Almost Entente Cordiale
Almost Entente Cordiale
Series : Book
Heat Rating 3
Released 2012-03-09
Word Count 19613
Keywords romance, erotica, historical regency, raven mcallan, ménage, ménage a more, m/m/f, historical, regency almost entente cordiale
ISBN 978-1-77101-064-1
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Price :$1.99
A woman with two husbands—husbands who are lovers. Is this a relationship doomed to failure?
Only she can decide.
When Julien returns from France, he did not expect to find his lover ballock-deep inside a woman. Especially when that woman is his own wife!
Christianne knew Alastair had a lover, but she did not expect that lover to be the husband she thought was dead.
As a marriage of convenience turns passionate, can the three of them make their illicit relationship work?
Or will Christianne have to choose which husband to keep?
"Do…not…move…your hands." The command was gasped out between forceful thrusts. "Stay as you are. Do not come. Use that will. Keep trembling, but do not overspill. I am going to fuck you so hard and long you will tremble in more than your cock. Lud, my lover, I have long dreamed of this moment. My lode star during those long, dangerous months away from you."
Alastair was silent, and again his eyes welled up. If only he had not broken down this day, so much angst would have thus been avoided. Whosoever spoke that "if only" were the two saddest words in the English language, spoke naught but truth.
The time for contemplation of past, present, or presumed sins, was not at this moment. This moment was for pleasure. Pure, sinful, cock-induced pleasure.
Their harsh breathing was intermingled with the noise of balls on flesh, of rustling garments, of nipping kisses. Alastair found his hands were gripping the desk so hard the pain was invasive, but he had no thought to move them.
Julien's thrusts became perceptibly more vigorous. Ever assertive, now they seemed to be asking questions, insisting on answers. He gave the only one he knew.
"Yes. Yes, my love. Deeper, faster. Ah, now. Now, now...ahh! Now!" His shout was as one with Julien, who stiffened and came at the furthest moment of penetration. Alastair knew, for a certainty, Julien had touched his soul.
He felt the weight heavy on his back as Julien slumped, exhausted, on top of him. His lover was muttering softly in his father's language, and in Alastair's highly charged state, it took several moments to comprehend.
He hurried to reassure him. "No, no, mon coeur. Je t'aime. Truly, my love, and always."
Alastair lay supine, unable to move to gather Julien to him, without pushing him away first. "My dear, you are all I say and more. Come, let me cleanse you and explain."
Slowly he felt Julien move backward, his cock still held tight between Alastair's cheeks. Alastair groaned his pleasure at those arousing tingles still running through him, at his cock still hard and wanting.
"You wish me to release myself?" A soft kiss was pressed to his neck, and he felt his cock taken hold of firmly. "Wish me to stay tight in your arse and fist you? Or shall we disengage, and let you gain your release inside my aching arse?" He could feel Julien harden in him as they spoke. Truly a dilemma; delightful, but a dilemma nonetheless.
"I wish—" Did that thready voice truly belong to him? "I wish..."
"I wish also."
His head whipped round, as did that of Julien.
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