Chapter 2
Edward watched his wife sleep. Katherine was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known, and from the moment he’d first seen the young widow last autumn he’d vowed he’d make her his.
Her ebony hair spread out on the pillow, and he rubbed his thumb and forefinger through the soft tresses. Her dark lashes contrasted against the paleness of her cheeks. He ought to let her sleep he supposed. It would be the noble thing to do.
His gaze drifted to the tops of her breasts rising and falling under the thin sheet covering her. The outline of an erect n****e was visible. Surely, it was asking to be touched.
Edward reached beneath the sheet covering his own body and grabbed his hard c**k. He rubbed the liquid forming into the tip, barely stifling the groan trying to escape his lips. Strok
