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at my eagerness to comply. I unfastened the innumerable hooks and eyes, loosened the ribbons of my corset cover and chemise and spread them wide so he could see my breasts. They were pushed high by my corset, and my nipples were already hard and pink in anticipation of what his mouth and fingers would soon do.
    “I want you on your hands and knees on the bed. Pull your skirts above your knees.”
    I hastened to obey, my hands shaking in anticipation of what was to come. Ever since that afternoon in the library, when I had watched him fucking Ida, I had dreamed of this moment.
    He was behind me now, so close I could hear his every breath, feel the heat of his body. He pulled me back to the edge of the bed and threw my skirts over my back.
    I waited, hardly able to breathe, acutely aware of what was to come. I burned for him, though he had hardly touched me. Simply hearing his voice, in the dark of the sitting room, had made me wet.
    He parted the slit in my drawers. The hot, hard head of his cock pressed against the opening of my cunny. And then he took my hips in his hands, surged forward and buried himself deep inside me.
    The feel of him was overwhelming, and I had to bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. It didn’t hurt, not precisely, and after only a second or two I felt the urge to push back against him, to encourage him to fill me even more.
    He wrapped one arm around my hips, holding me steady, and reached forward to fondle my breasts with his free hand. Then he began to fuck me in earnest, driving into me with sure, measured strokes that left me gasping.
    “Reach between your legs and rub yourself,” he demanded. “I want to feel you come.”
    Such was my state of arousal that it only took the lightest brush of my fingers against my clitoris to summon an orgasm. It broke upon me in wave after wave of swirling, silver-bright ecstasy, so intense that my knees threatened to crumple beneath me.
    But Leo held me tight, never faltering, pounding into me so powerfully that I could feel the heavy weight of his testicles slapping against my cunny. His breathing grew ragged, his movements slowing even as the tremors inside me abated, and I realized he was trying to delay his own orgasm.
    So I pushed back against him as hard as I dared, arching my back and twisting my hips, parrying his slow thrusts with my own frantic, passionate response.
    “Witch,” he gasped.
    He moved both hands to my hips, pulling me half off the bed. My breasts bounced and the bed frame creaked beneath us as he fucked me hard and fast. He came with a muffled roar, his legs shaking, and I thrilled at every pulse and shudder of his orgasm.
    All too soon he was pulling away from me, covering me up, helping me fasten my bodice. Once he had attended to his own appearance, he drew me close and kissed my temple, smoothing my hair with his lips.
    “You’re going, then?” I whispered.
    “Yes, but not to the ball. I will not marry her.”
    “You must marry someone, and by all accounts she is perfection. Why not Lady Alice?”
    He shook his head, a wry smile playing across his face, and then, his touch wonderfully gentle, he circled my face with his hands and kissed my lips, something he’d never done before, not once in all the months of our liaison.
    He deepened the kiss, his mouth pressing down on mine so firmly that my lips parted, then opened to the bewitching onslaught of his tongue. After all we’d done together, I shouldn’t have been shocked by a simple kiss, but as his tongue moved against mine, I felt my heart racing anew.
    He pushed me against the wall next to the door, his hands still cradling my face, his legs pushing against mine so intimately that I could feel the ridge of his resurgent erection against my abdomen. His mouth was crushing my lips so decisively that I knew they’d be swollen for hours. I knew it and I didn’t care what his mother might say.
    At last he dragged his lips from mine. Rather than set me