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Sabrina smiled. How readily she did it now. Boldly, she drank him in, her gaze lingering on his erect cock. “As is every part of you. Is this where I ask shyly if that will fit inside me? Because surely it cannot.” She gave him a wink and a deep-throated laugh. “Miss Featherstone said the same to Sebastian.”

“You’ve become such a tease. A vixen. And I love it.” He fisted his prick. “This is yours. To bring you pleasure. Never to hurt or humiliate. I mean it, my darling.”

She stepped forward, laid her hand on top of his and gave him a squeeze. “My darling.”

He kissed her again as they both stroked him, inching closer to the narrow bed. One day, if all worked out according to his deepest hopes and desires, he would have her in his large bed at Wollstonecraft Hall.

They lay upon the bed, kissing, caressing, and stirring the passion to full boil. One of his hands slid between her legs. Wet. Damn it all, he couldn’t wait. He rolled on top of her, raising himself up by his arms, and gazed down at her. Skin against skin. Heat. Fire.

First, he wanted her to come. Cry out, writhe under his ministrations. Riordan began at the curve of her hip, laying kisses up her torso until his mouth locked onto her erect nipple. His other hand caressed her inner thigh, moving ever closer to the heart of her. Inserting two fingers, then three, he stroked, rubbing her nub while suckling madly at her breast.

Already she moaned, her face flushed. He pulled his mouth away far enough to say, “Do not suppress it, Sabrina. Demand I give you more.” He returned his attention to her breast, his tongue flicking the nipple and he stroked her faster.

Sabrina groaned, her hips rising off the bed. “More. Faster.”

That she vocalized her demands nearly made him come. He liked to talk during sex, always had. Perhaps it was the teacher in him. Describing and explaining what he wanted. What he would do to her. Then to follow through with a thorough demonstration.

With a widening of her eyes, she cried out, gasping for breath. “Oh, God, Riordan…” Her feminine core tightened and spasmed, her entire body shuddering with her release. Removing his fingers, he grasped his shaft and teased her entrance, then thrust in. Filling her as she still trembled with her release was damned astonishing. Her climax vibrated through him, to his very soul.

Starting with a slow pull and push motion, he increased the speed of his thrusts. Leaning forward, he wished to give her swollen nub the friction it needed to make her fly apart once more. The sounds and smells of sex filled his senses. The air fairly crackled with life and vibrancy. Colors swam in his vision.

With a moan, Sabrina trailed her hands down his arms, reached behind him, and grabbed his rear, pulling him in deeper. They moved together in perfect rhythm. Faster, until she cried out his name over and over, shuddering once again.

He was damned close. He was about to pull out, but Sabrina clutched him tight, holding him in place. “Don’t leave me. Stay.”

“If I do, we must stay married, do you understand?” Her father had crudely claimed she was barren, but he didn’t care one way or the other. But in case she wasn’t, he would not take the chance of getting her with child without the promise of his name and protection.

Leaning up, she bit his shoulder. “I understand. Come inside me.”

With a hoarse cry, he did, giving her all he was and ever hoped to be. Every muscle in his body contracted as the powerful force of his release made his heart pound. Gasping for air, he fell to her side, pulling her close into his embrace. He still shook and shuddered, completely awed by the experience. Completely in love with her.

They didn’t speak; they merely held each other until they both drifted off into a blissful sleep. When Riordan awoke, he gently positioned himself between her legs, bringing her awake with gentle kisses to her inner thighs.

“Riordan, what are you…oh!”

He licked her, then spread her folds. “If you do not like it, I will stop.”

“Is…is this the feasting?”

He laughed. “Let me guess. Sebastian did this to Miss Featherstone.” Sabrina nodded. “It most certainly is, my darling vixen.” He pushed his tongue inside her and she gasped. With a contented sigh, Sabrina grasped a handful of his hair, her hips rising with each stroke of his tongue. She was close; he recognized the signs. He rose to his knees and plunged inside her as she screamed his name over and over. Again he rode the waves of her pleasure, which fueled his to fiery heights.

He lost all control. Pounding fiercely, an animal growl escaped his throat as he reached his peak. Riordan collapsed next to her, taking great gulps of air.

“Is it always like that?” she asked.

“No. Only with you.”

Sabrina lay partly on top of him, stroking his damp chest. “Stay with me tonight. Sleep with me. I’ve never slept with a man before.”

Good. He would be the first to hold her through the night. A fleeting thought of the dead earl crossed his mind. Glad he’s dead. How dare he misuse and abuse this glorious woman? No one would ever harm her again. And if he had his way, they would spend every night lying in each other’s arms. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.

Chapter 23

When she awoke in the morning, Riordan had already departed for school, but he’d placed a note on the pillow: I owe you another kiss, my darling vixen, in a most intimate place. He had drawn a heart next to the words. Once Mary left after lunch, Sabrina carefully folded the small piece of paper and placed it between the pages of The Bold Seduction of Miss Featherstone.

She may not have said the words last night in response to his declaration of love, but she’d showed how she felt with her body—and the fact she’d allowed him to spill inside her. Before they fell asleep, he told her they had much to discuss tonight, hinting that, at last, he would reveal more about himself. She couldn’t wait.

With tea steeping on the stove, she tucked the book under her arm and settled on the chaise longue, curling her feet under her. Mittens meowed loudly, and Sabrina picked her up. The kitten settled in next to her, as she’d done the past few afternoons. Sabrina had no sooner read three pages when a pounding at the door interrupted her peace.