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found enticing. Shocked at her own daring and at her sudden fiery desire, Evangeline opened her mouth and received his tongue hungrily. Hot liquid warmth shot through her cunt, electrifying and appalling her at the same time. She found herself sucking on his mouth, drawing him to her.
It took all her force of will to draw back, both excited and repulsed. Raven’s eyes gleamed in the firelight and he smiled baring straight, white teeth. When he leaned over her again, wanting more, his long shining hair fell forward over his shoulders. “No,” she gasped, afraid of what she had done and the sensations this strange man aroused. “No!”
A servant appeared silently out of the shadows and Evangeline flushed with embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position. She struggled to rise. With a frown Raven prevented her, holding her still. “Wine,” he demanded and was served at once.
“Miss Rutledge?” the footman inquired, looking at her as though nothing were amiss.
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“Not for me, thank you.” She could not meet the servant’s eyes. A moment ago she had begun to feel quite comfortable. Now, as if a spell had been broken, she was mortified. Her behaviour confused and embarrassed her.
“Shall I serve the final course, my lord?”
“In a few minutes.” The footman bowed and knelt by the fire, taking up the coal shovel to clean up the glass. “Later!” Raven said.
The footman hurried from the chamber.
“I think I had better get up,” she whispered and tried to move, but could not. Raven put his wine glass to her lips. She shook her head.
Transferring the glass to his other hand he unexpectedly and without pause placed the hand over one breast and squeezed.
Evangeline cried out and raised her hand to slap him before thinking better of it. “Very wise,” he whispered, continuing a gentle pressure. “You learn quickly, my dear.” Her nipple hardened, becoming visible through her wool gown. Her embarrassment was compounded by the rush of pleasure surging through her.
Involuntarily she squeezed her thighs together, making Raven laugh.
It was a strange laugh, barely recognizable as laughter, being low and harsh, coming like a rumble from deep within him.
“Please stop,” she gasped from between tight lips. “Please.”
“Do you hate my touch?” his eyes narrowed. “Do I disgust you?”
“No, no,” she whispered. “But we are not yet married, my lord. It is not proper. Anyone could walk in. The footman will be back in a few moments, please, I beg you to stop.”
Raven took his hand from her breast and before she could breathe a sigh of relief he lifted the hem of her gown just as he had done in the carriage, but this time he reached quickly for the ties at her waist and pulled on the bow. Her pantaloons fell away easily and Raven’s hand made contact with the naked flesh between her warm thighs.
“My lord!” Evangeline began to push at his hand.
Raven’s long fingers slid deep between her thighs, cupping her mound. “Lovely warm little pussy,” he whispered. Evangeline 54
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thought she might die any minute. No man had ever touched her thus.
It occurred to her with a great pang of regret that she had always assumed she would wed a man she loved, a man with her own interests, a handsome, young man of her own age who would court her for a full year before proposing on one knee.
She looked at Raven with his yellow eyes, his sleek, black hair trailing halfway down his back, his face pale and gaunt, angular cheekbones jutting out, and she shivered.
“Are you cold?”
“I am, yes. May I get up?”
“No.” Raven began to move the heel of his hand slowly and in circular motion against her mound. She moaned as a flood of warmth seeped slowly through her cunt. Color flooded her face. She wanted him to stop, and yet she didn’t. The sensations he induced with such ease were addictive. Evangeline gave up and allowed her head to fall against his
It took all her force of will to draw back, both excited and repulsed. Raven’s eyes gleamed in the firelight and he smiled baring straight, white teeth. When he leaned over her again, wanting more, his long shining hair fell forward over his shoulders. “No,” she gasped, afraid of what she had done and the sensations this strange man aroused. “No!”
A servant appeared silently out of the shadows and Evangeline flushed with embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position. She struggled to rise. With a frown Raven prevented her, holding her still. “Wine,” he demanded and was served at once.
“Miss Rutledge?” the footman inquired, looking at her as though nothing were amiss.
Sanguinarian 53
“Not for me, thank you.” She could not meet the servant’s eyes. A moment ago she had begun to feel quite comfortable. Now, as if a spell had been broken, she was mortified. Her behaviour confused and embarrassed her.
“Shall I serve the final course, my lord?”
“In a few minutes.” The footman bowed and knelt by the fire, taking up the coal shovel to clean up the glass. “Later!” Raven said.
The footman hurried from the chamber.
“I think I had better get up,” she whispered and tried to move, but could not. Raven put his wine glass to her lips. She shook her head.
Transferring the glass to his other hand he unexpectedly and without pause placed the hand over one breast and squeezed.
Evangeline cried out and raised her hand to slap him before thinking better of it. “Very wise,” he whispered, continuing a gentle pressure. “You learn quickly, my dear.” Her nipple hardened, becoming visible through her wool gown. Her embarrassment was compounded by the rush of pleasure surging through her.
Involuntarily she squeezed her thighs together, making Raven laugh.
It was a strange laugh, barely recognizable as laughter, being low and harsh, coming like a rumble from deep within him.
“Please stop,” she gasped from between tight lips. “Please.”
“Do you hate my touch?” his eyes narrowed. “Do I disgust you?”
“No, no,” she whispered. “But we are not yet married, my lord. It is not proper. Anyone could walk in. The footman will be back in a few moments, please, I beg you to stop.”
Raven took his hand from her breast and before she could breathe a sigh of relief he lifted the hem of her gown just as he had done in the carriage, but this time he reached quickly for the ties at her waist and pulled on the bow. Her pantaloons fell away easily and Raven’s hand made contact with the naked flesh between her warm thighs.
“My lord!” Evangeline began to push at his hand.
Raven’s long fingers slid deep between her thighs, cupping her mound. “Lovely warm little pussy,” he whispered. Evangeline 54
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thought she might die any minute. No man had ever touched her thus.
It occurred to her with a great pang of regret that she had always assumed she would wed a man she loved, a man with her own interests, a handsome, young man of her own age who would court her for a full year before proposing on one knee.
She looked at Raven with his yellow eyes, his sleek, black hair trailing halfway down his back, his face pale and gaunt, angular cheekbones jutting out, and she shivered.
“Are you cold?”
“I am, yes. May I get up?”
“No.” Raven began to move the heel of his hand slowly and in circular motion against her mound. She moaned as a flood of warmth seeped slowly through her cunt. Color flooded her face. She wanted him to stop, and yet she didn’t. The sensations he induced with such ease were addictive. Evangeline gave up and allowed her head to fall against his
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