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dreamy, his
pupils full and dark as he moved his finger, then two, in and out. She had
expected such intimacy to hurt, had even been told it would. Instead Arthur’s
ministrations were wonderfully exhilarating. And she wanted more.
    “Arthur?” she said beseechingly.
    He flashed a gentle smile and moved to lie between her legs,
parting her thighs with his knees and positioning himself at her opening. He
watched her face as he pressed in tentatively.
    There was a pinch, slightly painful. She gulped a mouthful
of air.
    His forehead furrowed and he pushed in a little more. He was
huge and exquisite all at once.
    He looked down at her questioningly. She nodded. Slowly he
pushed in fully and then pulled out.
    She sighed in ecstasy and he continued his motions. She rode
the waves of pleasure, closing her eyes briefly before realizing she wanted to
see him, needed to see him, to see what he felt, to know what he experienced
was the same for her. His eyes were black with desire, his expression lost in a
fog of lubriciousness. He increased his pace then slowed, raising an eyebrow
for her consent. She nodded again.
    With every thrust he plunged deeper, picked up speed, his
breaths puffing to the beat of his exertions. The need for his touch at her
core overwhelmed her. She tilted her hips to goad him. The depths of his
penetration surprised her, propelling her to exhort him even further.
    His sweat-sheened forehead wrinkled in splendid agony above
his blank eyes, his lips parted and rounded. She knew the signs of his crisis.
Unexpectedly her own burgeoned, matching his, until her body clenched around
him, drawing a wail from her lungs. He jerked and held himself against her in
one final thrust, groaning his ecstasy.
    He gently collapsed on top of her, pressing his face into
the crook of her neck. “Henny, Henny,” he whispered reverently. “Darling. My
wife.”
    She stared at the shadowed ceiling, astounded at the
sensation of pure joy. Tears threatened her eyes then fell in an uncontrollable
flood down her cheeks.
    He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing
her hair, her face. His hardness waned and he slipped from her body. He rolled
to her side, still touching her, still murmuring in awe of their love.
    “Come to my bed,” he said, wiping damp strands from her
forehead. “Stay part of the night with me.”
    “Oh Arthur, that was simply extraordinary!” The flush of
satiation still suffused her skin. “We should have done that a long time ago.”
    He chuckled. “Yes, we should have.” He cupped her breast.
    “Now whenever I’m in this room I’ll think of what we did,”
she said, biting her lip playfully.
    He laughed then stood and extended his hand. “Up. And gather
your clothes, my sinful mistress.”
    “Rakehell.” She laughed.
    As they fussed with the pile of clothing, Henny breathed a
sigh of relief that she was out of the clutches of truly evil sin.
    * * * * *
    Sophia stopped on the vast lawn of the Harwell estate to
toss her head back and look at the threatening clouds.
    She grinned at her own audaciousness. The past few days and
nights spent dreaming of Mr. Phillips— Joseph —had emboldened her.
    Before Henny left she had told Sophia to make the most of
her freedom while it lasted, to be as a carefree young girl but to pepper that
girlish exuberance with a bit of womanly flirtation. Sophia understood the
covert meaning of Henny’s advice. Royston loomed large in Sophia’s fate and if
she actually did marry him, every scrap of freedom she once enjoyed would be
buried forever in a horrid existence.
    Sophia presumed Henny had meant a flirtation with Geoffrey
but Geoffrey only came to the estate occasionally. Their relationship wasn’t so
much flirtation anymore—it was more like arrangement , planning when they
could both get away and meet. Their rendezvous were still daring and fun but
Geoffrey had said he wouldn’t go any further than necking and a bit of touching
on top of their