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horror of the situation. My husband’s dark eyes crawled over me, and lingered on the exposed breast. My breath hitched in my throat. What was he going to do?
    Dear diary, of all the situations my over-active mind may have envisioned, what he actually did surprised me most.
    ‘I will deal with you later, Albert.’ Joseph snarled. ‘I must deal with my wife first.’
    Within a moment, I found myself bodily scooped into my husband’s strong arms. The gardens flew by in a blur. I could feel his strong hand bite into the flesh of my thigh as he carried me. The heat through his clothing burned.
    ‘Where are you taking me?’ I whispered. It had begun to rain and large cold droplets began to pour over us, soaking my gown and making it cling to my body.
    ‘To bed,’ he growled.
    Dear diary, had I heard my husband correctly?
    ‘What do you mean?’ I asked, titillated as well as alarmed.
    ‘It has come to my attention that I have been remiss in my conjugal duties with you.’
    We were inside the hall now, and as Joseph carried me up the stairs, Faulks stepped out of the library.
    ‘Milord?’ he asked, but Joseph ignored him, instead taking the stairs in large wide bounds, two at a time.
    Within a moment he pushed the door to my rooms open and placed me on the bed. I sank into the soft feather mattress, dampening it with my rain soaked gown.
    Joseph stood before me, sopping wet, his hair plastered to his head.
    ‘I heard you with Albert,’ he said stiffly.
    ‘I… ‘
    ‘It was then I realised that you are a true lady. It was clear to my eyes that you were enjoying his touch, yet, you knew it was improper because you were married to me.’
    I stared at him perplexed and confused. ‘Yes,’ I agreed.
    ‘But, I have neglected you, haven’t I Catherine?’ he whispered. ‘I’ve been so obsessed with treating you like the lady you are, I did not consider the needs of the woman you are.’
    I was silent and looked down.
    ‘All my life, Catherine, I have feared becoming what my father was. He would dip his wick in anything that stood still long enough, and I feared I would become the same. When I married you …’ he paused and ran his fingers through his hair, ‘I did not want to treat you like my father had treated his wives. I didn’t want to fall on you like a ravenous beast.’
    ‘But, I wanted you to,’ I confessed, ‘as long as you fall on me, and only me.’
    With those words, dear diary, I felt my shoulders lighten. He knew now, and I knew that as an honourable and proper man, he could not and would not deny me.
    ‘You have my word, and most solemn promise,’ he replied. ‘May I undress you?’
    ‘Please kiss me,’ I whispered in return.
    When Lord Joseph Bexley reached over to me, I saw his hand tremble with want, need or fear. But I didn’t care.
    His lips touched mine, soft and tentative at first, then hard and possessive. He tasted like smoke and whisky and I sent silent thanks to the philandering Lord Stanton and Albert, who’d opened his eyes when I had been unable.
    When he pulled away, I was panting with need, and this time my husband recognised it for what it was. He turned me around, so that he could unlace my gown and stays. It took an intolerably long time, but soon enough I wore only my soaking petticoat.
    ‘To my waist? I asked, teasing.
    ‘I would have you naked now and every other time I come to you. I have been foolish not to enjoy the bounty blessed upon me.’
    I smiled gratefully and slipped out of my petticoat and drawers, and reclined on the bed. I was excited now. The moisture seeped through my nether curls and the secret lips of my womanhood parted in anticipation. My husband was naked and his cock jutted with excitement before me. A pearly bead of seed glistened on it and I reached over and hesitantly touched it. He shuddered.
    ‘There is the matter of which we have left unspoken,’ he began, as my hand slid down the smooth length of him.
    ‘There is?’
    ‘You