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The image of Lord Lulworth’s hand against Hermione’s was still there in his mind. He felt burned by it.
“Would you ever leave me?” The question fell from his lips before he had really thought about it. The moment the words were out, he walked hurriedly away from the door, around the desk, as though he could walk away from the words themselves.
“Antony? Is that what you think?” Hermione asked with panic in her voice. She followed him around the desk. As he sat in the chair, she stopped in front of it, looking down at him. “Why do you think I would leave you?”
“Sometimes people do leave,” he said, trying to sound impassive, as if the words didn’t matter to him, although they greatly did.
“Your mother…” Hermione paused. “She told me your last betrothed ran away.”
Antony jerked straight in his seat, startled his mother had told his secret. “I will be having words with her later for that.”
“Do not be angry with her,” Hermione pleaded. “She told me because she thought it was for the best. She was trying to help you.”
Antony couldn’t answer, not straight away. He rested his elbows on his knees anxiously, and laid his chin in his hands, unable to settle. “Who was she?” Hermione asked softly.
“Lady Dianne Rochford.” The name came from him without much pain. “I did love her,” he said with a deep sigh, “then she ran off, and it showed me how painful love can be. That’s when I vowed never to marry.”
“Because of her? Or because you didn’t want to get hurt again?”
“Because of the hurt,” he answered honestly. It didn’t feel so scary to tell Hermione the truth now, not after all that they had shared together. “Now, if it is possible, I think I love you even more.”
“I wouldn’t ever leave you,” she said softly, though there was an intensity to those words.
“You wouldn’t?” he asked, glancing back to the door. “Lord Lulworth is certainly still following you with his eyes–”
“I never loved him.” Her words startled him so much that he jerked further forward in the chair.
“What?”
“I never loved him,” she said again. “I was happy to marry him. He offered a comfortable life that I thought would keep me secure and make my father happy, but I never loved him. I loveyou.”She reached out toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I am not going anywhere, you fool.”
“You call me a fool a lot, you know,” he said, with a small smile peeking through on his cheeks.
“Well, you deserve it,” she said with a laugh. “I made a vow in church to love you until the day I day. Strangely enough, I intend to keep that vow– Ant–!” He cut her off mid-sentence, pressing his lips to hers.
He wasn’t going to lose her, and he would never have to go through that heartbreak again.
He urged the kiss deeper and deeper until he was pulling her up from the floor and onto his lap in the chair. Hearing her breathy moans between their kisses spurned him on. He didn’t want to leave this moment. As he moved his kisses from her lips, down her neck and across her collarbone, those breathy moans she was making grew in intensity.
“You have a guest… We should be getting back to him,” she said between breaths.
“He can wait. Leave him there for all I care,” he said, not caring in the slightest anymore about Lord Lulworth.
He adjusted Hermione’s legs around him, so that she was straddling him in the chair, and he began to pull up the skirt of her dress, needing her. When she took the cue, she went to help him with the skirt, apparently just as eager. “You are as impatient as I am,” he said, chuckling.
“No doubt about that,” she said, as he lifted her off the chair. With one arm around her waist, he used the other to push the paper, ink pots and quills off his desk, hardly caring if some of them dropped to the floor in a mess. With the desk free, he placed Hermione down on the desk and leaned over her, kissing her again.
As the kiss grew more heated, with Hermione reaching her hands up to thread in his hair, he couldn’t wait any longer. He reached down and unbuttoned his trousers then reached forward, finding her center. He only had to touch her there to feel she was wet and ready for him. He took hold of her hips, pulled her to the very edge of the desk and lined himself up then pushed inside of her.
The way she gasped and tipped back her head was as amazing to him as the feeling they were sharing. As he began to pulse the two of them together, pumping inside of her, he watched her intently. With his grasp on her knees, pulling her legs up around his hips, she reached back and clawed at the desk below. With each moan she made, she arched up off the desk, making him love her all the more from the way she responded to his touch.
It wasn’t long before he was reaching the penultimate waves of the thrill. He loved her so much that the initial touch could bring him to the edge, but he wanted to bring her there with him. As he got nearer to that pinnacle, he released one of her knees and lowered his hand down, brushing her swollen nub of nerves just above where they were joined.
It did the trick. She fell over her edge, moaning his name as he reached his height too. The thrilling sensation rippled through his body, making him buck his hips two more times inside her, before he fell still, unable to move anymore.
They both stayed there, connected, as he moved his hands to take hers. They grasped one another, staring at each other as he fought to catch his breath.
“Hermione,” he whispered her name. “I cannot bear seeing that man near you.” He confessed to his jealousy, needing her to know it.
