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Savage had interrupted her and announced his intention of kissing her. What else might he be encouraged to do? The conservatory was secluded away from the rest of the house, and even if she were to be caught with him, what did it matter? Her reputation was nothing to her anymore. It would not feed her brother when he was starving or keep her sisters warm when they were shivering with cold at night. She could well risk the loss of her reputation along with her virtue. Neither of them had done her any good till now.
     
    The wildness in her raged to be allowed to live one last time. Really live. With nothing left to lose, she could be a free spirit and choose her own path.

    She looked him straight in the eye, meeting his gaze full on. “I do want you to kiss me.” The words sounded strange to her ears, but she did not falter. They were so forward, so improper. But they were true. She wanted him to kiss her, and to do so much more.
     
    With a desperation borne of finality she leaned into him and pressed her lips against his. Her course was set. Nothing would sway her from it now.

     

    Dominic felt the pressure of her mouth against his with a surge of self-congratulatory triumph. Ah, he’d known all along she was well worth the pursuing. From the moment he’d first seen her, he’d sensed a reckless passion, a lust for life in her that would not easily be quenched. And now she was kissing him as if she was dying of thirst and he was a drink of cool water.
     
    He liked enthusiasm in a woman. Every woman had breasts to fondle, and legs to wrap around a man’s waist, and a cunt to welcome a man’s cock home. What set one woman’s loving apart from another’s was far more than the firmness or the ripeness of her body—it was the joy she both gave and took from their joining.

    Opening her mouth under his, she met his tongue with her own, kissing him fiercely, as if she wanted to devour him. He drank in her passion, welcoming her touch and urging her further down the path of desire. The world around him disappeared into the night—there was only Caroline and her touch and the sweetness of her kisses that existed for him.
     
    Soon enough her kiss failed to satisfy the growing urgency in his loins. He wanted—no, he needed—to get closer to her. He moved his hands from her face and caressed her throat with a delicacy that belied the strength of his fingers, then moved to cradle her breasts. They were delectable, like the rest of her. Even through the layers of her clothing he could feel their round pertness, begging for the touch of a man.

    He brushed his fingers over the tips of her breasts, and was rewarded by a gasp of pleasure and a redoubling of the intensity of her kiss. So, the sweet Caroline liked having her breasts fondled. He would remember that the next time he found himself alone in a conservatory with her.
     
    With his thumb and forefinger he massaged her nipples to hardness. To his surprise, she thrust her breasts forward into his hands, offering him no resistance at all.

    He mentally revised his plan in accosting her here. At first he’d thought only to ensure that she was not upset by the obvious defection of the Captain her lover, to dry her tears, and to steal a kiss if the occasion offered. Finding her so responsive, however, had put another idea entirely into his mind.
     
    He wondered if she was as warm and wet and willing as she appeared to be. His cock hardened almost painfully at the thought. If his luck was in, he’d get more than a kiss and a grope of her breasts in the darkness. If Caroline continued to prove this willing, he’d have her skirts in the air and be giving her a good hard fucking before the night was out.

    She responded to his hands on her breasts with caresses of her own, running her soft fingers down his neck and back, pulling him toward her to tighten their embrace.
     
    His cock, trapped as it was in his trousers, thrust into her stomach. Instead of pushing away such