Marrying for Money Ch. 04

"Eliza, did you bring your cases with you?"

Eliza gave Leanna a cruel smile. "Yes, indeed. I asked to have them taken up to my usual room when I arrived. I'm so glad you invited me to come and stay with you until the baby is born."

Leanna gasped, and the other two women turned to stare at her. This latest news was simply too much to bear. It was bad enough to endure a dinner with Eliza, much less to have her ensconced in their home for the next several weeks while she diligently worked at seducing Trevor. Leanna had felt a slight headache building during dinner, and it was now a throbbing pain behind her eyes. She rose abruptly and excused herself from the women, ignoring Eliza's smug look, before crossing to where Trevor sat studying a chess board across from his brother. She placed a hand on his shoulder and he turned to her immediately.

"I'm really quite tired, and I'm going to retire for the evening," she murmured quietly.

Trevor rose at once, placing an arm around her waist. "I'll go with you." He turned to Steven. "Shall we finish this tomorrow?"

Steven nodded amicably and gave Leanna a conspiratorial wink. "That's fine, brother. See you both in the morning."

They excused themselves from the gathering and made their way, arm in arm up the curving staircase. Leanna was aware of Eliza's eyes boring into her back until they were out of sight. They reached their room, and Trevor closed the door behind him, as he watched his wife cross to the dressing table and sink onto the padded bench. She began to remove the pins from her hair, and he went to stand behind her, picking up the brush and applying it to her thick locks. His eyes met hers unwaveringly in the mirror.

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly.

"I'll admit, I'm a little shaken. I wasn't expecting to meet your former fiancée tonight, much less to have her staying with us."

Trevor frowned as he pulled the brush through her hair with relaxing strokes. "Neither was I. Apparently, Amanda invited her to come and stay a few weeks, most likely thinking there was a chance for some sort of reconciliation between us. Of course, she didn't know at the time that I was already married."

Leanna didn't answer his statement, and he continued to brush her hair in silence. He was surprised by his own feelings. He hadn't reacted to seeing Eliza again as he had always thought he would. While she was just as beautiful as he remembered, she didn't hold the same fascination for him that she had in the past. He had always thought of her as sweet, innocent and vulnerable. However, tonight she had shown herself to be shrewd, manipulative and extremely determined to get what she wanted. He wondered if he had ever truly known her. He couldn't avoid comparing her to his wife, and Eliza definitely came up lacking.

While Eliza was undeniably beautiful, Leanna was even lovelier, truly in a class by herself. His wife's physical beauty surpassed his every fantasy, but it was her character that really set her apart. He treasured Leanna for her sweet sincerity, her unfailing generosity and her honest commitment. He was beginning to see that those were qualities Eliza could never possess.

Leanna watched Trevor's expression in the mirror. He had frowned when she mentioned Eliza, and she couldn't help but wonder whether he was even now beginning to regret his marriage to her. If he had returned home unattached, surely he would have wished to rekindle their relationship, now that Eliza was available. Leanna's heart ached as she wondered what he was thinking. The last thing she wanted was to be a chain around his neck, but she didn't know if she had the strength or courage to offer him his freedom. Not only would a divorce be scandalous for both of them, it would break her heart.

Their eyes met in the mirror, and Trevor grasped her shoulders as he lifted her and turned her to face him. He sensed that Leanna was shaken by Eliza's presence, and he longed to reassure Leanna that he wanted only her. He wasn't quite ready to admit his feelings to her in words, but he could reassure her by demonstrating his physical devotion to her. He would make love to her so thoroughly that she would surely know how much he loved her.

Leanna held her breath, their faces mere inches apart. She hadn't intended to respond to his lovemaking, but she suddenly needed reassurance. She craved his touch, and she was powerless to resist the yearnings of her own heart and body. Even if he didn't return her love, she realized that she needed him desperately, and she held her breath as she waited for his next move.

"Is your head hurting very badly," he questioned softly, his eyes dropping to her breasts as he reached behind her to unfasten her gown.

"No," she whispered weakly, shivering in anticipation.

He opened the back of her gown and she assisted him as he pulled the sleeves down her arms and let the dress fall to her feet, where it landed in a soft puddle. Her corset and pantalets quickly followed, and his eyes were smoldering as he unhurriedly worked on the tiny buttons of her chemise. The backs of his fingers brushed her breasts and belly as he worked, leaving a trail of heated flesh in their wake.

When he had unbuttoned the garment all the way down the front, his eyes met hers for a long moment before dropping to her quivering breasts once again. He slowly separated the two sides, brushing them off her shoulders to let the filmy chemise join the other clothes at her feet. She stood before him, totally naked, except for her sheer stockings and lacy garters, as his smoldering eyes drank their fill of her lovely body. Looking over her shoulder, he could see the reflection of her flawless back in the full length mirror. His eyes devoured the sleek planes, the smooth globes of her bottom, and the graceful curves of her waist, hips and thighs. She was temptation incarnate, his ideal woman sent to drive him mindless with desire.

Trevor grasped Leanna's shoulders and turned her to face the long mirror, where she saw her reflection, bathed in golden light from the candles on the dressing table. Trevor stood in the shadows behind her, his hands gripping her waist as he watched her. The contrast of her nudity and his completely clothed body made shivers of excitement race down her spine. She felt like she was on display for him. His eyes told her that he knew she was his whore, and that she would be willing to do whatever it took to please him. Her nerves stretched taut beneath his prolonged inspection.

Trevor didn't touch her, but he took his time, assessing each one of her ripe curves thoroughly. The tension mounted until Leanna felt she could barely breathe. She watched his expression as he considered her naked form, and when his eyes finally returned to lock with hers, she could see stark, raw desire in the sapphire depths staring back at her. He could have asked anything of her at that moment, and she would have been powerless to refuse. Trevor came around to stand in front of her once more.

"I want you," he growled.

It wasn't a request. He was staking his claim on her. She was his, and he intended to have her, body and soul. His hands grasped her buttocks roughly, pulling her firmly against his muscular frame. She came into his embrace wantonly, arching her back over his arm and thrusting her breasts up for his pleasure.

Almost leisurely, as if he were determining the worth of her offering, Trevor ran a thumb around an impudent peak, watching her eyes go limpid with desire, watching his tanned fingers possessing the translucent perfection of her ivory breasts. Without warning, he swooped to devour one taut nipple, eliciting a gasp from Leanna as he raked his teeth across the sensitive flesh and kneaded the globes of her bottom in the searing palm of his other hand.

Heat welled up between them, threatening to consume them both as he boldly claimed her breast. He pulled hard on her nipple, using his teeth to send shards of white hot desire lancing through to the pit of her belly. Then he suckled sharply, drawing the entire nipple into the burning cavity of his mouth. Leanna moaned helplessly, her knees wobbled, and it was only his hand cupping her bottom that kept her from collapsing on the floor, as she wound her fingers through his hair and clutched him to her throbbing breast. She could feel wetness forming between her legs and running down her thighs. When she didn't think she could stand it for one more moment, when her nipple was aching and her pussy was slick and throbbing, he switched to her other breast to repeat the exquisite torture.

After eons of his sweet torment, when Trevor had finally satisfied his cravings for her breasts, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. She was mindless with need, and she writhed impatiently on the sheets as he slowly began to undress. He took his time, making her moan with frustrated desire as he toyed with her.

"What is it you want, my angel?" he taunted, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Oh please hurry, I want you," she moaned.

"Tell me specifically what you want," Trevor demanded, working on one cuff.

Leanna released another frustrated moan. "I want you…your cock…buried inside me."

"Tell me where you want my cock buried, my sweet," Trevor growled, unbuttoning the second cuff.

"Trevor, please hurry," she whimpered, writhing on the bed, her tits heaving delightfully with every panting breath. "I need your cock buried in my pussy."

"Show me your pussy, my sweet little whore. Show me where you want my cock." Leanna immediately spread her legs. "Wider," he demanded harshly. "Spread those thighs nice and wide so I can get a good look at your tight little pussy." When Leanna complied with a needy sob, opening her legs as wide as possible and arching her hips up toward him, Trevor smiled. "That's better. Now reach down and open those pussy lips and show me how wet you are."

Leanna bit her lip but did as he demanded while she pleaded with her eyes for him to hurry. She was so wet that they could both hear the sloshing sounds of her fingers sliding over her swollen folds. Her musky scent permeated the room, and Leanna moaned another plea as she lay bared for her husband. Trevor ignored her pleas, letting the moments stretch out as he thoroughly inspected her exposed pussy. He took his time, letting her know that he was in charge. When he finally met her eyes again, he grinned.

"How can I resist your request? That is, without a doubt, the prettiest little sopping wet pussy I've ever been offered. Since you're begging me to take it, I can't refuse."

Leanna blushed with a combination of shame and pleasure. She panted with excitement as she watched Trevor remove his trousers and crawl naked onto the bed. Without preamble, he knelt between her thighs and plunged into her scalding heat, growling with masculine satisfaction when he felt how tight and wet she was. Leanna closed around him like a velvet glove and clutched at him with both her legs and arms, greedy to have him deep inside her.

Trevor forced her to the limit as he possessed her body completely. He demanded, she gave. He craved, she appeased his hunger. He forced in deeper, her softness yielded. Only when he finally spilled himself inside her, letting his seed bathe her womb in a hot, pulsing flood was he satisfied. By her unquestioning surrender, she conquered him completely. As he lay heavy on her breast, panting from his exertions, he knew with certainty that no other woman would be capable of slaking his passion.

They got very little sleep that night, too engrossed in other activities. It was sometime in the wee hours before dawn when Leanna lay snuggled in her husband's warm embrace that she let silent tears slip out from beneath her lashes. She loved Trevor desperately, and she was suddenly very scared that she might lose him to Eliza. He had awakened desires in her that were so deep and so achingly raw, she didn't know how she could survive without him. If he should decide that he wanted Eliza instead of her, Leanna thought it just might kill her.

Their lovemaking tonight had been the most scintillating and passionate of any during their marriage. Trevor had driven them both to exhaustion, taking her on an extended tour of the heights of physical pleasure. It was almost as if he had been obsessed, trying to prove something to her. Or had he been trying to prove something to himself? Was he using her to blot out the hurts of the past? Lying in his arms, completely spent, Leanna couldn't help but wonder whether Trevor had been making love to her while trying to banish the memory of his former fiancée.