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when he began rotating
against her. “It’s happening again, that strange feeling. You
mustn't do that… umm…” she let out a moan of pleasure and curved
her hands around his neck. He lowered her to the ground and rolled
her onto her back and straddled her, propping his knees on either
side of her hips and she made no move to send him toppling off her.
Instead, she gazed up at him as he slipped her blouse off her
shoulders, lowered her camisole to expose her breasts, and captured
one ripe nipple with his lips, flicking his tongue over the tight
bud, nipping playfully with his teeth.
    " My lord! You bit me." She giggled,
making no attempt to stop what he was doing.
    "Umm, I did indeed." As he began to suckle,
moans of pleasure reverberated in her throat. "You taste like
nectar," he said, moving to the other breast, "sweet ambrosial
nectar." Little short moans of ecstasy burst from her lips, and
when he glided his hand up her bare leg, dragging her skirt up with
it to touch her intimately, she let out a long, slow sigh of
pleasure…
    From the direction of the encampment, shouts
erupted and dogs started barking.
    "Oh hell," Damon said. He moved from atop
Eliza, and she sat up and pulled her camisole up to cover herself.
"We are not through," he said. "We will continue later." He stood
and looked toward the encampment. "Are those your people?" he
asked.
    Eliza stood. "I don't know," she replied.
    "They're gypsies. You must know."
    "I only came to dance to their music."
    "Not to run off with them?" Damon asked.
    "If I planned to run off, I would not be with
you," Eliza snapped.
    "I suppose," Damon said. "Meanwhile, I need
to make sure my jute isn't getting trampled." Heaving a sigh, he
added, "Soon, you and I are going to alleviate a problem I'm
having." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly, then
mounted his horse and left.
    As he cantered off, Eliza stared after him.
Perhaps she was more gorgio than gypsy. A gypsy girl would
not have let a man not wed to her kiss her breasts. Nor would she
have this nameless yearning for something more...
    The crackle of brush came from behind, and
when she turned, she looked into the malevolent eyes of Januz
Kazinczy. "You moan like whore, baring breasts for gorgio earl to suckle. Where you think opal is post rat ? In gorgio earl's breeches?”
    Refusing to be intimidated, Eliza said, "What
do you want?"
    "To tell you to get Kalkhi-Avatar tonight," Januz said. "Word from kris Romani . You find it in
box under desk in library."
    Eliza eyed him, dubiously. "How do you know
where it is?"
    "You not ask questions," Januz said. "Get
opal. Come to gate at midnight. I have horse for you there.
Tonight, posh-rat , or you banished."
    ***
    A sharp creak resounded like a shot in the
silent room. Poised motionless between footsteps, in the
pitch-blackness of Mrs. Throckmorton's bedchamber, Eliza dared not
move, dared not breathe. She hadn't anticipated the creaking floor.
Nor had she expected the room to be so hot, or so utterly dark. She
remained immobile for what seemed like an eternity. Beads of sweat
crept down her face. Gradually, dusky objects began to take form.
Mrs. Throckmorton turned in bed, fluffed her pillow and let out a
sigh. The room became quiet again. Quiet as a tomb. After a while
Eliza heard a low burr and knew Mrs. Throckmorton was asleep.
    Edging toward the bedside table, Eliza' hand
nudged a glass, almost toppling it. Grabbing the glass, she paused
and waited, relieved that the snoring remained steady. Padding her
palm over the table, she felt a ring of keys. Curling her fingers
around them, she lifted them from the table and crept to the door,
closing it silently behind.
    Keys in hand, she ascended the stairs while
considering what Januz said. She didn't doubt the opal was in the
library. That was one of the rooms that remained locked. She was
puzzled though, how Januz knew where it was, and why he was helping
her. But she didn't have the luxury of time to find out.