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THIRTY
When Bess opened the door to the loud knock, the warder announced, “Ye have a gentleman visitor, Lady St. Loe.”
“It's about time,” she answered peevishly as the warder departed to bring him. Bess was angry with her husband, and she was beyond pretense. Though she knew he had kept away for her own good, she needed her husband's strength to lean on, his shoulder to cry on. Suddenly, fear gripped her by the throat. He has come to deliver bad news.… He has come in person to soften the blow!
As the dark shadow fell across the threshold, her black eyes went wide in stark terror, then she stared in disbelief at the tall figure who stepped into the chamber and secured the door. “Shrewsbury,” Bess whispered.
“Bess, why in the name of God did you not get word to me that you were incarcerated?” he demanded angrily.
“You came,” she murmured in wonder.
“Of course I came, and would have come a hell of a lot sooner if you had sent for me.”
“Shrewsbury,” she repeated whimsically.
He towered above her for one endless moment, then swept her into his arms. He was knight errant and savior rolled into one. He was the strongest, most powerful man she had ever known, and he had come to rescue her. Bess melted against his iron-hard chest and offered up her mouth for his ravishing.
She reveled in the sheer strength of his arms as he wrapped them tightly about her and held her secure in an all-powerful embrace. His mouth descended upon hers in total possession and instantly ignited a flame that blazed up out of control in seconds. Bess had never felt so weak and vulnerable and feminine in her life. Overwhelming relief mingled with the hot passion she felt and rendered her ready to surrender to him body and soul.
Shrewsbury had never felt more a man in his life. His response to Bess and her plight made power surge through his veins, giving him the heady feeling of omnipotence. He felt exultant that he had the means to give her everything she needed. In one fell swoop he would free her, yet bind her to him forever!
Bess responded blatantly to his virility. She did not want to think, only to feel, and he made it so easy. She gazed up into his brilliant blue eyes as if she were seeing his compelling face for the first time. He was so virile and magnetic, she could hardly bear waiting for him to take her. Her eyes closed, her mouth curved sensually, and she offered herself up to him, her supple, luscious body promising to do all his bidding.
Talbot's sure fingers undid the buttons of her gown, then he slid the heavy, brocade sleeves from her shoulders so she could slip her arms free. Now bared, her arms wound about his neck as she went on tiptoe to fit herself against him. The top of the dark green gown fell about her waist, revealing a frothy seafoam-green shift. “How utterly feminine to wear enticing undergarments even when there is no one to see them.”
The straps of her petticoat proved no obstacle to Talbot; she was bared to the waist in seconds. “Your skin is as pale as priceless alabaster from being in this damned place.” He swallowed hard. “Your breasts are exquisite, more beautiful than I ever imagined, and I swear I've imagined them every day of my life.”
Bess licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Mistress Tits, you called me. Do you remember?”
“I recall every word we've ever exchanged, as well as every lusty thought I've ever had about you, Vixen.”
Her hands went of their own volition to the fastenings on his doublet. “Hurry!” she urged.
His face was too taut with desire to smile, as his arousal mounted savagely. He threw off his jacket and tore the buttons from his linen shirt in his great haste to feel her naked flesh against his own.
When Bess saw his heavily muscled chest covered with its pelt of blue-black hair, it drew her lips instantly, then her tongue, and finally her teeth, as desire took control of her. As her passion mounted by leaps and bounds, her fear diminished, then vanished altogether as the powerful emotion of lust obliterated all else.
When his hands swept her gown to her ankles, the froth of petticoat followed. Bess stepped from the circle of clothing and kicked it aside impatiently. Clad only in lacy stockings, the red-gold curls on her mons looked like flaming tongues of fire.
“Vixen.” He wanted to touch it, taste it, and thrust into it, all at once. His fingers threaded possessively through the tendrils, and his hot palm pressed over her pubic bone, yet she was so much hotter than his hand, he felt scalded.
Bess's fingers tugged insistently at his remaining garments. He helped her to bare his flesh, and once more she kicked aside the heap of cloth that lay at their feet.
He lifted her onto his jutting shaft and gasped at the deep pleasure he felt. She clung to him as if her life depended on him, as in actuality it did!
Both of them were in such need of immediate gratification, the thought of the bed never entered their minds. Shrewsbury took two steps, pushed her against the stone wall, and impaled her with his iron-hard weapon until it was seated to the hilt.
Bess cried out with sheer pleasure-pain as she frenziedly wrapped her white thighs about him, needing every inch he could give her. Their burning lips fused, then, open-mouthed, they moaned incoherent, dark words against each other's sensitized flesh.
He thrust savagely, like a stallion with a mare, and was ready to spill before her, but not much before. He hung on for a tormented minute and was rewarded by an exultant feeling when he heard her scream as she spent with him.
“Shrew … Shrew … yes, oh, yes!” She collapsed upon him and would have fallen to the floor if the strength of his body had not supported her.
He swept her up and carried her to the bed, knowing full well her legs were too weak for her to stand. He sat her on the bed, combed his fingers into her flaming, disheveled hair, and lifted her face to his. “My beautiful Vixen. We are so alike. We give all and take all at the same time.”
Her eyes were heavy-lidded with need. “It's a match made in either heaven or hell, and at the moment neither of us cares which.” He was like too-potent wine she had quaffed greedily, and she was now intoxicated with his power and thirsted for more. She felt mesmerized at the sight of his supple body, entranced by his male scent, and insatiable for the taste of him. Shrewsbury was all male— hard, demanding, dark, dominant, and dangerous—and he appealed to every one of her womanly senses.
Then the kissing began. Neither of them could stop. If Bess thought she had been in danger of going mad before, it was nothing compared to the insanity that gripped her now as she willfully urged him to steal her senses. Now, as before when he had taken her to his black and gold bedchamber, Bess wanted his hands and his mouth on her body; she wanted his long, thick, marble-hard manroot filling her emptiness. She arched her hips beneath him, squirming and rutting until his cock swelled against her woman's burning center. She drew up her knees, sliding them up his hips, then allowed her thighs to fall open in blatant invitation.
