Nash's Niche (Behind Closed Doors) Read Online Free
Author: Raven McAllan
voice really his? He needed to get a grip on his emotions.
"Never for nothing, but I do wish to see it finished." She sounded as disturbed as he.
Nash ran his hands over his head. He needed to stop them shaking. Then once more he bent to his task. When he'd finished, she rubbed her hands over the area.
"It feels so different, in a very good way. Now you?"
"Now me." He set the razor to his groin, and looked at his cock. It was once more standing up and pre cum had leaked onto the head. "I may need some help here." He gestured toward his prick, which waved as if in acknowledgement of his interest. "To ensure I don't ah, nick it or any such thing."
Madame Felice rolled her eyes. Even with only tiny holes cut in the mask the gesture was obvious. "Like this do you mean?" She set her mouth to the head and licked the juices there. The delicate scrape of her tongue was spine tingling. Nash could hardly remember what he was supposed to be doing.
"Not if you want me to finish the inking," he managed to say.
She lifted her head, and his cock slipped out of her mouth with a tiny pop. "A pity, I was beginning to enjoy myself. Perhaps we will both be better satisfied if I just hold it," she paused. "For now."
"Perhaps. Please." He couldn't form any more words in a coherent form, as she took hold of his horn, and held it firmly with both hands.
"Concentrate, 'tis your turn to be prepared." She lifted one finger and waggled it at him. "Then we can both be rewarded."
Nash took a deep breath and steadied himself, before he set the razor to his skin once more and made short work of his removing his own hair. Satisfied, he set the cutthroat and strop back onto the table. "So what are we inking?"
"Two hearts entwined." She sniggered. "Ah so trite, but oh so true. You have made me realize I have one, and now I have shared it."
If he hadn't been entranced with her, that sentence would have done it. As it was an inferno of sensations filled him, and he vowed he would find out more about his lady. The words 'his lady' hit him. He knew they were true.
She touched his arm. His cock jerked and protested at the reduction in contact.
"I'm ready."
So was he and not just for a tattoo.
"Then try to relax." With careful precision he set the needle to her skin. Her fingers tightened on his cock, and she gasped and bit her lip but didn't move.
"It will sting," Nash warned her. "And I will need to break the skin many times." He inserted the ink into the tiny needle prick, and made several more before she had time to voice her thoughts. Her hands were tight, but not uncomfortable on him.
"It is a sweet sting, My Lord. It marks me as proud to be as one with you." Her softly spoken words filled him with a fierce heat. He needed her again. But not, he vowed, until they were both inked. Then to spare their marks he would show her how many other ways there were to make love.
Nash bent his head and applied himself to his task.
Chapter Two
"Felicity, do hurry up. Welland is waiting for us." Lady Judith Welland's voice was petulant. Felicity Oakley sighed. Church had seemed interminable. The building was chilly, the sermon was long and didn't hold her interest, and the hassock lumpy. Now she was outside in the fresh air she was in no hurry to exchange it for the stuffy house of her cousin, the tedious lectures, and subtle determination of Judith and her husband.
It was becoming ever more impossible not to demand to return to London every day. Not that it would do her any good . She felt as if her voice was unheard, and she herself invisible. Maybe she'd wake up and find she was back home in Yorkshire, with her horses and her dogs? It was so long since she'd been there. Her home seemed like a fond memory. Felicity's papa was adamant she could dally no longer. She needed to be out and about in the ton, even if technically she was seen to be on the shelf. It didn't matter how often she'd said she was happy single and in the country, he ignored
"Never for nothing, but I do wish to see it finished." She sounded as disturbed as he.
Nash ran his hands over his head. He needed to stop them shaking. Then once more he bent to his task. When he'd finished, she rubbed her hands over the area.
"It feels so different, in a very good way. Now you?"
"Now me." He set the razor to his groin, and looked at his cock. It was once more standing up and pre cum had leaked onto the head. "I may need some help here." He gestured toward his prick, which waved as if in acknowledgement of his interest. "To ensure I don't ah, nick it or any such thing."
Madame Felice rolled her eyes. Even with only tiny holes cut in the mask the gesture was obvious. "Like this do you mean?" She set her mouth to the head and licked the juices there. The delicate scrape of her tongue was spine tingling. Nash could hardly remember what he was supposed to be doing.
"Not if you want me to finish the inking," he managed to say.
She lifted her head, and his cock slipped out of her mouth with a tiny pop. "A pity, I was beginning to enjoy myself. Perhaps we will both be better satisfied if I just hold it," she paused. "For now."
"Perhaps. Please." He couldn't form any more words in a coherent form, as she took hold of his horn, and held it firmly with both hands.
"Concentrate, 'tis your turn to be prepared." She lifted one finger and waggled it at him. "Then we can both be rewarded."
Nash took a deep breath and steadied himself, before he set the razor to his skin once more and made short work of his removing his own hair. Satisfied, he set the cutthroat and strop back onto the table. "So what are we inking?"
"Two hearts entwined." She sniggered. "Ah so trite, but oh so true. You have made me realize I have one, and now I have shared it."
If he hadn't been entranced with her, that sentence would have done it. As it was an inferno of sensations filled him, and he vowed he would find out more about his lady. The words 'his lady' hit him. He knew they were true.
She touched his arm. His cock jerked and protested at the reduction in contact.
"I'm ready."
So was he and not just for a tattoo.
"Then try to relax." With careful precision he set the needle to her skin. Her fingers tightened on his cock, and she gasped and bit her lip but didn't move.
"It will sting," Nash warned her. "And I will need to break the skin many times." He inserted the ink into the tiny needle prick, and made several more before she had time to voice her thoughts. Her hands were tight, but not uncomfortable on him.
"It is a sweet sting, My Lord. It marks me as proud to be as one with you." Her softly spoken words filled him with a fierce heat. He needed her again. But not, he vowed, until they were both inked. Then to spare their marks he would show her how many other ways there were to make love.
Nash bent his head and applied himself to his task.
Chapter Two
"Felicity, do hurry up. Welland is waiting for us." Lady Judith Welland's voice was petulant. Felicity Oakley sighed. Church had seemed interminable. The building was chilly, the sermon was long and didn't hold her interest, and the hassock lumpy. Now she was outside in the fresh air she was in no hurry to exchange it for the stuffy house of her cousin, the tedious lectures, and subtle determination of Judith and her husband.
It was becoming ever more impossible not to demand to return to London every day. Not that it would do her any good . She felt as if her voice was unheard, and she herself invisible. Maybe she'd wake up and find she was back home in Yorkshire, with her horses and her dogs? It was so long since she'd been there. Her home seemed like a fond memory. Felicity's papa was adamant she could dally no longer. She needed to be out and about in the ton, even if technically she was seen to be on the shelf. It didn't matter how often she'd said she was happy single and in the country, he ignored
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