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“Something like that,” she said, then broke off in a gasp as he pushed her to lie down and kneeled over her on the bed, kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples.
She was still breathless from the climax he had just given her, but he didn’t stop. He teased her nipples with his tongue and his teeth, and his fingers played insistently with the swollen folds of her pussy until her body was starting to tighten once more.
She needed him. She started to drag his boxers down. He helped her get them off and they knelt together on the bed as she closed her fingers around the hard heat of him. He closed his eyes as though in pain and her heart ached at seeing him so undone. He murmured her name, was kissing her neck.
“Shall I show you something I imagined?” And he suddenly moved, lying down, lifting her as he did so, his huge hands on her waist. He positioned her over his face, her knees either side of his head. She was facing down the length of his body and she bent eagerly forwards to take him into her mouth.
He was big, and he filled her, the pressure and the taste of him on her tongue as he groaned tortured breaths against her pussy. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”
He dragged her knees apart, bringing her lower, and stroked her seam hard with his tongue. And his tongue kept going, all the way down the length of her opening and past it, to the opening beyond.
She gasped at the shock of it, and he chuckled,chuckled, and went back to eating her out, his hands kneading her arse, her thighs, her back. And then he stroked one thumb through the wetness his tongue had left and pressed down, just pressed, in that one precise spot as his tongue worked her pussy, and she broke apart, spasming as she ground against his face.
Leo lifted her and flipped her onto her back, pushing her thighs apart and burying himself inside her while she was still coming. She gasped at the sudden fullness, her quivering muscles twitching around him.
“I’m clean,” he rasped. “Are you—?”
“Yes, the pill.”
He moved inside her, dragging a wave of sensation from her that she felt right down to her toes.
“So this is OK,” he said huskily, face pressed against her neck, his hips still moving, every thrust rocking her with pleasure. “To feel you like this, all of you, against all of me.”
“Yes, yes—”
He lifted himself up, holding himself over her on trembling forearms, muscles bunched and slicked with sweat, hips still rocking into her as he met her eyes.
He closed his eyes briefly like a prayer, then kissed her gently, reverently on the lips while he drove her ever closer to the edge with every thrust. “Peony,” he breathed, as though he had to put a name to this, to whatever he saw when he looked at her.
And he watched her face as he began to move faster, harder, driving into her again and again. And even after everything, the friction of him, the weight of him over her, the sounds of his own pleasure were overwhelming.
She lost her mind as he fucked her. She lost her heart as he looked down at her and pushed her over the edge.
Her hands curled around his shoulders, tangled in his hair, and she knew this was not just scratching a fifteen-year itch. This was forever.
She loved him.
She loved him.
She always had.
Chapter eleven
Pea
Peonywokeupalone.Leo was gone. His clothes were gone. She went downstairs, and his shoes, where he had kicked them off in the porch, were gone.
She stood alone in the silent kitchen, her body sore from him. The abandoned basket of blackberries leaked black juice onto the kitchen table. A fruit fly buzzed around it.
Her heart staggered sideways and tried not to break.
There was an explanation. There had to be an explanation. He was a busy man. He had work, demands, duties, obligations. He would be up at the big house, dealing with things, clearing some space in his schedule to come back to her, spend the day with her.
So Peony climbed the stairs. She went to the bathroom and showered. She washed her stubble-scraped chest and thighs. She brushed the taste of him from her mouth and met her wide and frozen eyes in the mirror over the sink.
He was the Count. He was the Duke. He was Leo. He was Edward’s friend. He wouldn’t just leave her. He wouldn’t just use her. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, ever hurt her. It was impossible.
So Peony got dressed, hardly noticing what she wore. She left the cottage and walked to the big house, the dew-laden grass soaking her feet. It was still very early. She hadn’t even thought to check the time. The sky was a pure washed blue. Sparrows chittered and flew from her path, and the air smelt sweet and clean, though already, it was warm, like a living breath curling around the damp skin of her ankles.
