The Earl’s Spark – Heart’s Compass Read Online Aliyah Burke

Categories Genre: Erotic, Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
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Stopping off at the baker’s, she knocked and smiled when Georges answered.

“Morning, Fyre.”

“Georges. I know it is early but I wanted to see if you were still willing to rent out that small place?”

“I am. Are you sure you want to take it?”

“I am positive.”

He smiled at her, the aged wrinkles in his face making her want to hug him. The man never failed to set her at ease.

“Marta was hoping you would be interested. She was not comfortable with having a man rent it as she is alone much of the time.”

“I would be happy to keep an eye on her.”

He opened the door and gestured. “Come in and we will eat fresh bread while we work out the details.”

Chapter Three

Her hands smoothed down his back, short nails digging into his skin as she tugged him closer. She arched her hips, taking him in deeper.

More.

He craved more of her. More of the moans. Groans. Mewls. Begging. Panting. Sweat. The way her slit clamped on his cock while he thrust deep inside her heat.

Dipping his head, he feathered kisses along her cheek until he could once again capture her mouth. Her flavor burst over his tongue as he drove it into her at the same pace as his hips delivered his shaft.

Silvered moonlight surrounded them, making her skin gleam with a softness that could have taken his heart if it hadn’t already been given. To her.

Legs high up around his waist, she undulated and rolled her hips, taking him deep and keeping up with every powerful stroke. He flexed the hand buried in her hair, holding her head where he could plunder her mouth as he wanted.

Fast, slow, deep, shallow. He couldn’t contain his movement.

Sweat ran down his skin, dropping onto the woman beneath him. Her eyes were nearly closed, but she watched him. He knew this because she made his blood burn when she watched him.

He dragged the hand that wasn’t sunk into her thick hair down her side, over the swell of one soft breast, moving along after pinching her nipple—an act that had another sharp gasp leaving her throat as her internal muscles gripped him harder.

Need hummed in his veins, popping and sizzling like lightning in a storm, and he knew he hovered along the edge of losing his control. He dipped his head and nipped at her lower lip after pulling back to stare down at her.

It wasn’t fair—her flawless skin, thick lashes. Full, pillowy lips that had enticed him from the moment he’d first met her. Watching them widen as he slid his length between her legs only served to increase the pain of holding his orgasm at bay.

“Phillip!” Her cry came on the heels of her tossing her head back, exposing her delicate throat to his view.

He skimmed his fingers along her hips before pushing between them and finding the little swollen nub there. Phillip flicked it, loving the response she gave. Everything went tighter, and for a woman who was tight anyway, this was another level of torture for him.

He took a little bite of her neck, then kissed away the sting as she bucked beneath him.

“More. Oh God, I need… Phillip…”

“Give it to me.” He pinched her bundle of nerves and held on as she squirmed.

Her short fingernails tore into his skin, body arching as a cry exploded from her mouth, filling the night sky. The moment she crested he let go of her clit and she cried out once more, coming hard again.

Slamming his mouth over hers, he ate the remainder of her screams as he thrust once more, gripping her hip, and released deep inside her. He stayed deep, filling her with his seed, and for the first time in his life hoping he got a woman with child. Not just any woman. Her.

He longed to see her swollen with his seed. Carrying their child.

Phillip’s eyes shot open as he lay in his huge bed. Alone. Except for the hard length of his cock, throbbing and demanding relief. His heart pounded and he struggled to breathe.

“My lord.”

It wasn’t easy to ignore his thickness but he did, sitting up and making sure the length stayed covered.

“What?”

The servant who had walked in went by the name of Lloyd, but more than that didn’t come to mind because all his thoughts were still focused on the erection between his legs and the dream he’d been having.

“You have a visitor, my lord.”

Phillip exhaled sharply and pinched the bridge of his nose. He’d not even had his first meal.

“Who is here, Lloyd?”

The man pulled back almost like he’d been struck at the use of his name. But, Phillip had to admit, he recovered quickly.

“Fyre. She states the two of you have an appointment this morning.”

His blood burst with pops of pleasure. The struggle to keep his smile contained was a serious battle.



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