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feel of my cock inside of you?”
“Yes,” she cried, throwing her head back and clinging to the sheets. “Oh, yes, Camden!”
Prying one of her hands from the bed sheet, he lowered it between them and urged her to touch herself.
“Yes, that’s it, Maggie,” he murmured, his mouth going dry as he watched her stroke herself toward climax. “I want you to come with me, love. You’re almost there.”
His thrusts became frenzied and wild, a thin film of sweat breaking out along his hairline. His gut clenched and his balls contracted, signaling his ending. Her inner walls tightened around him at the exact same time he spilled his seed. He buried his face in the pillow beside her head, stifling his roar of completion and thrusting one last time before going still. His head spun and his shoulders heaved as he struggled to draw breath.
Maggie’s thighs quivered on either side of his hips, her arms going limp and falling from around his neck. He turned his head and brushed his lips along her jawline before finding the corner of her mouth. She met his searching mouth with her own and gifted him with a languid kiss.
One of his hands came up to her breast, pinching the nipple lightly and causing her to shudder beneath him.
“Well?” he asked, once he’d managed to break the kiss. “Did reality live up to your fantasies?”
She grinned, wide and radiant. “Oh, Your Grace … it turned out to be far better than I could have imagined.”
A chuckle shook his shoulders as he rolled away from her, standing to dispose of the sheath. By the time he’d cleaned himself and returned from the washstand, Maggie had dozed off. Easing himself gingerly beside her on the bed, he took up the damp linen he’d soaked at the washstand and used it to clean the blood smearing the inside of her thighs. She sighed in sleep, but did not awaken as he tended her.
Once finished, he pulled the counterpane up to her chin. Though he was loathe to cover her beautiful body, the fire had died down a bit in the hearth, and he wouldn’t want her to catch a chill.
Turning away from the bed, he disposed of the linen in the fireplace before stoking the fire up again, adding more coal. He then donned his breeches once more and crossed the room to the sideboard, where he poured a liberal splash of brandy into a tumbler before taking an armchair before the blaze.
The flames cast an orange glow over the bed, illuminating her angelic face in peaceful sleep. Frowning, he took a gulp of brandy and closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the liquor run through his body.
As he sat there, allowing the erotic encounter he’d just had with Maggie to fill his mind, he wondered if she realized that she’d been far more than he could have imagined, as well.
Chapter Eleven
One week later …
“Margaret? Margaret! I vow, you’ve had your head in the clouds all afternoon. Have you even heard a word I’ve said?”
Margaret snapped to attention when Cordelia’s shrill voice cut through her wandering thoughts.
“Forgive me, Cordelia,” she said, patting the other girl’s hand. The two walked arm and arm through Hyde Park, their abigails following at a close distance. “I don’t know what has come over me.”
“I do.” Cordelia’s expression grew smug. She held Margaret’s arm tighter and turned to face her, leaning in so the brims of their bonnets nearly touched. “I know your secret.”
She stiffened, fighting to keep the shock suffusing her from showing upon her face.
“You do?” she whispered, her pulse galloping at the thought.
She’d been so careful that night, ensuring no one saw her come or go from her family’s townhouse. Leaving Camden in the dead of night while he slept had been one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do; yet, it had been necessary. She’d made it back to her room just before her parents arrived home from Vauxhall, tucking herself safely away in bed with no one the wiser.
Cordelia nodded. “You
“Yes,” she cried, throwing her head back and clinging to the sheets. “Oh, yes, Camden!”
Prying one of her hands from the bed sheet, he lowered it between them and urged her to touch herself.
“Yes, that’s it, Maggie,” he murmured, his mouth going dry as he watched her stroke herself toward climax. “I want you to come with me, love. You’re almost there.”
His thrusts became frenzied and wild, a thin film of sweat breaking out along his hairline. His gut clenched and his balls contracted, signaling his ending. Her inner walls tightened around him at the exact same time he spilled his seed. He buried his face in the pillow beside her head, stifling his roar of completion and thrusting one last time before going still. His head spun and his shoulders heaved as he struggled to draw breath.
Maggie’s thighs quivered on either side of his hips, her arms going limp and falling from around his neck. He turned his head and brushed his lips along her jawline before finding the corner of her mouth. She met his searching mouth with her own and gifted him with a languid kiss.
One of his hands came up to her breast, pinching the nipple lightly and causing her to shudder beneath him.
“Well?” he asked, once he’d managed to break the kiss. “Did reality live up to your fantasies?”
She grinned, wide and radiant. “Oh, Your Grace … it turned out to be far better than I could have imagined.”
A chuckle shook his shoulders as he rolled away from her, standing to dispose of the sheath. By the time he’d cleaned himself and returned from the washstand, Maggie had dozed off. Easing himself gingerly beside her on the bed, he took up the damp linen he’d soaked at the washstand and used it to clean the blood smearing the inside of her thighs. She sighed in sleep, but did not awaken as he tended her.
Once finished, he pulled the counterpane up to her chin. Though he was loathe to cover her beautiful body, the fire had died down a bit in the hearth, and he wouldn’t want her to catch a chill.
Turning away from the bed, he disposed of the linen in the fireplace before stoking the fire up again, adding more coal. He then donned his breeches once more and crossed the room to the sideboard, where he poured a liberal splash of brandy into a tumbler before taking an armchair before the blaze.
The flames cast an orange glow over the bed, illuminating her angelic face in peaceful sleep. Frowning, he took a gulp of brandy and closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the liquor run through his body.
As he sat there, allowing the erotic encounter he’d just had with Maggie to fill his mind, he wondered if she realized that she’d been far more than he could have imagined, as well.
Chapter Eleven
One week later …
“Margaret? Margaret! I vow, you’ve had your head in the clouds all afternoon. Have you even heard a word I’ve said?”
Margaret snapped to attention when Cordelia’s shrill voice cut through her wandering thoughts.
“Forgive me, Cordelia,” she said, patting the other girl’s hand. The two walked arm and arm through Hyde Park, their abigails following at a close distance. “I don’t know what has come over me.”
“I do.” Cordelia’s expression grew smug. She held Margaret’s arm tighter and turned to face her, leaning in so the brims of their bonnets nearly touched. “I know your secret.”
She stiffened, fighting to keep the shock suffusing her from showing upon her face.
“You do?” she whispered, her pulse galloping at the thought.
She’d been so careful that night, ensuring no one saw her come or go from her family’s townhouse. Leaving Camden in the dead of night while he slept had been one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do; yet, it had been necessary. She’d made it back to her room just before her parents arrived home from Vauxhall, tucking herself safely away in bed with no one the wiser.
Cordelia nodded. “You
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