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spread through her pelvis.
    Nothing could ever dampen her carnal urges.
    She should not nurture such thoughts and feelings. She should resist all sensual pleasure. Didn’t she want to recover? Dr. Meeker was trying to help her. But she had to do her part. She had to become pure again.
    Her channel clenched, sending a stronger wave of pleasure up through her belly. Wetness trickled from her sex and a thrill of anticipation made her heart speed even more.
    On her belly now, pressing her legs together, she took a deep, ragged breath. Then she lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder at the door.
    They would return. Soon.
    Privacy.
    She had never appreciated it until it became such a rarity in her life.
    They would come back to dress her in a heavy flannel nightdress and button her from neck to toe—as though that could discourage her bad habits.
    Would that it could. Wicked thoughts.
    She spent her nights in an agony of lust.
    Desire wove in and out of her dreams, making her restless, making her toss and turn and kick the coverlet off.
    So they dosed her with generous amounts of laudanum.
    They watched her. They never left her unsupervised at bath time. And later, when she came to bed to sleep, they watched her. Mrs. Tibbs slept beside her. The woman seemed to sleep with one eye open, alert for the slightest sign of impure behavior.
    A stolen moment like this was her only chance.
    Tingling heat went twisting through her belly. Oh heavens, seeing James again. Now that was something bound to give any woman wicked thoughts.
    Her flesh clenched again, more fiercely this time. Wetness flooded from her core. She closed her eyes and tried to force down the thoughts. Crossed her legs and tried to choke off the sensations.
    But she could still see his face, lean and handsome with his strong jaw and sensual yet firm mouth. He was so strong. His hand had gripped hers so firmly. He had held her fast, not allowing her to escape.
    She hadn’t wanted to run.
    She had been glad, very glad that he had held her there, if only for a few moments.
    But that had been wicked!
    Oh, oh, oh… wave after wave of tingling heat went surging through her belly. Into her sex. She rolled onto her back then hugged herself. Her nipples beaded and her breasts ached and ached and ached. For touch.
    She couldn’t hold the tide back. Wetness flowed between her legs. Just the feel of it, the naughty feel of it, aroused her further.
    She put her palms flat on her stomach.
    She shouldn’t do it!
    Only a few more moments and her maids would be back and she would have to stop.
    She should hold back. Bloody chance…
    She touched her wet, heated flesh, pressing her fingers into herself.
    A feeling of warmth swelled deep, deep in her belly. She arched her hips and gasped, moving her fingers faster as anticipation made her breaths come faster. Wetness drenched her fingers.
    What was it like to have a man do this with his cock?
    Oh, oh, oh…
    Was that what it took?
    Was that what she needed?
    She hated her virginity as never before. Frustration bore on her as never before.
    Need pounded through her, her heart’s violent beat making her feel as though her ears would explode.
    She spread her fingers, trying to make them feel like a man’s width. She pressed up against her walls, finding that one place where it felt the best.
    Now, now, now…yes, now!
    It was really going to happen.
    Yes, yes, now …
    She pressed the fingers of her other hand to her straining nub, rubbed fiercely whilst still stroking herself inside, her movements becoming faster and faster. She licked her lips and swallowed back a moan. Her flesh began to pull tighter and tighter. Oh, she hadn’t felt excitement like this in a long, long, long time. Not since…
    No!
    Don’t think…
    Just feel.
    Feel.
    Yes, yes…pleasure quivered through her, so intense that it took her breath. Then she was breathing faster and faster, helplessly cast higher and higher and higher into that familiar swirling