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Evie crushed her mouth to his, teasing him with her tongue, scraping his lips with her teeth. Gabriel undid the falls of his breeches and rubbed himself against her folds. Evie’s head fell back against the cool library door.
Gabriel bit on her neck and swiftly thrust his length inside her. Evie held on to his shoulders as he worked her, thrusting in and out, banging his pelvis into her. The door rattled on its hinges with every thrust.
“Touch me, Gabriel,” Evie moaned.
Gabriel placed a finger against the tiny nub above her center and circled it while continuing his wild movements with his hips.
With a short cry, Evie ascended into the realm of pure bliss. She sagged against the door, still clutching Gabriel close to her. Gabriel pinned her with his weight, holding her by her buttocks, his breath moving the hairs at the nape of her neck. They stood like that for a few moments, panting, breathing each other in, slowly coming back to earth.
All senses came rushing back to her as Evie heard strange sounds coming from the hall. It sounded like… a struggle?
“Gabriel, did you hear that?” she whispered.
“Hear what?” Gabriel’s voice was slightly slurred.
“Let me down.”
Gabriel withdrew his length, helped Evie adjust her clothing, and then buttoned his breeches. Evie heard the sounds again, and then a loud crack and a groan.
Evie looked at Gabriel, her eyes bewildered, before rushing out of the room. As she opened the door, a disheveled lady ran past her.Isabel? Evie was about to call after her, but she collided with Lord Stanhope. Gabriel instantly grabbed him by the scruff and threw him against the wall.
“What just happened here?” he asked.
Evie decided to leave her husband to deal with the earl while she turned back to Isabel. Not knowing that she wasn’t pursued anymore, Isabel ran as fast as she could. She turned left sharply just before reaching the ballroom doors.
Another shriek came and something resembling a grunt before a loud thud alerted Evie that Isabel had run into someone.
Evie picked up her skirts, but before she rounded the corridor, the door to the ballroom opened, and a couple of matrons turned into the hall Isabel had disappeared down.
“For shame!” one of the matrons exclaimed, and another one closed her eyes tight.
Evie reached the hall just at that moment and saw Isabel lying on top of a gentleman, her skirts raised above her knees, their limbs tangled. Her hair had collapsed out of her coiffure and covered the gentleman’s face.
“During the ball and right in the hall!” the matron continued.
Isabel whimpered as she tried to get up. The gentleman she’d collided with unceremoniously deposited her to the side, and Evie nearly screeched in surprise. It was the Marquess of Vane.
Gabriel reached Evie at that time. He looked at the couple on the floor, then at the matrons, and whistled low.
“I suppose our work here is done, Vane. Congratulations, we’ve just found you a wife,” he said cheerfully.
The End
