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Tension gripped his ballocks, which then released in a flood of violent pleasure. Hips jerking forward, he came hard, his cock pulsing, his seed pouring into her wave after glorious wave, until he’d filled her sweet little cunt.
    More than anything, he wanted to stay like this forever—his cock buried inside her, her sweet, intoxicating scent filling the air, clinging to his skin…
    Gently, he pulled away. He walked to the washbasin, wet a washrag, and brought it back to her. She’d flipped over and was now lying on her back, her pink lips pulled up into a smile.
    One hand on her knee, he spread her thighs and drank in the sight of her. “Is it wrong that I want to leave you this way, smelling like me?”
    “Yes, I would object most adamantly. I happen to hold hygiene in the highest regard.”
    “Then perhaps I should leave my mark on you.” He lunged at her with a growl and nipped gently at her neck. She squealed in delight as a small, decorative pillow connected with the side of his head. He fell over onto the mattress, feigning injury. “You’ve wounded me.”
    “Aw.” She leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his temple. “Better?”
    “Not nearly.”
    Sitting up, the cloth still in his hand, he smoothed it over her, and gently cleaned away the signs of their lovemaking. When he was done, he cleaned himself off, and then threw the cloth onto the floor. He cupped her left breast in his palm and brushed his thumb over the pink, pearled nipple.
    She pushed his hand away and smiled. “My maid will be along soon.”
    Dipping his head, he nipped the sensitive flesh just beneath her ear. “Is that your way of asking me to leave?” He bit the column of her neck, which earned him a little yelp of surprise. “I must confess, Miss Weatherfield, I feel quite taken advantage of,” he teased.
    She laughed, a sweet sound that made his chest swell. “Oh, indeed?”
    He shifted off her and fell back against the pillows, one hand over his heart. “You’ve used me ill.”
    She rolled half on top of him, draping her leg over his middle. “In truth, I believe I’ve used you quite well .” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips, then sprang from the bed. “My maid will be up shortly to fit me for my gown for this evening.”
    Her gown .
    The ball. Nicholas had almost forgotten. It was the last night of the house party, and Leventhorpe had invited the whole damn county. “I’m sure you will look ravishing.”
    She’d snatched up a blanket from the chair and wrapped it around her body, sorting through various gowns in her wardrobe. She whipped around with a startled look. “You are going, are you not?”
    “I don’t attend balls.” Not anymore. Anxiety never ceased to grip him in large crowds, and it would be entirely too easy to lose control. “Or any social events, for that matter.”
    “But…” She gripped the blanket tighter. “But tonight will be our last night together. You must be there.”
    He swung his legs over the side of the bed and strode over to her. She looked so disappointed, so forlorn, it shifted something in him. It squeezed his chest unbearably tight. “You are going to be my wife, Gabriella. We’ll have countless nights together.”
    “Yes, but we aren’t married yet, and who knows when we’ll see each other again? Please say you’ll come.” She looked up at him, her eyes full of trust and acceptance. “For me.”
    “You only want to prove you’ve won your dare.”
    Her eyes widened. “You knew about that?”
    He smiled. “You and your friends are anything but quiet, love.”
    She bit her bottom lip and shrugged. “Well, would it be so bad if everyone were to see us kiss? You’re going to marry me, after all. All the ton can talk about is how mad you are. We might as well give them something new to talk about.”
    Attending the ball would be nothing short of torture, but he couldn’t bring himself to deny her request. Truth was, she made him feel whole, grounded, and he