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“I can…do you want me to stop?” he panted, the aching need in his voice confirmed by the stiff cock he rubbed along her thigh.

Oh, how she wanted to appease that eagerness.

“No, do it now, Tris. Now.” If he didn’t take her this moment she feared he’d think better of it and refuse.

Without protest, he withdrew his finger and pushed himself to her opening instead. One vigorous thrust and it was done. He slid inside her, bringing some pain, but not nearly what she had feared.

Groaning his need, he gave another short thrust, and filled her completely.

The lovely fullness of him, knowing they were joined as if one, made her long to savor the moment. Each movement, however, left her with no thought for anything save the feel of him inside her.

He moved again, withdrawing and plunging forward in a rhythm like music—beautiful, exquisite music playing only for them. He increased the tempo, thrusting into her until the pulse became stronger, and without warning her body exploded, gripping him inside her.

“Oh, oh, Tris!” She clutched him to her, thrusting her hips toward him, unable to get enough.

Suddenly he cried out, thrust one more time, and slumped onto her.

As her sated body relaxed, she lay motionless, completely happy for the first time in a long while. But what should she do now?

“Christ, did I hurt you?” Tris raised his head to peer into her face.

“I don’t know. But if you did, you can do it again right now.” She cupped his dear face. Her racing heart slowed, returning to something like normal.

He laughed and kissed her, long and slowly. Let it never end. Finally, he lifted his head. “You were exquisite, my love. I’ve never felt such passion with a woman. I cannot let you go.” To make good his words, he clutched her tighter. “And to think I almost did.” One by one, he kissed her lips, nose, eyes. “Now you’re mine. Donningham can go hang.” He eased out of her and drew her against him. A sigh escaped his lips as he slid his hand over her breasts. “All we need do is rid ourselves of the rest of this clothing, my dear, and I will be happy to start your second lesson here and now.”

Chapter 12

Violet awoke to the familiar tap, tap on her chamber door. “Come in,” she called. Drowsy and sated, she settled her head back on Tris’s chest, too tired to want even tea. Susan should come back later. Her eyes flew open and she started up in bed. “No!”

The door swung open anyway as the maid strode in.

“Good—” She stopped. Her brown eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. Scattered clothing, rumpled bedclothes, and a large man in bed beside Violet. Coolly recovering her composure, she drew a deep breath, and continued into the room. “Good morning, Violet.” She set the tea on the dresser. “Would you like the curtains pulled or not?”

Violet glanced at Tris, his naked arm flung over his head, dark-haired chest blatantly on display, fast asleep. “Best leave them closed for now,” she whispered. “But maybe make up the fire.” Her face glowed like the hearth embers. Might as well be comfortable, then, in the chilly room. Although she and Tris had generated quite a bit of warmth throughout the night. And that magnificent body beside her radiated heat like a small sun burned within him.

“Very good, miss.” Susan poured tea, handed her a cup, and set about her task as though the morning was no different from any other since her arrival.

Sipping her tea, trying to remain nonchalant about being caught in bed with a man not her husband, Violet determinedly avoided looking at her maid. Of course, Susan must be used to such a scenario. A pang of jealousy swept through her. Visions of Tris in bed with other women, something she had never really contemplated on a practical basis before, suddenly made her heart ache. She put the tea aside and slipped down under the thick covers, stretching her arm over his broad chest. The dark mat of hair rubbed against her skin in a new, intimate sensation that made her even more possessive.

“Shall I tell Mrs. Parker to hold breakfast?” Susan had finished poking up the fire and stood at the foot of the bed.

“I think that’s best. I’m not sure of…” Her cheeks were an inferno, but she managed to continue, “Lord Trevor’s plans this morning. I’ll ring.”

“Very good, miss.” With a warm smile that spoke volumes, Susan nodded and left.

If her maid approved of her change in status, Violet supposed the situation couldn’t be too bad.

“You handled that excellently, my love.” Tris rolled up onto his side to face her. “You’ve bought us some more time.” A flip of his hand and the covers slithered down, exposing her breasts, her nipples pebbling in the cool air.

“More time?” She stretched, arching her breasts toward him.

“To satisfy other appetites.” He skimmed his finger over her flesh, making it tingle. When he reached the hard tip, his nail rasped the sensitive bud, setting a pulse leaping down below.

“Ummm. I believe I am hungry again.” Suddenly impatient for him, she pulled his head to her, seizing his lips to taste him once more. They had made love three times in the night but she hungered for more. Would she ever get enough? She put her hands on his shoulders, pushed him onto his back, and rolled on top of him. Straddling him, she rubbed herself against his hard abdomen.

“I see you are.” He grinned, his eyes half-closed. His cock prodded her backside, an insistent thumping that made her wet.

Grabbing his hands, she drew them over his head, then rubbed her breasts over his face. Her body ached with wanting him. Where these wanton feelings had come from she had no idea. She’d never thought much about the marriage bed until she’d been instructed by Madame Vestry. Neither had she expected the things she had learned to be so pleasurable. Perhaps they wouldn’t have been, had they been done with someone other than Tris. She brushed her nipple across his lips.