying in his memories. He had waited, unlike most of his peers. He could not move for hearing about Braedon’s exploits, or the ladies Westray had seduced.

But he, Charles, had waited. He had known it would be worth it, eventually, and it was. Their lovemaking was a hundred times more special, knowing that he had shared that innocence with Priscilla.

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