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presence.
    “Oh, oh, Edward.” He had never seen her so beside herself. When he thrashed her she often became incoherent, but this was different. They were connected like never before. Her face creased but pleasure was rising in her faster than ever, and soon enough she opened her mouth as her climax raged around his hand.
    “Good?” he murmured.
    She was barely able to form words. “Indescribable. All from inside…all…” Her orgasms were normally centred from that little magical bud he knew so well, even when he fucked her with his cock, but this one was propelled from her cunt itself.
    Isabella gripped onto his wrist as it was jammed up into her, not wanting to relinquish him. “I can still feel it. Again, please, please, do it again.”
    He flexed and pumped his hand within her, building and building it. It didn’t take long. She came again spectacularly, this time wailing out so rapturously a flock of starlings flew up from a nearby fir.
    “Fuck, Isabella, I can feel that too. You’re amazing, you’re fucking incredible.” Still his hand worked her, still she rejoiced in her impalement on his arm.
    She came again within a minute.
     
    Four times Edward drew such extreme pleasure from her that he wondered if she could take it. Each time he felt the strength of her coming clench upon his fist. After the fourth orgasm she was so limp, so drained from constant rapture that he thought it best to withdraw. Carefully and exquisitely slowly, he pulled his hand out. It was soaked with her juices.
    He glanced up. She had drifted off to sleep. Edward gazed at her. In sleep, gone were the aristocratic airs and pinched expression of superiority. In sleep, she was as human as him. Isabella. He bent over and kissed her before lying down and placing an arm around her. His cock was still rock hard, but there were, occasionally, more important things.
    A short time later she awoke with a start, sitting up with a gasp. “What, my lady?” he asked instinctively.
    “Edward…it must be late. What time is it?”
    He glanced about. The position of the sun suggested around five o’clock. He stood quickly. “We’d best be getting back. Fuck. The Earl’ll be furious.”
    “Oh well. We’re used to that.” She smiled, taking hold of his hand and letting him pull her to her feet. “That was nice.”
    “Just nice?”
    “Very nice.”
    “Oh, come now, my lady, you can do better than that.”
    “Exquisite.”
    “And?”
    “Incredible.”
    “And?”
    “Unforgettable. Divine. Magnificent.”
    “You were coming like Stephenson’s Rocket, my lady.”
    “It was the best I’ve ever had, Edward.” She stepped in and stroked down his cheek, whispering against his lips, “The best I’ve ever had.”
    He cocked a dark eyebrow. “How did you keep yerself busy when I was away?”
    “You know how. You sanctioned it.”
    “Did I?”
    “Yes. I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t.”
    “You weren’t always like that. Nothing stopped you before.”
    “I know.”
    “So what’s different now?”
    She eyed him but gave no answer. “Come along. We must both be getting back.”
    They walked peacefully as the sun lowered and cast a deep burnished glow over the landscape. At one point Isabella let out a soft giggle.
    “What, my lady?”
    “This. You and I. Like village sweethearts.”
    “Do you like that idea, my lady?”
    Her face grew distant. “I can’t like any idea of the sort. I am the Countess of Atherton. I do not imagine such things.”
    “You could. Just this once.”
    She gave him a little smirk. “So…what would village sweethearts do when out for a walk?”
    “Well…they might…hold hands.”
    She laughed again, a genuine warm laugh that poured from her. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
    “Ladies do not ‘hold hands’. Not with their sisters or their cousins or their husbands.”
    “Well, I’m none of those, my lady.” And he held his hand out for her.
    Isabella gave him a weary