Lord Savage

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Author: Mia Gabriel
Tags: Fiction, General, Erótica, Romance, Historical, Regency, 20th Century
she exclaimed. “Why—why, I have always attended you, ma’am!
     It’s not proper for a lady of your station to travel alone, not at all. How can this
     Lady Carleigh expect you to—”
    “Hamlin, that is enough,” I said firmly. “You will remain here at the Savoy, while
     I will be making the journey to Wrenton by train, unaccompanied, the way hundreds
     of other women do every day without incident.”
    “But they’re not you, ma’am,” Hamlin insisted. “Not you.”
    “Hamlin, I am perfectly capable of— Yes?”
    “These arrived for you, Mrs. Hart.” One of my other servants appeared in the doorway,
     holding an enormous crystal vase of roses.
    “How lovely!” I exclaimed, grateful for the interruption.
    I leaned over the vase, breathing deeply of the flowers’ fragrance. The roses were
     as lush as velvet, and so deep a red as to be almost black. Tucked among the stems
     was an envelope, and with my heart racing with anticipation, I slipped my finger under
     the flap to open it.
    The roses could have been sent by any number of people—friends, acquaintances, even
     the hotel itself—but I dared to hope they’d be from one gentleman in particular.
    Ever since the night of Lady Carleigh’s ball, I’d played my dance with Lord Savage
     over and over in my head, wishing I’d been more witty, more charming, less shocked
     by all he’d said and done. I thought of myself as a lady who was always composed and
     in control, and yet in the course of a single dance he had ruffled me, unsettled me,
     rattled me in ways I’d never expected.
    I couldn’t recall another man who had radiated power and confidence in such a sexual
     manner, and I’d been drawn to him so completely that I almost felt as if I’d had no
     choice in the matter. He’d called it kismet, or fate, and though I’d tried to dismiss
     his words as the sort of pretty emptiness that men say while dancing, with him it
     had sounded like the purest truth. I scarcely knew him, and yet I felt as if we’d
     known each other forever.
    When he’d guessed—for it had to have been a guess—that I was not a woman with scores
     of friends, I’d been stunned by his accuracy. A renegade, that’s what he’d called
     me. If I were honest, I liked the sound of that, the hint of danger that he’d added
     to the word. But what I’d liked more was that he’d confessed he was the same, a strange
     thing to share, and yet perfect because he’d said it.
    I had always been alone, one more product of my suffocating, solitary childhood, and
     apart from the rest of my equals even as I’d stood among them. I’d also accepted that
     no one else felt the same. But to hear Lord Savage say the same of himself, a casual
     fact shared while we danced, had been exhilarating—yet almost frightening as well,
     because he’d made me feel dangerously vulnerable. It was as if he’d been able to look
     past my well-crafted, jewel-covered facade and see me as I really was.
    There’d been danger in his sexual presence, too, a danger that had been equally irresistible.
     He hadn’t been coy, and he hadn’t been flirtatious. Instead, he’d stated his physical
     desire for me and frankly described mine for him. He had used words no gentleman should
     use to a lady, and yet from him they had sounded right, even as they’d shocked me,
     and excited me, too.
    No, he excited me, shamelessly and without apology. Over and over, I’d imagined myself
     as the woman with him in the garden: her hips that he’d caress with a mixture of reverence
     and possession, her fingers clutching tight to the bench with her legs spread wide,
     the better to feel the full force of his cock.
    I thought endlessly of how he’d pushed her hard against the bench with each thrust,
     how his fingers had dug into her hips to keep her steady, how she’d matched each of
     his primal groans with a cry of her own. Was it wrong to want that, too? He would
     be the one man who’d show me the
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