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“Good. By the time we are finished, there will be
nothing left of you,” she threatened.
“Promise?” His lips grazed down her bosom.
They fell on the bed in a tangle of arms, legs, skirts and steam. In between kisses, they tore at their clothes, exploring every inch of delectation the fabric uncovered. He grazed her neck; she caressed his hair-sprinkled chest. Her legs cradled him; his arms banded her. Her spine arched into him; his bent over her. Impatient male hands plucked at pins while her lips savoured his shoulder. Their ragged breaths, sighs, and moans showed how they had ached for each other. Their bodies declared their love. Their skin pronounced their pleasure. Their hands worshipped each other with exhilaration.
Undressed, at last, they tangled each other in between the sheets. Their kisses were passionate and tender. Their caresses desperate and full of longing. Their words promised and exposed their feelings.
Edmund rasped his stubble down her neck, the top of her breasts. “Hell, I missed your breasts!” His mouth latched on one, and his hand covered the other as he groaned.
Her head fell back with a moan. “Only my breasts?”
While he shifted from one to the other, he answered. “No. I will show you what else in a moment.”
His adoration went lower still. As he found her centre, she saw what other places he missed. Those lips savoured her with gusto, taking her to an inferno of hunger. They were so hot for each other that she fell over the precipice too quick for her taste.
He came over her, his bunched arms about her waist. In one sleek, deep thrust, he joined their starved bodies.
“Oh, here’s what I missed,” she teased him.
He looked at her through the fog of his passion with a side smile. “Only this?”
“Well, some other parts, too,” she jested as her palms covered his buttocks.
He thrust deeper, and she lost her speech entirely.
They moved, they murmured words of love, of lust. They groaned and panted. They held each other tight. They locked eyes and each other’s heart.
Edmund watched her as he drove her to ecstasy again. “I love you, Siren.” And then, he lost control and let passion rule. She arched into him, sought completion. And she found it, exploding in a million pieces. Her moans and her body milked him as he thrust the deepest and poured all he had in her with a wild groan.
When he collapsed on her, seeking refuge in the curve of her neck, she held him tight. “I love you, Edmund.”
EPILOGUE
Two years later
Edmund sat in the drawing room during reluctant calling hours for the unique reason his Countess had asked it of him.
These had been the most blissful two years of his life. He and his wife spent most of the year in the manor where she felt at home and had made a home for him, with him. They came to town only sporadically to keep their social connections. His woman had been regaling him with so much devotion and sensuality he did not know how he lived without them and her for so long.
When they announced their nuptials, the Dowager Marchioness did not show empathy towards it since a prospect to her granddaughter did not come to fruition. But she did not have the luxury to give a cut direct to a mighty Earl and his Countess. Along these years, however, the good relations were restored.
He made himself focus on the guests.
On one settee, sat Oliver and Joshua. On another, Celia and Bridget. The Earl took the cup of tea from his wife’s hands wondering why a valet and a chaperone-turned-lady’s-maid also sat with them. The Viscount married Lady Celia shortly after Edmund and Otilia used their special license. But the Carltons had been doing the rounds in the continent since then, having returned mere weeks ago.
Otilia sat by her husband and started the so far non-existent conversation. “You never told me how it happened, Oliver.”
“To be honest, it was Celia’s doing.” He directed a respectful gaze at the Viscountess.
“I sensed a kindred spirit in Lord Carlton,” Celia said.
“She proposed a deal,” Oliver complemented. “We would marry if she could bring Bridget to live with us. As my wife, she would provide the heir and spare I needed.”
Edmund looked at the four of them intrigued. Why would they need a ‘deal’?
“How smart of you, Lady Carlton.” Otilia gave her a friendly smile.
