Today's spicy spice is brought to you by...The House! As always, this excerpt is NSFW.
Could she truly bathe knowing she was being watched? Rosalie
looked over her shoulder as if she would see the owner of the gaze she
felt on her every moment she was in the house. There was nothing but the
absolute certainty that she was being observed. She slowly raised her hands to the
buttons at her collar.
"Edward?" she whispered.
Immediately, she felt a wall of heat at her back. Rosalie
dropped her head back onto a surprisingly solid shoulder and shivered. Large
hands wrapped around her waist and squeezed gently. Rosalie looked down, but
there was nothing to see but the impression of hands in the fabric of her
dress.
Rosalie fumbled with her top two buttons before the hands
slid up her body to move hers aside. The invisible hands made quick work of her
dress, unbuttoning it to her waist and pushing it down to her elbows. Rosalie
turned her face into the throat she could feel, but not see. Even as a spirit,
the duke carried a pleasantly musky scent, and Rosalie could not help inhaling
it like a drowning woman.
There was a burning inside her that was new and frightening
in its intensity. The hands untied her chemise and slipped beneath the thin
cotton to touch her bare skin. Rosalie gasped as a hand cupped her breast and rasped
a calloused thumb over her nipple. It sent a shock of pleasure between her
thighs.
Rosalie squeezed her eyes closed at the intensity of it. She
heard a low, masculine chuckle before the hand began to circle and tease the
sensitive little bud. Rosalie squeezed her thighs together and moaned. Was it
supposed to feel so good? She felt like she would be swept away by it.
The hand switched to her other breast as the spirit's spare
hand stroked down over her belly. Rosalie arched into the hand gently
tormenting her nipple, biting her lip to hold back her moans. She inhaled
sharply at the first brush of ghostly fingers against her most secret place.
The hand hesitated until she eased her knees further apart.
A pair of warm lips found hers just as the fingers slipped
between her damp folds. Rosalie cried out as the spirit began to stroke her
unexplored womanhood. The fingers found a spot that made her thighs tremble and
caressed it until she could do nothing but gasp against the lips pressed to
hers.
Her hips jerked wantonly, entirely out of her control, as
she chased the pleasure. When a single thick finger slid inside her virgin
body, she came with an overwhelmed cry. Rosalie slumped in the spirit's embrace,
feeling completely boneless. She moaned weakly when the finger slipped out of
her to caress her folds before it moved away.
Rosalie calmly let the spirit strip the rest of her clothes
away and settle her in the bathtub. The warm water did nothing to push back the
relaxation cocooning her body. She lay still as an unseen presence dragged a
wet cloth over her skin. The soothing attention eventually eased her into
slumber.
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