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In and out he moved, driven to distraction by the w armth and tightness and wetness. She was as aroused by this as much as he was. He knew because of her heavy breaths, her sighs, her moans, the writhing of her hips as she matched his rhythm and the way she dragged her fingertips down his back only to press him harder against and deeper inside of her.
Then she cried out, shouted his name, in anoth er climax. He felt her tightening around him and that pushed him over the edge. He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, inhaling her scent deeply and shouting her name. Susannah. Susannah. Susannah.
They lay the re, still tangled in an embrace. Skin slick with sweat. Breaths still deep, hearts still pounding. The sun setting outside. If she didn’t marry him, he would die.
Chapter 5: Halo
Susannah woke the next morning in her own bed in her own townhouse. Alone. Very alone. A fire burned in the grate. Light streamed through the windows. The hour was late—a glance at her clock told her so. This time yesterday she had ridden astride like a mad woman. That alone would have caused a ruckus amongst the ton.
And at about this particular moment yesterday, she had kissed a girl, been challenged to a duel and was in the midst of fleeing for her life. The ton would be in an uproar if that were ever discovered.
Susannah collapsed back against her feather pillows, remembering what had occurred next.
She had taken a lover.
But not just any lover. Damien. Her lifelong nemesis. The bane of her existence. The obstacle to her freedom. He had shown her such pleasure as she had never imagined. He had made love to her like it was the first, last and only thing important in the whole world. It had been the wild, passionate, exhilarating lovemaking of two lovers, indulging and discovering each other for the first time, utterly uncertain of what the future might bring.
It was like she had awakened, with every rule he had her breaking.
If, perhaps, marriage with Damien was to be like yesterday, the greatest of days, she might consider it. It was a risk she might take.
Consider it she did. Highland Park and Bedford Hills perhaps weren’t the exile she had imagined. Pushing aside the unpleasant memories, she focused on pleasant recollections of running through the fields, collecting heavenly scented flowers from the gardens, basking in the sunshine and roaming freely through the land and the village.
Before…
Before the years of hardship, lonel iness, uncertainty and general dreadfulness. They had now run their course, so she had hope, and thus Susannah dared to dream that she might enjoy the country life—not during the season, of course. And if the lovemaking continued, she might find some enjoyment in marriage after all.
By some she meant exquisite, overwhelming amounts of pleasure.
Somehow all the walls she had built to keep him out had come tumbling down. She hugged her arms around herself wishing that she was surrounded by his embrace.
Perhaps she might send Damien a missive letting him know that if he were to call upon her she would be at home. She would sign it Percy.
First, she rang for Abigail, who delivered bad news when Susannah requested her boy ’s attire.
“It’s in the wash ma’am. Needs extra hot irons. I can’t imagine what you did to get them in such a state,” the maid said with a sigh.
Susannah just smiled and agreed to an emerald green day dress instead. She paired it with sapphire and diamond earrings that made her eyes seem brighter. A matching bracelet encircled her wrist. And then the shoes…comfortable as the boots were, she did so love her pretty satin slippers. Today she selected a green satin pair embroidered with silver thread with a slight heel.
Before descending to breakfast, she composed a brief note:
Damien,
I am at home for calling hours this afternoon.
Percy
She charged a footman with delivering it and sat down to breakfast in her small morning room.
In and out he moved, driven to distraction by the w armth and tightness and wetness. She was as aroused by this as much as he was. He knew because of her heavy breaths, her sighs, her moans, the writhing of her hips as she matched his rhythm and the way she dragged her fingertips down his back only to press him harder against and deeper inside of her.
Then she cried out, shouted his name, in anoth er climax. He felt her tightening around him and that pushed him over the edge. He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, inhaling her scent deeply and shouting her name. Susannah. Susannah. Susannah.
They lay the re, still tangled in an embrace. Skin slick with sweat. Breaths still deep, hearts still pounding. The sun setting outside. If she didn’t marry him, he would die.
Chapter 5: Halo
Susannah woke the next morning in her own bed in her own townhouse. Alone. Very alone. A fire burned in the grate. Light streamed through the windows. The hour was late—a glance at her clock told her so. This time yesterday she had ridden astride like a mad woman. That alone would have caused a ruckus amongst the ton.
And at about this particular moment yesterday, she had kissed a girl, been challenged to a duel and was in the midst of fleeing for her life. The ton would be in an uproar if that were ever discovered.
Susannah collapsed back against her feather pillows, remembering what had occurred next.
She had taken a lover.
But not just any lover. Damien. Her lifelong nemesis. The bane of her existence. The obstacle to her freedom. He had shown her such pleasure as she had never imagined. He had made love to her like it was the first, last and only thing important in the whole world. It had been the wild, passionate, exhilarating lovemaking of two lovers, indulging and discovering each other for the first time, utterly uncertain of what the future might bring.
It was like she had awakened, with every rule he had her breaking.
If, perhaps, marriage with Damien was to be like yesterday, the greatest of days, she might consider it. It was a risk she might take.
Consider it she did. Highland Park and Bedford Hills perhaps weren’t the exile she had imagined. Pushing aside the unpleasant memories, she focused on pleasant recollections of running through the fields, collecting heavenly scented flowers from the gardens, basking in the sunshine and roaming freely through the land and the village.
Before…
Before the years of hardship, lonel iness, uncertainty and general dreadfulness. They had now run their course, so she had hope, and thus Susannah dared to dream that she might enjoy the country life—not during the season, of course. And if the lovemaking continued, she might find some enjoyment in marriage after all.
By some she meant exquisite, overwhelming amounts of pleasure.
Somehow all the walls she had built to keep him out had come tumbling down. She hugged her arms around herself wishing that she was surrounded by his embrace.
Perhaps she might send Damien a missive letting him know that if he were to call upon her she would be at home. She would sign it Percy.
First, she rang for Abigail, who delivered bad news when Susannah requested her boy ’s attire.
“It’s in the wash ma’am. Needs extra hot irons. I can’t imagine what you did to get them in such a state,” the maid said with a sigh.
Susannah just smiled and agreed to an emerald green day dress instead. She paired it with sapphire and diamond earrings that made her eyes seem brighter. A matching bracelet encircled her wrist. And then the shoes…comfortable as the boots were, she did so love her pretty satin slippers. Today she selected a green satin pair embroidered with silver thread with a slight heel.
Before descending to breakfast, she composed a brief note:
Damien,
I am at home for calling hours this afternoon.
Percy
She charged a footman with delivering it and sat down to breakfast in her small morning room.
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