Folly by Sabrina York

Author:Sabrina York
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: 2012-10-16T16:00:00+00:00

They fell asleep after their tryst, and no wonder. They’d barely slept the night before. When Eleanor awoke, warm in Ethan’s embrace, the sky was darkening. They’d slept the afternoon away.

“Oh dear,” she murmured and attempted to slip from the bed.

His arm tightened around her.

“Why is it you are always trying to escape my bed?” His words were harsh but he said them on a laugh.

“We need to dress for dinner. It must be close to six.”

“Mmm.” He tugged her closer and nibbled on her shoulder. “I’m not hungry for food.”

“Dear heavens. I’m beginning to suspect you’re insatiable.”

“I feel that way when you’re around.” His hands began to wander. A telltale stirring against the curve of her bottom portended a late arrival at dinner.

“Ethan. We must dress.”

He stilled. “Are you giving me a command?”

She turned to him. The light in his eyes was difficult to interpret. Was he angry? He’d never lost his temper with her. Not yet. She so didn’t want to learn he was like Ulster after all. She swallowed.

“N-no.”

“I think that was a command.” He sat up and threw the covers back, revealing the body of a Greek god, rippling muscles dusted with dark hair. He was fierce, dark and alluring.

No. Definitely not angry. She relaxed a tad, but only a tad. Her body tightened again at his next words, but in a very different way. “Do you know what happens to a slave when she gives her Master a command?”

Eleanor licked her lips. “N-no.”

He loomed over her, easing her back onto the bed. “He punishes her.”

“Oh. My.”

Was that a lustful shudder coursing through her body? Again? How on earth did he do it?

“And you’ve been naughty. You deserve a punishment. Don’t you agree?”

“I…”

“Don’t you?”

She dropped her gaze “Yes.” Heavens. Could she take him again? So soon? Her body ached in so many ways, in so many places. But she loved each and every ping. So much nicer than…

No. She wouldn’t think of it. She wouldn’t.

She would focus on Ethan.

On now.

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

She nodded. “But…”

His brow darkened. “But what?”

She stroked his chest. Rather fascinated by the taut, silky muscles, she became distracted.

“Eleanor.”

“Yes?”

“But what?”

She blinked. What? Oh. Yes. “But it’s almost dinnertime.”

His grin was wolfish. Twin shards of lust and fear engulfed her. But it was a delicious kind of fear. “I know. Your punishment will last through dinner.”

Her brow wrinkled. What on earth could he have in mind?

“Stand up. There. By the nightstand.”

She did so, and he scooted over to sit on the edge of the bed, facing her. He was just at breast level, couldn’t resist a quick nuzzle. She moaned as the nuzzle became a suck, then a nip. She put out a lip when he stopped, when he sat back and reached for something on the nightstand. Something she hadn’t noticed there before.

“What is that?”

He held it up, a length of…was it lace?

“Where did you get that?”

“Madame Fourtenouy’s, of course.”

“You bought lace?”

“Yes.” He folded the length in half and then reached around her waist.

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