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feel the passage of his fingers over her. Her pearl had already hardened, and when he finally touched it, she nearly burst out of her skin. A cry tore from her chest, as her sex wound tight like a spring. The craving became unbearable. Only he could ease it, and surely he would soon end her agony.
    “You’re ready,” he said finally.
    Yes! Oh, please, now.
    When he parted her legs and settled himself between them, she held her breath. It would hurt. He was too big, but she needed every inch.
    As he pressed for entrance, she didn’t pull away. Pain cut through the pleasure, but she wouldn’t give in to it. He pushed again, harder, and this time, she rose to meet him. She whimpered as the barrier tore, and then, nothing separated them as he eased into her sheath.
    “Rosalind,” he whispered as he took her face between his hands and covered it with kisses. “Oh, my sweet wife.”
    Clutching his shoulders from underneath, she found the strength to lift her lips to his ear. “More.”
    “Oh, God.” He thrust his hips slowly, and her body stretched to accept him. She’d thought him too big, but in fact, he filled her perfectly.
    “So tight and wet.” He groaned, a dark sound laced with hunger. “So good.”
    “I want you.” Not love. Not yet. No thought, no intellect, just pure lust.
    He moved inside her…slow, even thrusts at first. Neither of them had patience for that, though, and soon, they were straining against each other. Grasping any flesh for an anchor as he moved faster, deeper, harder.
    The fire he’d set inside her hadn’t gone out but had only banked, waiting for its ultimate expression. It came to life again—the throbbing, the ache, the coiled need. The faster he went, and the harder, the closer he pushed her to the edge. Angling her hips for maximum contact, she met his thrust with her own.
    The madness washed over her, and her whole body tensed. Deep inside, her muscles clenched around him, and then she burst into climax. A full-throated shout filled the room—her own—as her sex convulsed around the whole of his length.
    His answer started as a growl and then became a yell of triumph. He slammed into her a few more times, and then his body stiffened. Inside her, his body released his seed, and though she couldn’t feel that directly, the shudders that wracked him allowed her to share his joy.
    They’d united. They’d become one being in those transforming moments. So, when they came back to reality, and even after he separated their bodies and pulled her against his chest, they hadn’t really parted.

Chapter Three
     
    “Richard, why does one of the bedrooms have bars on the window?”
    Her husband looked up from the ledger he’d been writing in and set his pen back into the stand. “Been exploring, have you?”
    “I hope that’s allowed. I am the duchess here.” Duchess. She’d deliberately used the word in her mind a dozen or more times a day since their wedding. It still didn’t register as real. Exploring the huge manor didn’t help. So many rooms. How could she even remember them all?
    “Of course.” He rose, went around the desk and leaned against the edge. “Come here, my little duchess.”
    When she did, he parted his legs and drew her between them so that he could embrace her, his face at the same level as hers. Grasping her hips, he pulled her closer. “Fallon is a very big place with a lot of secrets. Some of them involve me.”
    “Should we have secrets from each other?”
    “No, and we won’t.” His lips brushed hers in a brief kiss. She’d expected sex with the man, but the constant touching and innocent caresses made her glow inside. The fact that he could turn that glow into a flame at a moment’s notice was all the more astonishing.
    “Let me tell you one story at a time,” he said. “Once you’ve accepted that, I’ll move on to the next. Agreed?”
    “As long as I don’t have to wait for too long.”
    “Now then, we know why you married me,”