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Chastity rose from her chair. “I am no fool. I trust her.” She waved a hand. “I need to leave. I shall tell Mrs. Cooke that I must be with my mother and none shall be any the wiser.”
He shot up and grabbed her arm before she could walk away from him. What was he doing? She was right. She had to leave. It was what they had agreed and he could not let scandal haunt the doorstep of Heath Lodge. Any scrutiny of his life and people might discover his sister’s shame.
Even as she glared at him whilst he gripped her arm, thrills of need shot straight to his cock. It would be so easy to pull her tight against him…
Her eyes locked onto his, and she stepped so close to him that he could hear her breathing. “You need to let me go,” she whispered.
No.
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
God damn it, he needed to.
His heart pounded. Her lips, so soft and pillowy, were inches away from him. He craved the feel of her tongue against his, her teeth grazing his skin…
“Valentine?” She wriggled her arm against his hold.
Ah. She meant physically let her go. He eased his grip.
“Is something the matter?”
So much, but he did not know how to voice it. He’d continued to lie to her, hiding the fact Julian was his nephew for one. The urge to tell her all gnawed deep inside. Confess his every sin, haul her against him and tell her to stay.
Permanently.
But the only thing that had changed was him. Inside. With her, he didn’t feel jaded and tired. She made him come to life. That didn’t mean their lives were any different, though. If they ever found out what had happened to Julian, he’d return to the country and she’d revel in being back in Society.
He saw her throat bob. What did she want from him? For him to fall to his knees and beg her to stay? Or to tell her yes, go. Now, preferably, before he gave in.
Chastity looked up at him from underneath the fan of her lashes. He saw her lips part, heard the intake of breath. The light from the lamps danced over her skin.
One last farewell could not hurt, could it?
“Yes,” he uttered.
“Something is the matter?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?” she asked on a murmur.
“I never took you in the library.”
She gasped.
He could no longer deny himself. He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close, and breathed in the scent of her hair. He heard her breath hitch, felt her arch against him. Any remaining restraint shattered.
He kissed her, forcing her lips apart so he could lightly bite the bottom one, his tongue running along her teeth. The air between them thickened, and she was the only thing that mattered.
Valentine pushed her back until she was pressed against the table, and he forced her down, hovering over her as he kissed and gently bit the base of her neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she ran her fingers through his hair, tantalizing him further.
He pulled her back up so she was sitting on the table, and reached under her skirts, stroking the area between her legs. She tilted her head back, a deep moan making blood rush to his arousal, hardening it. He kissed her neck, her jawline, then her eyelids and forehead. He wanted to kiss every part of her, claim every inch.
“I cannot wait,” he told her.
“Do not.” She gripped his arms, digging her short nails into them.
As he kissed her, he pulled down his trousers and pushed up her dress, placing the head of his cock between her legs and stiffening as he entered her. She adjusted her position, lifting to sitting on the table before moving rhythmically against him, one leg wrapped around his waist while the other propped on the chair, keeping her open wide for him.
He pulled her tightly to him, holding on as if his life depended on it while they moved together, perfectly in sync. Their eyes locked, and for a long, intimate moment, held as he thrust himself deeper inside her. The table rocked beneath them with his lunges and a book slid off the edge, thudding to the floor. He could scarcely care. Not when he had this wild, wonderful woman in his arms.
She suddenly gasped and tightened her grip on his shoulders, her brows creasing, her mouth gaping open as she tried to quietly experience her peak.
Seeing her in the throes of passion, he let himself go, growling as he pounded hard into her. He moved faster with hard, quick thrusts, and Chastity gasped out his name as another orgasm took over.
Jaw clenched, he pushed hard into her a few more times before spilling on the inside of her thigh, the sensations so strong he trembled from head to toe. She smoothed her hands up and down his arms. He met her gaze once the pleasure had ebbed.
They both knew it—this was it, their sordid affair was over.
But he could no longer imagine a life without Chastity in it.
