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Then he ravished her with his tongue. She shuddered uncontrollably as she realized her fantasy was now reality. He was conquering her with his bronzed body until she was forced to yield to him. She was going to explode upon his rough tongue and she didn’t care, didn’t care, didn’t care. She came hot, wet, and slippery into his mouth. Shewantedit, shelovedit! The Leopard licked the cream.
Savage slid up her violet-drenched body, hung above her for what seemed like eternity, then plunged to her depths to drown in her, not caring if he ever surfaced again. The animal cry torn from his throat merged with her own moaning cries as she met his thrusts, then matched them, submitting to every last demand his powerful body made upon hers. She built again so quickly, it stole her senses and hurtled her to the edge of the precipice. The stroke that brought them to climax carried so much force, she thought he had pierced her heart. Together they spun over the edge, then soared to the peaks before they plunged down to the deep depths of darkest sensuality.
He growled,“Nowyou have yielded everything.”
She was too languorous to utter one word. His lips brushed her ear. “Now it is my turn. I yield you my heart. Iwantyou, Iloveyou.”
She sighed with contentment. She had managed to achieve the impossible. Indian Savage, the magnificent Leopard, had pledged her his love. She closed her eyes in pure happiness. When they again fluttered open, she realized he was fully dressed and about to take his leave.
He moved to the bed and she stood upon it, naked, and clung to him. Her fingers threaded through his long black hair.
“Darling, come to me at Edenwood. I’ll try to be there by the end of the week, but if I am not, wait for me.”
Her fingers traced the scar upon his mouth. That same mouth that never begged, just ordered and commanded. “I’ll wait,” she whispered. It felt so deliciously female to yield to his demands.
Two nights later, Adam Savage sat in the darkened theater, laughing as Angela Brown strutted about the stage in corset, stockings, garters, and little else, singing the saucy words to “Come Tickle My Fancy.” Before the final curtain rang down, Savage entered her dressing room backstage and pretended surprise when he encountered Bernard Lamb. “What a pleasant coincidence. You’re the very man I wanted to see.”
“Savage! I haven’t seen you in ages. Have you been out of the country?” Bernard asked pleasantly.
“Several times,” Savage admitted.
“Was my cousin Anthony with you?” Bernard asked casually.
“No, he’s been to The Hague on business. His ship docks at Wapping later tonight.”
Bernard smiled. “You said you wanted to see me?”
“Yes, you seem to have a proprietary interest in Angela and I thought perhaps I could make it worth your while to look the other way while I … borrow her once in a while.”
Bernard’s smile widened. “Why not tonight?”
“Well, I should meet Tony. I suppose I could take Angela to supper at the Prospect of Whitby, an inn that’s been in Wapping since 1509.”
“I have a better idea. Why don’t I meet my cousin and you can take Angela somewhere that will tickle her fancy? In fact why don’t I disappear before she comes offstage?”
“It’s very civilized of you to bow out for the night,” Adam said silkily.
“What are friends for?” Bernard asked generously. “What’s the name of Tony’s ship?”
“TheRed Dragon,” Adam replied softly.
When Angela entered the dressing room and found Savage instead of the dreaded Bernard she threw her arms about his neck in delight. “Adam! How lovely to see you.”
He pulled her arms from about his neck and, with her hands still captured in his, fixed her with his pale blue gaze. “I am about to make you richer by five thousand pounds if you will give me what I desire.”
She licked her lips in anticipation. Christ, she’d be willing to commit any perversion he’d like for free. “Whatever you desire,” she said breathlessly.
“I desire information, my angel.”
She blinked in surprise, and felt his powerful hands tighten about hers.
“Why do you give your favors to Bernard Lamb when he is penniless and up to his eyes in debt?”
She licked her lips again, afraid now. She knew Savage would settle for nothing but the truth. “He is heir to a title and an estate, you know that.”
“Being heir to someone younger than himself doesn’t give him very good prospects,” Savage pointed out.
Angela bit her lip. Bernard was a cruel bastard and she owed him nothing, yet she would be willing to bet the dangerous man who stood before her with the icy eyes and scarred face could be infinitely more cruel than Bernard had ever dreamed of being.
