A Very Sinful Valentine

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A Very Sinful Valentine

It was all a man could desire, really, to be seated in his library in a comfortable chair, cradling a glass of good whiskey, the crackle of the fire on a snowy afternoon heating his limbs. His wife and children spread out at his feet, laughing gaily as good friends visited. In fact, he felt very much a bastard for desiring more than that. But he‟d always been a bit of a selfish monster. He‟d thought he‟d banished the demon, but every now and then, the fiend came back to tempt him into wanting more than his fair allotment in life. Such was the rogue that was once the Earl of Wallingford.

He had a wife whom he adored, a daughter who was soon to be married to a man who not only understood her, but loved her deeply despite the simplistic workings of her mind. He had a son, who was growing like a tenacious weed and who showed every sign of intelligence, not to mention a wilfulness that was going to give his father many grey hairs. And an infant daughter who had quite stole his soul the minute her tiny finger wrapped around his pinky. Yes, it was a bucolic scene of familial domestication and harmony. Yet, the man he used to be, Wallingford, ached for something a little more….hedonistic. Debauched.

He was brooding, he knew. Jane glanced up from the carpet, where their All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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nearly three month old daughter nestled atop her velvet and lace throne, kicking and cooing, and staring with dark eyed wonder at the six year old boy who was gazing down at her while busily eating a biscuit, and heedlessly dropping tiny bits of it into her black curls. Their gazes met, he and his wife‟s, his hooded and unrelenting. She glanced away quickly, her spectacles easily hiding her expression and her thoughts from him. Something in him blackened. And that demon beast he once was suddenly took a breath, and came back to life within him. For the first time in a long time, he felt like smashing something. There was a darkness in him that was growing. Festering. “Oh, she is just so lovely,” Anais, the wife of his best friend said. “Or she would be if Jase would cease dropping bits of biscuits into her hair. Off with you now,” Anais said, shooing her sons Jase and Samuel away from the cooing baby. “Why do you not run upstairs and play?” He and Jane‟s son Edward, having long ago grown out of his fascination for his baby sister, cried out jubilantly, making a mad dash to the study door. He studied his wife, as Jane, with her skirts spread out around her watched Edward run like a wildebeest to the stairs. She smiled, her face glowing in maternal love. She glanced down at Blossom, her smile filled with the same adoration as she held for Edward. Yes, the very picture of domestic harmony, of maternal loyalty and duty. All encased in a body that made him think anything but mother. Jane felt his gaze once more and met it, but only briefly, before glancing away, her body twisting as she spoke with Anais, and her breasts…pressing so full and tight against her bodice. The sight riveted him, and he could not look away. Could not will himself out of the pathetic selfishness ruling him. All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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As if on cue, Blossom began to pinch her face, to move her head and search for her mama. Feeding time. Resting his glass on the table beside him, Matthew rose, and reached for his daughter, lifting her as though she weighed nothing more than dandelion fluff. Ruffling a hand through her curls, he sent the last bit of biscuit dust from her hair, smiling as she found his face and focused her dark gaze on him. Yes. He was very much besotted by her--by all his children. But today…no, in truth, these last weeks, he wanted just a bit more. “I‟ll just be a moment,” Jane said, as she started to rise from the floor. Extending one hand, he helped her up, and steered her across the room, and to the threshold of the door where he stopped, his big hand flattened and resting on the base of her back, right above her bottom. “Shall I come, too, Jane?” he murmured darkly in her ear as he made a pretence of passing his daughter to her. “Help you unbutton your gown? Pull your shift free and bare you?” Jane…darling Jane, so independent, so strong, stammered, unable to hold his gaze, her fair complexion burning with shame. Her celadon colored eyes no longer shone bright as they once had. There was a melancholy there, a sadness that he could not seem to reach, and one that she refused to admit to. “Jane,” he breathed, his body so tight, so filled with longing. “Jane…” “I won‟t be long,” she said, pulling away, and shifting Blossom to her other side. “Then we can play at cards.” “Cards?” he growled, his gaze narrowing, and his voice taking on the tone of that beast who had once ruled him. “I have every intention of playing, and it isn‟t bloody cards.” She flushed again, but this time obvious relief shone in her eyes as she All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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spied Anais coming up behind them. “Are you coming?” Jane said with some relief. “I wanted to show you the new room I just decorated. The wallpaper is just lovely.” Matthew let them go for now, but when he caught Jane‟s gaze, he let her know without words that this was not over. *

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Christ, that tasted good! Tipping his head back, Matthew blew out a long curling trail of grey smoke. He took another drag and another, bringing it deep into his lungs, savoring it. “You‟ve started smoking again?” There was surprise in Weatherby‟s voice and he felt his face turning into a sardonic sneer. “Well, I have to have something to do with my hands and mouth don‟t I?” He heard Weatherby‟s jaw snap shut, saw his reflection in the window as they stood side by side, staring at the white wonderland outside the glass. It was snowing, and across the frozen lake, and the snow covered hill, he could see the shadow of his studio. He‟d been spending an inordinate amount of time there these past weeks. “Ah,” his friend murmured, sounding as if he had just answered a most perplexing question, “I see the way of it now.” “Do you?” he growled, snuffing out his cheroot. “I don‟t think you do.” With a little chuckle, his friend met his gaze. There was understanding and…sympathy there. It made him bristle to think he was so bloody transparent. “Jane‟s been hit with the baby blues.” “Is that what this is?” he asked, almost fearing to hear the answer. “I All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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fear I have been travelling the halls at all hours of the day and night, trying to figure out what has happened to my wife.” “Childbirth,” Lindsay stated simply. “That‟s what happened.” “Did it happen to Anais?” A bold, probing question, but he couldn‟t help but ask. He was losing his mind, and if didn‟t get answers soon, if Jane would not start talking to him, he was going to go stark raving mad. “A mild case with Jase. It only lasted a few weeks.” “It‟s been nearly three months.” Fear ate at him. For the first time in a long time, he felt absolutely useless and powerless. And he despised those feelings. “Have you discussed this with the physician?” Lindsay supplied. “I have. He says she has healed from the delivery, and that she is ready to resume relations.” Damn but his face was red. Grew even more crimson when his friend turned and gaped at him. “Physically ready, perhaps, but…” “But what?” Matthew demanded. “Damn it Weatherby, you always had a better understanding of the opposite sex. Tell me but what.” “What do you think it could it be?” his friend asked. “I can think of a multitude of things,” he spat, “all of them more harrowing as my mind goes along.” “Have patience,” Weatherby suggested. “I have been patient,” he growled. “But she…avoids me. Damn it, if I am bearing my soul to you, I might as well do it up right. Well, here it is, Weatherby. I think that Jane does not have a case of baby blues, but instead, husband blues.” His friend had the audacity to laugh, making Matthew growl. With a smile, his friend turned and slapped his shoulder. “I don‟t think that‟s it, no. All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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Not in the least. I saw the way she looked at you, sitting there,” Weatherby pointed to the spot on the floor. “Yes,” he grumbled, “I saw it too, she looked like a trembling mouse cornered by a great hulking alley cat.” Sighing, Matthew wiped his palms along his face, struggling to find purchase. “That is your advice then, patience? Nothing else to offer?” “That and a bit of ingenuity wouldn‟t go amiss.” “Ingenuity,” he breathed. Yes, well it was a trifle difficult to be experimental in the bedchamber when Jane refused to do more than allow him to raise the hem of her nightrail and sink into her. Oh, she still moaned for him, and was always wet and slick for him. She still kissed him, but she squirmed and moved away when his hands itched to roam over her. She was always secreted away with their daughter, hiding from him, or so he thought. She still told him she loved him, but…but…he wanted more. Damn it he wanted his wife back. He wanted his Jane back. *

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Jane smiled as she looked down at the baby busily nursing at her breast, her tiny little fingers wrapped around hers. Blissfully, Blossom ate, her eyes lolling back in satisfaction and slumber as she pulled on her nipple. How I love you, she thought as she gazed down at her child, the exact replica of her father. Who, Jane thought, owned her soul. Her husband. Matthew. Matty, she though in the privacy of her mind and fantasies. Those fantasties she realized suddenly, and with a little catch in her throat, were becoming increasingly more frequent, and for lack of a better word--indecent. “Mama!” Edward came barrelling into her room, running across the carpet wearing his long nightshirt. He stopped, leaned over her lap, and brushed a chubby finger along Blossom‟s cheek. “She eats a lot,” Edward All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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said with a frown. “Yes, she does,” Jane murmured, as she kissed the top of his dark head, which was still damp from his bath. She could never get enough of his scent, how it wrapped around him, and made her feel such contentment. “But you must remember that Blossom can only drink milk. She is not a big girl, like you‟re a big boy.” “I daresay she will enjoy bacon and eggs much more than milk,” Edward said with typical child-like disgust. She laughed, kissed him again as he crossed his arms over her thigh and leaned on them, studying his sister. “Did you have fun today with Jase and Samuel?” she asked. “Oh, yes. Tomorrow, Lady Weatherby has a planned a sledding outing. I hope it snows. I like to catch the flakes on my tongue.” “I used to like to do that, too. Blossom is almost done here, my love, why don„t you go to your room now and I will be along to read you a book.” He frowned then, then looked up into her eyes, with his father‟s eyes. “Papa already read to me, and he told me to come here now, so that you might kiss me goodnight.” Oh dear. She knew what that meant. Matthew wanted to be alone with her tonight. She had not read his expression incorrectly. Since Blossom‟s birth, and the day they received permission from the doctor that they might resume marital relations, Jane had allowed Matthew twice into her bed. And it had been a disaster each time. The first time he had been so careful…maddeningly careful, and she had wanted to scream in frustration. The second time…well, something had changed within her. Her mind was not in its right place. She had not been herself that night, and not since. She…well, she was no longer the woman that Matthew had married, and she didn‟t know how to get back to the person she had been. There was a deep All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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melancholy inside her, and it seemed to grow deeper, and more despondent day by day. She couldn‟t seem to curb the feelings of inadequacies. Of vulnerability, which was so unlike the woman she had once been. She‟d been too old to have a child at three and thirty. It played havoc with her body, and her mind. She had not bounced back from child birth like other women she knew of. Younger women. It was not that she was not happy with motherhood. She was not fatigued, not like in the beginning. Her breasts no longer hurt from nursing, her private parts no longer burned from the delivery, but she did hurt….her heart hurt, and she…well, her mind was making a hash of things. The door creaked opened, and standing in the opening was Matthew, so tall and broad, his hair a little longer than usual, but still so black and glistening. His face was hard, his gaze narrowed when it landed on Edward, and then her. He looked more like Wallingford, than Matthew at that moment, and a sudden thrill snaked through her. Strange. She had not liked Wallingford. But she had given her soul to Matthew. “Edward, have you said goodnight to Mama?” “I did, Papa, and Blossom, too.” “And a kiss?” Matthew asked as he folded his arms over his chest. Edward reached up and pressed his lips to her cheek while he threw his arms around her neck. He murmured goodnight into her neck. “Good night, my darling boy,” she said, cradling his head against cheek. “Sweet dreams.” “Good night, Blos,” he said, then jumped up and away from her and ran across the room, where Matthew was waiting for him with open arms. “Ah, Papa,” he grumbled, “boys shake hands with their fathers at bedtime.” All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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“Not this boy.” Matthew grumbled. He picked Edward up and tossed him over his shoulder, giving him a playful swat on his backside, which made Edward giggle. “That‟s what boys who won‟t kiss their papa‟s goodnight get.” “Alright, Alright,” Edward half cried, half laughed as Matthew carried him down the hall. “I relent!” “Well, I should say so,” she heard Matthew grumble as they made their way down to Edward‟s room. She didn‟t hear anything else for the next few minutes, nothing except Blossom, greedily sucking away. She was just beginning to sleep through the night, and Jane wanted to make sure that this feeding, her bedtime feeding was long and satisfying. She had gotten used to sleeping through the night this past week. The clicking of the door made her look up, and when she saw Matthew prowling into the room, she looked frantically about her for a cloth and covered herself with it. She could not understand it, but she did not want Matthew to see her--not like this. “You allow our son to watch,” he said, his voice dark and perhaps bitter, “but I am forbidden. Why, Jane?” “Don‟t be silly,” she said, trying to laugh, but it sounded much too nervous, to wishy washy to truly be her own voice. “Of course you are not forbidden.” “Then take away the cloth.” She refused to look at him, just couldn‟t. They….well, her breasts were not the breasts he had once worshipped. Her entire body, in fact was not what it was. In fact, it was no longer hers, and the thought made her think all kind of strange things. “Really, there is nothing to see.” She winced, hearing a scolding tone All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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in her voice. “Why do you make me feel aberrant, Jane when I ask to watch you nurse our child? Is it so very wicked of me, so base and unnatural? ” No, it wasn‟t. But it made her feel rather unnatural. And it made her afraid…to bare herself before him. She hadn‟t. Not since the day of Blossom‟s birth. She‟d made quite certain of that. That he wouldn‟t see her like this. He was a beautiful man, and at best she was plain. He was lying on their bed now, long legs crossed at the ankle, his back propped up by pillows, his arms up over his head, bent, his head resting atop them. His dark, twilight eyes watching her, not blinking. He wore only black trousers and his white shirt, which lay open at the neck, revealing a large portion of his chest. His trousers, she noticed quickly, before darting her gaze away, was heavily tented in the front. “Does it repulse you, Jane, to know I am hard, aroused by the image of you seated and nursing? I saw it in your eyes, you see. You did not look away quickly enough. Your spectacles did not hide that look.” “Matthew,” she sighed with a shake of her head. “You put words in my mouth.” “Only because you no longer say anything to me, Jane.” “I don„t know what you want,” she said. “Yes, you do.” Yes, she did. But she could not give it to him. She was too mortified of her body to show him, to allow him to touch. She had gained weight during her pregnancy, she had not lost much of her baby weight. She had always been a voluptuous sort, and now, she feared he would no longer desire who she was. Her breasts…well, they were much too large, and too vein filled to be pleasing to a man of Matthew‟s taste, and experience. And All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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her skin, which had once been so pale and unblemished was marred with stretch marks across her belly. The last thing she felt like doing was stripping down bare, while her husband reclined like a pasha on the bed, studying her, seeing all her imperfections while comparing her to all his other more beautiful conquests. And damn it, she despised that poisonous little seed of doubt that had taken root in her mind, but she could not rid herself of it. She had tried. But it was beyond her abilities now. It was there, well rooted in her mind. She could not stand it if she were to discover that her husband no longer wanted her. No longer desired her. He had ruined her with his adoration and passion. With the pleasure of their marriage bed. He had spoiled her into believing that she was the only woman for him. The only woman who would ever be for him. To have his love, and passion taken from her, well, she could not fathom how she would begin to live without it. “Talk to me, Jane,” he implored from the depths of their bed. The bed they had shared for years, the bed that had seen them love one another with passion and frenzy, with wild cries and moans, with exotic positions, and erotic words, with love and softness. Looking at it made her feel ill, because she was no longer that wife. Nor the woman Matthew had married, and she was too afraid to tell him. To bare her insecurities, and the failings of her body, in the hopes that perhaps he had yet to notice, and she might, for a little while longer keep them all hidden from him. “Are you unhappy, Jane?” “Of course not!” That had come out her like a damn bursting. How could he imagine such a thing. “You no longer smile at me, love,” he said, his gaze sweeping over her face, “you no longer welcome as you once did. Why, Jane?” All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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“I‟m tried, is all.” His head tilted to the side, watching her. “Then why do you not sleep beside me--the night through, Jane? Too many nights I have awakened to discover our bed empty.” “I‟m up frequently with Blossom, and I don‟t wish to disturb your sleep. You‟re busy these days.” “Mostly intentionally, love,” he said, “to keep my mind off my worries.” “Worries?” she said, alarmed. “Yes, I worry that you are no longer satisfied with me.” “Of course I‟am,” she said, rising from her chair and placing Blossom into her cradle. “I‟m quite satisfied. How could you believe otherwise? “Hmm, how indeed,” he murmured, and she heard him rustling behind her, the whisper of his linen shirt being pulled over his back and shoulders. The clunk of his boots hitting the floor. Closing her eyes, she imagined him reaching for the fall of his trousers, opening the flap, and grasping his cock in his beautiful hand. She‟d caught him at that, just last week, and like a hedonist, she had watched him pleasure himself while he was unaware of her presence behind the dressing screen. He had looked wild and feral, his body so tight. He had pulled viciously, his teeth clamped tightly while his eyes were pressed shut. She had marvelled at how beautiful he had looked, how exciting it had been to watch him at his pleasure. She had almost gone to him, but then the voice of doubt started to whisper to her. Who is he thinking about? Who is he imagining? What if its not you? She had crept away then, terrified that perhaps it was true. That he was taking his pleasure while thinking of someone else. “Jane, tell me true, are you truly satisfied with our furtive fumblings All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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in the dark, beneath the bedcovers and your nightrail?” No. But she could hardly admit that, could she. Couldn‟t expose herself in such a way--or such a light. And in her fear--and yes, panic--she realized that he was not happy with the state of their physical relationship. “I would never deny you, Matthew.” There was a pause, a long, dark pause, that made her skin prickle in apprehension. “Neither would a whore,” he snapped, “if I paid her enough.” She heard the mattress creak, the sound of his shirt being whipped from the bed, and she whirled around, struggling with her thoughts--her fears. “Is that it, Jane? My affections are something to be endured as a proper wife should? You used to come to me so willingly and openly. I thought it was a mutual need--a shared love. But I was wrong, was I?” “No, of course not. I did not mean it in such a way. I only meant to say that if you have need of…bed sport, than I shall be happy to come to you.” “I have no need of bed sport, Jane. I have need of making love with my wife!” He was hurting. She realized that now. She wanted to go to him, but he would want more than she was ready to give him. Perhaps if she pleasured him? Perhaps that would soothe away her words which seemed to have wounded him. “Matthew,” she whispered, running to him across the carpet. She rose on her tiptoes, brought her arms around his neck and lowered his mouth to hers. “You know how I feel about you. About what we share. I did not mean it in such a way.” All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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“No?” he whispered wickedly, his gaze finding hers, latching on with strength and determination. “I don‟t believe you. I think you had better show me, Jane.” She kissed him, slow, lazily, her lips moving over his mouth, slowly winding, becoming deeper, sensual, and then slowly her tongue penetrated his mouth, touching his tongue, flicking around the tip of his. He groaned, wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her up against his bulging phallus that felt so large and hard. Her core ached, needing that deep inside her. “Jane, Christ, yes,” he moaned, tilting his head back so that she could rain kisses along his throat. He was growing harder, she felt it against her belly, and tried to block out the thought that he must feel how much bigger, how much fleshier it was than before. This was for Matthew, she whispered to herself. For his pleasure. She could do this, set aside her fears and insecurities to show the man she loved how beautiful and desirable he was. To vow anew her commitment to him, and their marriage bed. “Your mouth is like Heaven,” he whispered as she trailed her lips and tongue down his chest, flicking his nipple with the pointed tip of her tongue, then slowly making a circle around his brown areola. “I burn wherever it touches me. And I am praying to the devil that it will touch my cock.” “How you have come to adore that pleasure,” she murmured as her fingers expertly opened the fall front of his trousers. His cock sprang free, thick, hard, pressed suggestively against her nightrail and robe. He broke the contact by moving away to step out of his trousers. When he reached for her, Jane was already lowering to her knees, and the sounds of Matthew‟s rasping breaths filled the room. She could feel his excitement, his anticipation for this coming off his large, muscular body. As she knelt before him, his cock All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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throbbed, thickened even more, the veins of his shaft filled violently with his blood, and passion. How she adored loving him with her mouth, listening to his breathing, the sounds he made deep in his throat. The way he always moaned and stilled during his climax. His hands were shaking as his fingers raked through her hair, dispelling the pins onto the carpet. “Jane,” he whispered, cupping her cheeks in his hands, tilted her face up for his penetration. He always said her name during this act, always was only there with her, watching her every move, whispering her name over and over until it was a benediction--and it aroused her. Made her feel so powerful as he succumbed to this pleasure he had only ever allowed himself to enjoy with her. She saw his mouth move, he would ask, as he always did, “Jane, will you take me in your mouth,” but she moved forward, not allowing him to ask, but instead, she gave to him. Her gaze held his as she opened her mouth and took the glistening head of him between her lips. He moaned, struggled not to tip his head back and close his eyes, but instead kept his gaze focused on her. She knew what he wanted. They had been together much too long for her not to know that Matthew enjoyed watching--he would want to see her hand pumping him, her tongue coming out to curl around his shaft, to lick him, to watch her mouth pucker as she sucked. He‟d want to watch her accept as much of him in her mouth as he could, and he would want to… Yes, she thought, meeting his eyes brazenly as he grasped a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back, he would want to watch his penetration of to study the slow slide, the way she moaned as he fed her his length. “Christ, yes,” he panted, his slow strokes becoming less intent, less measured. “beautiful,” he said, the fingers of his free hand skimming her cheek. “I love watching you like this, Jane on your knees. I love you naked All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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and bare, your quim glistening with longing. I love you filled with my cock, Jane.” She blushed, closed her eyes. A tremor of desire lanced through her, wetting her core. He was moving fast now, his hips jutting forward, and she took him hard, sucking him in deep as he towered over her, his phallus sliding between her lips. “Your tongue, Jane,” he demanded in a harsh whisper, “move it along the tip, stick it inside the slit and press in,” he gasped, barely able to get the words out as she followed his commands. He was close, so close, his body was now a tight tower of straining muscle. When she pressed her tongue in again and squeezed the base of his shaft in her palm, he groaned, released her hair, and pulled at the collar of her robe and nightrail, baring the crests of her breasts. When he pulled out, he pressed himself against the notch in her throat, and came in hot, steady spurts against her skin, watching as the white trail slid down the valley of her breasts. Only the tops of her breasts were visible, and Jane felt him hot, and thick against the dampening linen of her nightrail. “Jane,” he whispered, collapsing back onto the bed. “You‟ve killed me,” he murmured. “Come here.” She obeyed, gathering up her robe and wiping herself clean before climbing onto the bed bedside him. He gathered her up against him, his eyes already heavy lidded, satiated. “Beautiful,” he said, kissing her softly, “It gets more beautiful every time. How do you manage it, Jane?” She laughed, laid her cheek against his chest and smiled as she listening to the wild cadence of his heartbeat beneath her ear. She‟d pleased him. She hoped it was enough. All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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The next day seemed to go by in a whirlwind. She had breakfasted with Matthew, but otherwise, had not seen him for the remainder of the day or evening. He had not come home for dinner, and she felt saddened for it because it was Valentine‟s Day. It was a day for lovers, but Matthew had made it quite clear that he had not appreciated how she had crept away from him last night after pleasuring him. He‟d fallen asleep and after an hour at least, of laying there watching him, Jane had left, feeling unsure of herself. Silly woman, she thought in exasperation. Back before her marriage, she would not have had the patience to deal with the sort of woman she was now being. And yet, despite the numerous scolding‟s she gave herself, nothing had changed. So she had slunk away like a thief in the night, and gone to sleep in her room. She had decided to tell him, if he enquired, that Blossom had needed her. Little Liar, she thought as she crept into her chamber. Closing the door, she pressed against it, while closing her eyes. She had just come from feeding Blossom, who had fallen asleep with perfect ease. After tucking her into bed, Matthew had joined her, kissing his daughter before following her to Edward‟s bedroom where they h ad both tucked him into bed, and read him a bedtime story, before kissing him goodnight. She had heard Matthew‟s footstep following behind, and a wicked thrill of anticipation had governed her, thinking he might follow her into her room. Instead, she heard the clicking of his door, and turned in time to see him disappear into his room. “Your Grace,” her maid said glancing up, “Is all well?” “Oh yes, yes,” she murmured, brushing a latent tear from beneath her All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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spectacles. “Just tired.” Making her way into the chamber, she noticed all the candles that had been lit., not to mention the large, ornate full length looking glass that sat opposite the hearth. Jane shuddered at what it might represent. “What is going on, Betsy, are we out of oil for the lamps?” “No your grace,” her maid answered. “Tis his grace‟s wish.” “I beg your pardon?” Betsy smiled secretly as she added another bucket of steaming water to the copper tub that was placed before the hearth. “There‟s a lovely gift for ye, too, your grace. And he‟s sent along a bottle of scented oil. The duke bid me to prepare you a bath.” “Well,” she said, unable to muffle her reply, “there can be no denying what his grace has planned.” “No indeed,” Betsy said with that infernal smile. “Shall I help you to undress?” A bath did sound utterly decadent--especially with scented oil. But the rest of it. Well, she would have to muster up a huge amount of courage. And she wasn‟t sure she had it in her. When she was naked, Betsy helped her into the tub. Jane sank down into the warm, silky water that was scented with cherry blossoms and jasmine. “Heavenly,” she purred in satisfaction. “His grace asked that I give you this once you were comfortable in the tub.” Jane turned her head to see Betsy holding out a folded missive, complete with red wax seal bearing the crest of the Duke of Torrington. Taking it, she dismissed her maid, skimmed her finger beneath the wax and broke the seal, revealing Matthew„s bold handwriting, All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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My Dearest Jane, my wife, my Valentine… She smiled at that, and sunk further into the water while raising her arm and angling the letter to the candlelight. You left me last night, when I fell asleep after the rhapsody of your mouth. I was livid with you, Jane, for I had innumerable scenarios running through my head--the first being claiming my wife. But when I woke up, I was alone again, Jane. As I have been these past three months. My first instinct was to search you out, and fall upon you like a ravening beast. You would not have denied me. I know that. But its not what I wanted. What I want, Jane, can not be satisfied with a quick loving. What I want, Jane is a night, a full night of exploration and sensual pleasures. A night, when I make you mine once again. A night where you come to me with nothing between us. As I write this, I can close my eyes and see you in the tub, your breasts buoyant in the water, your nipples erect after having just fed my daughter. I wonder at the taste of them, how they will feel against my tongue, in my hand--cradling my cock. Oh dear. Jane fanned herself with the letter, and glanced down to see the very picture he had described. Her breasts were buoyant. And her nipples were thick and long--and darker since giving birth. I’m going to worship them, Jane. For hours. I’m going to make you come from just pleasuring them, and to hell with what you think of it. You may think it indecent, but I don’t give a damn. I’m a hedonist, and you, Jane, my wife, should know that about me. You’ve shared my body and bed, you know things about me that no other soul on earth does. Who can I not be a sensualist with than, you, Jane? Who else to act out my wicked fantasies, than the woman who inspires them? There is no shame in fantasies, in All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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pleasure. Who other than us needs to know what we’ve done, what brings the other pleasure? Ah, Jane, you can’t imagine what Iam thinking about as I sit here in my chair, with my eyes closed. Your body, glistening and wet. Your quim slick with the oil, and the glimmering essence of your need. I can see my fingers petting you, snaking through your folds, and spreading you tight, giving rise to a pain-pleasure as I expose you. I want your essence on my finger, and I want to lick it off. I want to slide down your body, rest between your splayed thighs and eat at you for hours. Months, Jane, months and months denied this, going down between your thighs and playing with the heart of you. One of my fulfilling duties to you, is to make you tremble and come with nothing more than my mouth and tongue. Nothing pleases me more than to feel your body wind tighter and tighter, the feel of your fingers in my hair, the way you bring up your knees, and press them against me. Nothing gives me greater pleasure--and satisfaction than to look up the length of your body and watch you shatter so beautifully as you call my name. I will have that again. I vow that. Oh, she was burning, aching. She was so thoroughly aroused. Don’t touch yourself, Jane. I want you aching and yearning when I come to you. I want you to wait, to build up your need until I can come and satisfy it. Jane, love, rub your thighs together now, feel it, that ache. Imagine its my hand snaking between your thighs, parting you. What do you think of Jane as you close your eyes and think of me? My mouth suckling you between your thighs, as I cup and squeeze your breasts, or do you imagine me above you, gazing down into your face as I give you my body. Do you imagine, I wonder, a soft loving, slow and lazy that builds you up, or All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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something else? Something baser and primal? Oh, God, she was panting now. Her thighs rubbing together, the action combining with his words to drive her mad, and wanton. Do not give yourself surcease, Jane. That is for me. A privilege of a husband and lover. My privilege, and one I’ve been denied for far too long. Imagine, as you wash your body, its my hands on you. Imagine my lips pressed against your ear, the heat of my mouth whispering down your neck. Imagine me telling you all the things I want to do to you. You know what they are, Jane. Tasting you. Pleasuring you. Filling you. But Jane, tonight I’m going to watch--and so are you. It will not be dark when I look upon you. There will be no clothes--only your skin. There will be no wiggling and squirming away from me. You will lie still and let me look. I will take as long as I want, gorge myself on the sight of you, and you will not resist. You will not utter one word to the contrary. You will accept everything I give you. And you will be loved, Jane. Loved so that you never forget that you are the only woman for me. You always have been. And you always will be. Rise from the tub, Jane, and dry your body. Prepare it for me, with what I have left for you in the pink box on the end of the bed. As you dry your curves, think of me, in the room next to yours, lying on my bed, listening furtively for the sounds of you preparing yourself for me. I’m hard, Jane, so damn hard. I know that if I do not close my eyes now, and take my cock in my hand and find release, I will not be able to fulfill what you need--a night of loving. Hours of fucking…. Be ready, Jane. Your Very Sinful Valentine. *

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stalked deeper into the room, ready to demand what was what going on, why his demands had not been followed, when he detected movement from behind the silk screen. “Matty?” Good God his body always lit up whenever she called him that. He‟d tossed off--twice--trying to take the edge of his need off, and yet here he was standing before her dressing screen with a raging erection, his heart melting, his anger swiftly dissipating at the sound of his wife„s sweet voice. “It‟s me,” he said, clearing his throat. What he wouldn‟t give for that screen to show the shadow of her body. He was starved for her. Starved for the pleasure that she always shared with him. “I think…” Jane said, her voice going soft, and slightly embarrassed. “There has been a mistake. The modiste you visited has got my size all wrong.” “There is no mistake,” he said, trying not to choke on his words. “It‟s as it should be. Designed especially for you.” “I‟m afraid that you‟ve underestimated my size,” she all but whispered, and he heard the shame in her voice. He was a thick headed fool, for certain. It had taken him months to understand what he should have known immediately. Jane was vulnerable--and insecure. Perhaps the thought had never come to him because his Jane had never been anything but strong. Secure in the knowledge of who she was. The sort of woman she was. He„d always loved that about her. But her pregnancy had changed her. Not only her body, but her mind as well. And it was job tonight, to ease those fears. To help his find her way back to him. “Matthew,” she called again, awaiting his answer. All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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“Nothing has been underestimated, Jane,” he said, as he took a candle from the candelabra and went about lighting each damned candle that had been extinguished. “Come out now, Jane, and face your husband.” “I need a robe.” “You need only what was in that box.” “A scrap of fabric?” she snapped, “and hardly even fabric at that! I hope you did not pay an exorbitant amount for this…this…thing.” He smiled, his blood racing. Ah, there was the Jane Rankin who had stolen his heart and saved his soul. “Darling, I won‟t resist. Or desist, as I am quite certain you are hoping. Come out now, love.” A movement caught his eye, and he paused, his mouth dry as Jane crept out from behind the gilt screen. Her long red hair was down, pulled over her shoulder, and the expanse of flesh he was aching to see. “Hair up, Jane.” She would not meet his gaze. “But you always claimed to like it down.” “Not tonight,” he murmured as he walked slowly to her. He kept his gaze averted. He wanted this on his own terms--and not a moment before everything was perfectly set up. Stepping behind her, he brushed his body along her back, and derriere, feeling the whisper thin sheer fabric slid along her buttocks and hips, catching between his trousers, and his erection. The scent of blossoms and jasmine whispered over him, as he struggled for control. This was Jane‟s night. Carefully he caught her up, and nuzzled her neck while she quickly knotted her hair up, securing it with a pin. Artful strands fell down her neck, and he blew the wisps away, making her shiver, and hopefully making her All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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nipples hard and pointing, and pressing restlessly against the sheer gown he had designed especially for her. “Jane,” he murmured, his voice thick, “turn around and let me see.” She tried to cross her arms over her breasts, but he caught her wrist, and whispered against her ear. “You‟re going to let me look, Jane. For as long as want, remember?” When she turned and faced him, all the words of praise and love he had promised himself he would say to Jane fled not only from his mind, but his mouth as well. Before him stood Jane as he had never seen before. “My God,” he muttered, his gaze transfixed on her magnificent breasts and the tiny bit of material that covered her nipples. They were glorious and big, round, spilling from the bodice that was much too small. He‟d known it would be, that had been the point after all. But he had no idea how damn big, and gorgeous they were. And how…she pressed her eyes shut, and he saw something glimmer beneath the glass of her spectacles. The white sheer covering her breast grew wet, and with a sob, Jane turned from him. “Jane,” he whispered, holding her to him. “My God, you‟re gorgeous. Stunning in the light.” She sobbed again, and tried to hide it from him, but he wouldn‟t allow it. Instead, he turned her in his arms, felt her breasts press up against his bare chest. “I can‟t,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I…I just can‟t do this?” “Can‟t do wait, Jane?” “Do this. Be the woman you want. I…I..” she took a great, shaking breath, and lowered her head, as if ashamed. “I don‟t want to disappoint you.” All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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He was stunned. Silenced, as he gazed down upon her bent head. Anger rule him, and he gripped her chin, forced her to meet him in the eye. “You hurt me, Jane. My heart, its actually…well, it feels as though a knife has gone straight through it. Jane,” he said her name harshly. “You would me to think that you believe my love for you so shallow that it could change this easily. That it is conditional upon your looks, your body. You could never disappoint me in that regard. My God, every change in your body is because of me. Because of what we‟ve done. The love we‟ve made. The life we created. Yes, you‟ll think me some primitive brute, but I have to say it. This body is because I filled you with my seed, and every lingering change is a reminder to me that I‟ve given you something no man ever will. Me, Jane. Matthew. You‟re mind, no matter what changes occur. And my God, those changes, how could you not think I wouldn‟t embrace them? Wouldn‟t be eager to see them, and explore them? No, you could never disappoint me, Jane. Only hurt me by giving up on us. On me. On this,” he whispered before lowering his mouth to hers and kissing her. It was soft at first, coaxing, enticing. She sobbed, it caught at the back of her throat before she pulled him closer, wrapping her luscious body around his. And then it went deeper, more carnal. He mimicked with his tongue what he was longing to do with his cock, and then his hands were everywhere, pulling at her straps, tugging them down. The sound of the fabric rendering down the middle did not make him pause. When Jane was standing naked before him, he stood back, studied her, and she braved it. Brave, little Jane stood before him, head high, eyes glowing with fire and allowed him to look his feel. And damn it, it was going to be a long, long while before he was done. Her breasts…he didn‟t seem able to stop looking at them. Definitely All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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he couldn‟t stop touching them. He traced the large vein that reached her nipple, then gentle pulled at her nipple. “You shouldn‟t,” she paused, caught his look of warning. “I won‟t be denied tonight, Jane.” Her nipple leaked, and he studied it with fascination as the liquid ran between his thumb and forefinger. “I…I hope they won‟t do that when we‟re together.” “I don‟t care if they do. I might even decide to taste it, Jane.” “Matthew!” “Shocked, Jane? It‟s been a long while since I‟ve shocked you.” She smiled, nearly laughed. Regretfully he left her breasts to travel down her belly. He had always enjoyed her body. Had revelled in it when she had been carrying his daughter, but now…now there were a few stretch marks, and the mound was slightly bigger, softer. He lowered to his knees, kissed it, yearned to fill it once more with his seed. She clutched at his head, pressing him to her. She warm, so soft, and he could have lain in bed with her all night, his face pressed to her. But then she moved, a shift of her hips, which were a bit wider, and the scent of her sex called him lower, beckoning him. “Jane,” he whispered softly. “You‟re wet for me.” “Always, Matty.” “Did you touch yourself?” he asked, raking his fingers through her slick folds. She was thicker her, her sex more plump, and he liked it, the feel of it beneath his fingertips, the way he could play and part. “No?” His tongue raked down the seam, his cheek pressed against her thigh. “Good. Now, lift your foot onto the chair, Jane, and let me see.” All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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She obeyed him, and now, Jane, his wife, stood naked and open to him. Her quim pink and swollen, his mouth buried in her silk, licking and stroking, savoring as though he could stay here all night on his knees and do nothing but sip at her. “Matthew,” she whispered her hands fisting in his hair. “It‟s…so…sensitive.” “Feels good, doesn‟t it?” he purred, and he sunk one finger into her, making her moan. “Feels wanton to be standing her like this, with me on knees worshipping you?” “I want you inside. Now.” “I want that, too, but first, I want to make you crazy.” “Later, Matthew. We have all night, but now, I just want you, inside me.” “No, clothes, no barriers. No secrets, Jane? Just your beautiful skin against mine?” She nodded, held her arms open to him. “How should I take you?” he asked, wanting her to tell him what she needed. “On the chair. Me on top. I…I want to..no, I need to see you as you love me.” He was already so hard, so ready for her. This was not how he had wanted this to go. He‟d planned to love his wife for hours, bringing her to peak after peak, to make her burn, and ache for him. And then, after hours of bringing her to climax, he would take her. But this was Jane, and she had asked for it, using all her pride, and shoving aside her insecurities. How could he deny her--deny them both what they each wanted so badly. Sitting on the chair, he sprad his legs wide, his cock standing thick and hard and at attention. He smiled, love shining in his eyes as he reached All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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for her, brought her atop him to straddle his legs. Her quim was warm as it pressed against his cock. Her bottom lush and full, cupped in his hands as he pulled her higher so that she rubbed against him. Her breasts neared his face, and he caught her nipple in his mouth, sucking until she moaned deeply. Flicking his tongue along her nipple, he pulled away, watching Jane‟s face. The creep of the erotic blush over her breasts, the way they moved, and yes, leaked. It was erotic to him. And he bent his head lower, swiped his tongue along her nipples, and tasted what he had fantasized about doing for months. “Don‟t‟ be shocked, Jane,” he murmured as he lifted her higher, and poised her at the tip of his cock. “Don‟t be embarrassed. Not with me. You‟re gorgeous, and everything about you is perfect.” She nodded, met his gaze, and they held each other as she sunk down slowly upon him, impaling herself. She cried out, her hand flying to her lower belly. “Feel me all the way up there, do you my love?” She nodded, began to move, and he let her, just felt her body move and undulate beneath his palms. “Do you want me to fill it up, Jane. All that emptiness?” “God, yes. Matthew!” she whimpered, raining kisses all over his cheeks. “Jane, look at me,” he asked, and when she did, he knew she was seeing what she needed in his eyes. “You are the only woman for me--it‟s only ever been you. I told you once before, that I have never loved before you, and I will never love again. Jane,” he said, forcing her face to down to his. “There is no condition on my love. No end to my desire. Don‟t put them there, my love.” “Matthew,” she whispered, as she loved him slowly, her tears trickling All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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down his neck. “I only ever wanted to be your everything. And these last months…well, I was afraid that I wasn‟t. That I might never be again.“ He smiled into her hair as he slowly rode her body. “All these months I have been dying to see this body, and you have been afraid of it.” “Never again,” Matthew, she said, lifting herself away from him, allowing him to see everything of her, even her posterior which he saw reflected in the mirror behind them. Grasping her bottom, he parted her cheeks, watched the slow steady ride of her body, and the way his cock disappeared into her body. “Jane, God, you look so damn wonderful.” “Are you watching?” she asked, heightening his pleasure with her husky voice. “Yes, and its damn indecent. Turn around Jane, and watch with me.” Jane did not hesitate, and quickly turned, sat upon him, her legs straddle over his thighs. His hands cupped her breasts, and she was splayed, open, watching his body loving hers. Their gazes were locked, their breathing heavy. “I love you, Jane,” he murmured as he neared his climax. “Don‟t ever forget it.” “What a feeling to be so full of you,” she said, as she stroked her fingers down her sex and pleasured her clitoris. “I like this, Matty,” she said, closing her eyes and resting her back against him. “We shall have to do this every night.” “So we shall, Jane,” he whispered, coming softly into her willing body. “But this night is not through. We‟ve made love. And now, to the bed, where the fucking will commence.” She smiled, shivered in his arms as she found her release. ‟My very All rights reserved February 2012 http://www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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sinful Valentine,” she whispered, “I hold you, to that.” And as any devout husband would do, Matthew honoured his vow, until his wife begged him no more. He obeyed, but only he was he was well assured that the woman he held, who slept naked and trusting in his arms, was confident that for him, it was her, and no other. That his love had not waned, and that his desire, would no do so either, “Jane,” he whispered as the streaks of dawn broke through their bedroom window. “Once more. In the daylight, so I can see you with the sun upon your skin.” And she rolled over, smiled, and held open her arms to him, welcoming him home at last.

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