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Dear Lord! “I am naked,” she said.
    Darian laughed. “A good thing since you are in the bath.” He knelt down beside her, wearing a silk robe loosely tied at the waist, revealing a dusting of sooty hair on his chest. He gently pried her hands away from her breasts. “There is no need to be embarrassed. You are beautiful.”
    For a moment, Elizabeth felt she would die of mortification, but then she saw the look of appreciation on Darian’s face. His eyes darkened with desire, making her nipples pebble. When his hand softly stroked along the curve, her breast seemed to swell in his hand.
    “Beautiful,” he said again. “Now relax. I am going to bathe you.”
    “But I—”
    ‘Shhh. Just lean back. Close your eyes. Get accustomed to my touch.”
    It felt awkward at first, having male hands touching her, but as he soaped her arms and legs, leisurely massaging each finger and toe, she slowly relaxed. He slid the washcloth over her stomach and ribs and slowly encircled her breasts, kneading them gently. She gave a little moan.
    “That is it,” he said in a husky whisper. “Just let the pleasure take you.”
    Elizabeth lay still, her head resting on the tub’s edge, reveling in the magical sensations Darian was creating for a few minutes more.
    Slipping his arms under hers, he lifted her from the tub and carried her to the bed. Laying her down on thick towels the knowing maid had provided, he tossed off his robe and lay down beside her, continuing to slowly caress her skin, his fingers like feathers as he leaned over to capture her mouth with his. She parted her lips and he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth fully, taking his time to let her play with him.
    Darian trailed kisses down her neck to the fullness of her breast, closing his warm, wet mouth over the tip and began to suckle.
    It was sheer ecstasy! Elizabeth arched into him, her whole body aflame, each nerve ending tingling. Wanting…something.
    As i f he knew, he positioned himself between her thighs. Elizabeth had never felt so vulnerable, yet the throbbing sensation that was now the focus of her universe needed attention.
    He touched her there. Once. Lightly. Her hips lifted. Darian grinned. “I think you are going to be a natural at this, my love.”
    Darian slid up and over her. She felt the hard tip of him probing her entrance, inserting itself a little. His thickness stretched her wide, but it felt good. She looked up at him and smiled.
    He kept his weight propped on his elbows. “I love you, Lady Bingington.”
    “I love you, too, my lord.” She giggled like a school girl.
    The giggle turned into a cry of pain as Darian gave one hard push and penetrated her. He held himself still, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I am sorry, my love. The pain will go away in a minute.”
    Elizabeth bit her lip to keep from crying out again and then, amazingly, the pain subsided.
    “You are all right?” he asked as began to withdraw.
    She clutched him to her. “Stay.”
    He laughed. “I intend to, my love.” He pushed himself in again and then pulled out only to reinsert himself. She caught the rhythm quickly, moving her hips to meet his thrusts. Pressure began to build inside her again, like hot, molten lava bubbling to the surface. Her body began to shake. She wanted more. Frantically, she thrashed beneath him, nearing the brink—the inferno was building, threatening to engulf her in flames—muscles suddenly clenched deep inside her, her toes curled, her back arched, and then a contraction began that rippled all the way through her as she exploded.
    Elizabeth lay panting, trying to catch her breath. Beside her, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat, Darian took long gasps. Eventually, their breathing eased and he drew her into the crook of his arm, her head resting on his shoulder.
    “How does it feel to be my wife?” he asked.
    “Absolutely wonderful,” Elizabeth replied as she placed a kiss on his neck. Then she giggled again.
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