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Her core clenched. Something quivered low in her abdomen. Panic and a growing desperation warred with a less familiar sensation. Desire.
He shook his head. “No, little Kat. I shall never let you go. You are mine.”
“My lord? Robert…”
“Robbie,” he corrected her. “Those close to me call me Robbie.”
“Please, Robbie…”
He framed her face between his hands, cradling her jaw. Slowly, oh so achingly slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers.
The kiss was light at first, barely a feathering of his lips across hers. Katherine tasted the ale on his breath, and the tang of the fruit he must have eaten earlier. She licked her lips, breathed him in.
“You are a beautiful woman, my Kat, and one who needs to be bedded. I see it. I smell it. I taste it when I kiss you. Be sure, I mean to fuck you, Ineedto fuck you. And I shall savour every moment of it.”
“Robbie…we cannot…”
“I disagree.” He sealed his mouth over hers for a deeper, more demanding kiss. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth, and without so much as thinking otherwise, she opened to let him in.
CHAPTEREIGHT
Ah, but she is a beauty…
Robbie willed himself to go slowly, not to rush her. She would be his soon enough in any case. They were due to be wed in less than a fortnight. Not long, but he did not care to wait. Neither did he want to scare her. If she felt moved to insist that they wait until they were married, well, that was her right and he would respect it. But it was not what he wanted.
He wanted her. Here. Now.
He lowered one hand to sweep it behind her knees and lift her onto the bed, then he followed her down to lie beside her, managing not to break the kiss throughout. She tasted of sweetness, of honey laced with spice. Heady, intoxicating, and maybe just slightly forbidden. He plunged his tongue deeper, curled it around hers in a sensuous dance.
For the first few moments she lay stiff in his arms, her delicate hands pressed against his chest as though she imagined she might shove him away. In truth, if she resisted, he would stop. He could do no other. But he hoped…
Her body softened.
Robbie offered up a silent prayer of gratitude.
Katherine lifted her hands to rake them through his hair, and her own tongue joined in the dance. Soon, she writhed and squirmed in his arms, her white nightdress riding up her thighs as they rolled together across the mattress.
Robbie curled his fingers around the demure neckline of her flimsy nightgown and tugged. The fragile lace capitulated without further ado, and the garment ripped to the waist.
“I shall gift you with another. Many, many others, since I expect I shall be inclined to tear them every night,” he promised.
“Perhaps…perhaps I shall not require that many,” she whispered back. “Maybe I will not wear them, at least, not every night.”
Sweet Jesu and all the saints.He had barely scraped the surface, and already the siren beneath was emerging.
“I would appreciate that greatly, little Kat.”
He leaned on one elbow to peel back the two halves of the nightgown. Small but plump breasts greeted him, topped by dusky-pink nipples which swelled delightfully before his eyes.
“Perfect,” he murmured, before taking one of the rosy peaks in his mouth.
Kat arched when he sucked, and she gasped his name. The bud hardened, growing, lengthening. He moved to lavish the same treatment on the other one.
“Dear Lord…” she rasped. “What are you doing?”
“Hush, sweetheart.” He paused to look into her slightly startled eyes. “I will not hurt you.”
“I am not sure that we should…. Oh!”
