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scared him. His father’s life was one debauched liaison after another and he would not fall like his sire.
    He did not seek out sexual partners often. When he did, he usually pleasured himself before joining any of them. This ensured he could always remain in control. Keep his darker fantasies chained.
    Besides, women read far too much into the act of coitus. It was simply a means to experience fleeting pleasure, just as drinking a fine brandy or riding a fast stallion was.
    He found he could make love all night long once he’d taken the edge off, ensuring that the women he bedded were completely satisfied, and it kept his darker needs suppressed.
    If he’d known she would come to him tonight, he would have pleasured himself without her knowledge, but he’d never considered she’d walk into his bedchamber tonight, and never dressed in a scarlet silk negligee that clung so deliciously to every curve.
    She looked like a vision sent to tempt a saint. Tall, long-limbed, perfectly sized, bloody perfect for him. She curved in the right proportions. Her breasts rose high and firm; they would fill his hands and when he took her up against the wall, he would not have to bend his head too far to bring her large nipples to his mouth. Her waist indented, giving her an hourglass shape, with an almost flat stomach leading to a thatch of dark curls. Now he saw exactly what treasure and pleasure lay hidden within.
    Hunger for her gripped him as tightly as he gripped his aching cock.
    A shiver sped through him. Unlike his casual affairs, he could not walk away after this night. She would be available for him to take anytime he liked. The heady sensation this invoked was not a good sign. She would be a temptation and he would have to find a way to manage that, to maintain his self-control.
    Tomorrow he would have to face her. He had a feeling that unlike his previous partners, he most definitely would desire to lie with her again, and that was the problem. It would be so easy to slide into a sexual haze, and given he was his father’s son, his father’s blood was carried in his veins, where would that lead?
    To his immense pleasure and pride he watched in disbelief as Marisa, with a knowing smile, slid her hand down over one pert breast, continuing down to disappear into dark curls.
    “What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander,” she said, and let out a long sigh as she focused on his hand moving on his cock while her fingers disappeared within her glistening folds.
    He began to stroke with firm, heavy motions, desperate to come before he lost control and dove onto the bed to plunge between her open thighs, screaming his ownership to the heavens.
    He didn’t have to wait long. Her fingers moved deeper and reappeared covered in her juice. When she moaned and lifted her hips off the bed, every muscle in his body strained for release. He grabbed the bedpost as his knees buckled with his nearing orgasm. He could not hold back and he yelled her name.
    He sank onto the end of his bed, still holding the post for support, his mind blank, his body shuddering with the aftereffects of one of the most explosive releases he could remember giving himself.
    She spoke softly. “Beautiful. That’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen.” Her breath feathered his cheek as, on her knees, she came up behind him, her breasts and hard nipples grazing his back.
    “I wanted you too much. It will likely hurt your first time unless I prepare you properly, and I was worried about staying in control.”
    She nibbled at his neck. “I’m pretty sure I’m more than ready after seeing you pleasure yourself.”
    A gentle chuckle left his lips. “Do you pleasure yourself often?” he asked. “I didn’t think a virginal young lady knew of such things.”
    “I caught Sebastian doing what you just did when I was fifteen. He was with a girl from the village. It was too awful watching my brother, so I slipped away and waited to talk with her