Chapter 12

Norman did not care. This young fraudster wanted to savor that delightful bouquet again, it wanted her fluid warmth inside him. It wanted her climax. He wanted her. His thought both irritated and stimulated the countess. She crouched back at him and leveled her folds hard to his mouth. In minutes she flared into her peak, brushing almost bitterly over his whole face, shoving it under the water.

He nudged up at her, swallowing greedily and thrashing. She wailed above him, ear-splitting even under the water. Just as his perception twinkled and his limbs jerked stiffly, she stood and he spluttered to the surface, gasping and strangling. She eyed him, fingers cupped over her folds, shuddering feverishly as she swerved to face him. She replanted her feet on either side of his hips. "Darling, I will kiss you, beautiful fraud, and you will get your strength back. If you so wish, then you may flee, change your paths, and survive a comfortable life. Alternatively, I will give you the o