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just occurred with Christell and still reeling with shock at discovering her beau’s true identity, Ella allowed James to whisk her away, through dozens of narrow corridors and up fleets of stairs until they arrived in the most lavishly appointed bedroom she had ever seen.
    “Wow – is this your bedroom?”
    “No,” he said with that infuriatingly smug grin on his face. “This is our room – or it will be when we are married.”
    She folded her arms across her chest. “We’re not getting married, Prince Boy.”
    “Yes we are,” he refuted, closing the gap she had created between them. “You and I are going to get married and live happily ever after.”
    Before she could slap him, James dropped to one knee. All arrogance gone, he gazed up at her with real intensity. “Ella,” he began, taking her hand, “I know I never told you the truth…”
    “You lied to me.”
    He sighed. “Yes, indirectly I suppose I did lie but it was only because I was scared it would spoil things between us if I told you the truth. I fell in love with you the minute I saw you in the forest and I wanted to give you the chance to fall in love me , James, and not Prince Charming.”
    “What? You think I’m that shallow?” she snapped, outraged he could think such a thing.
    “Of course I don’t, not now, but don’t forget I didn’t know you, not then. For all I knew you could be as shallow and egocentric as most of the other women in this land. At least the ones I’ve, err, had dealings with. But you’re none of those things. You’re beautiful inside and out.” He flashed his white teeth at her. “Believe me, I can’t wait to feel how beautiful you are inside too.”
    “Pervert.”
    “So what do you say? Will you marry me?”
    She longed to accept his proposal but she was damned if she was going to say yes. Not yet. Not until she’d let him stew for a bit. His ego could do with a bit of uncertainty. “I’ll think about it.”
    James dropped her hand and reached down to cup her ankle. “Do I need to convince you?”
    “And how are you going to do that?”
    “I have means,” he purred, stroking the calf of her leg and pressing his head to her belly. “If we marry, we can make love as often as you want.”
    A thick rush of heat swirled through her veins and spread out to her loins. She sucked in a breath. “You’re not playing fair,” she said, holding onto his head for support as her legs had weakened. Unable to resist she cradled his skull, raking her fingers through the thick, silky hair.
    Slowly his hand traced up her leg, caressing her thigh. “You can stay here at the palace with me until we marry,” he murmured, planting kisses over the silk material covering her belly and nuzzling upwards until he reached the soft flesh of her cleavage.
    “What about the undead?” she gasped, blinking to keep her vision. She gasped again as his wandering hand reached the top of her thigh.
    He threaded his fingers through the pubic hair between her legs. “Very naughty,” he said with murmured approval. “And don’t worry about the undead. There has been a change of plan.” Slowly he inserted a finger into the velvety warmth. “Merlin will be here in the morning and will place an enchantment around the palace that will keep them out. You and all the other women and children will stay here until they have been destroyed.”
    Ella was only half listening, too busy concentrating on keeping herself upright to respond verbally. When he found the nub of her pleasure, she gave in to the assault on her senses, whimpering as he rubbed it gently.
    “Kiss me,” she said breathily, suddenly consumed with need for him. For all his subterfuge, she still hungered for him. “Please James, kiss me.”
    Keeping his hand locked on her groin, James used his free hand to rip the top of her bodice open, freeing her breasts.
    He eyed them appreciatively. “They’re perfect,” he said, before dipping his head and capturing a puckered