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breast, and she wanted to arch into it. “I want to render you unusable for Marblethorpe’s little game. I want to get in bed with you and make love to you until you weep with pleasure, and then I want to do it all over again. And the thing is, my innocent little angel, that you really want it too. You just don’t recognize it.” He pushed her hair away from her face in a gentle caress.
    â€œYou’re wrong.”
    He leaned over her and pressed his lips to the corner of her eye, a light, butterfly kiss. “Of course you’d say that.” His smile was self-deprecatory.
    â€œI do recognize it.”
    He froze, as if he couldn’t believe what she’d said. It was no wonder—she couldn’t believe it either. All she knew was that if he pulled away from her now she would die.
    â€œWell,” he said after a long moment. “Then what are we going to do about this, Miss Strong?”
    She reached up and cupped his face between her hands. Bad things had happened to him since she’d once fallen in love with him, turning him cynical, but in truth she was a constant soul. When she fell in love it was forever, and in fifteen years the one thing that hadn’t changed were her feelings for him. If this was the only way she could have him then she’d take him this way. “I think we are going to render me unusable for tonight’s ceremony.”
    For a moment he didn’t move. And then he leaned over and kissed her softly at first, and she wanted to cry from the sweetness of it. And then he deepened the kiss, his mouth open, and he used his tongue, shocking her, arousing her. Her hands were clutching his shoulders, and she touched his tongue with hers, shivering in response. Her breasts felt swollen, sensitive, and she was wet between her legs. She didn’t know why, all she knew was that she wanted his hands on her, all over her. He touched her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples, and the heat inside her began to build. He slid her shift down, so that her breasts were exposed in the cool night air, and then he bent down, his tongue dancing across one breast, and she heard a quiet moan, one that had to have come from her.
    â€œYou’re beautiful,” he whispered against her skin, untying the corset and pulling it from her. “But I need to feed you more.”
    â€œI like to eat,” she murmured.
    â€œI was hoping you’d say that,” he said with a soft laugh, then moved to her other breast, sucking it into his mouth, and her moan was louder this time. “But we’ll save that for another time. Tonight we’ll concentrate on you.”
    She had no idea what he was talking about, but whatever it was sounded wicked and wonderful. The petticoat was off her now, and all that was left was her shift and her drawers. And then they were gone as well, and she was naked beneath him, as he moved his mouth down her body, letting his tongue dip into her navel. “You taste like roses,” he murmured. “I like that.”
    â€œGood,” she said in a strangled voice, as he slid his fingers into the curls between her legs. Of course he was going to touch her there—that was how it was done. But she knew she was wet, and she suddenly felt very shy.
    But he’d already slid his hand lower, and she felt his fingers lightly touching the most secret parts of her, and it was too late. “You’re wet,” he said, rubbing his face against her stomach. “I love it.”
    All right, she thought. Then maybe the wetness wasn’t a bad thing. He slid one finger into her, and she arched up, understanding why. He brought it out and put two in, spreading the moisture around, touching her, stretching her, getting her used to the feel of his hand, before she got used to the feel of his penis.
    His thumb brushed against something, and she cried out in surprise as a rush of pleasure surged through her. She reached for