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deeply, afraid the smell of Mirabelle
would have him hard and aroused again. Taking one's wife more than once in a
night was probably excessive and he didn't want to seem selfish. Lucien wanted
Mirabelle to welcome him to her bed every night. Overwhelming and exhausting
her was not a good way to ensure her willingness, he assumed.
                "Lucien?" Mirabelle whispered.
                "Thank you, my love. That was
incredible." He kissed her neck and sighed. Despite the close calls with
his control, it had been incredible. She purred and stretched against him.
Lucien’s eyes widened as his erection began to return. He pulled her firmly
against him and tightened his arms around her. "You need to sleep; it's
been a long day." He murmured against her ear. Somehow, he knew it would
be a long time before he could sleep.
               
    Hours later, Lucien let his eyes
crack open slightly. Weak light began to seep into the room. He turned and saw
Mirabelle's head on the pillow. In repose, she looked like an angel. He felt
his lips lift. It was the only time anyone might confuse her for one. As
Lucien's eyes adjusted to the light, his eyes wandered downwards. One arm
rested on the pillow next to her, the other draped over her stomach. Mirabelle
had kicked the covers off and her legs were slightly parted. Her breasts rose
and fell softly, the pale pink tips beckoned; he licked his lips as he looked
down. Such a mistake. The sight of creamy thighs and dark curls reminded Lucien
of how tight she felt around him and how sweet she'd tasted on his fingers. He
clenched his jaw and raked his hands through his hair. His usual morning
erection felt like lead. Mirabelle moaned in her sleep. She shifted. Lucien
froze as her hand slid up her stomach towards her breasts.
                "Oh, Jesus!" He whispered and bolted
from the bed. Lucien jumped over a chaise and rushed into his dressing room. He
locked both doors, fell into the chair and did something he hadn't done since
he was a youth: he shut his eyes and wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock
and stroked. Lucien imagined Mirabelle's breasts swinging back and forth as he took
her from behind. He didn't last two minutes.

Chapter 15
     
    Mirabelle awoke slowly, stretching
and yawning, as she smiled drowsily. She reached for Lucien and found nothing
but empty bed to her left. She sat up and looked around. She was alone. She
looked back at the pillows and frowned. Mirabelle lifted the covers and sighed
in relief. Aside from a faint smear of blood, the sheets were clean.
                "But where is Lucien?" She whispered.
Just then, Mary pushed the door open and peeked in.
                "Oh, good, you're up! Good morning, Your
Grace!" She chirped, excited to be using the new title, as she bustled
about the room. Mary opened the wardrobe and began removing items. Mirabelle's
mouth hung open. Why was her maid even in the room?
                "Do you know where Lucien is, Mary?"
She asked as she slipped from the bed.
                "His Grace is in his study, I believe. He
told me not to wake you but once you were up to hurry and get you ready."           
                "Did he?" Mirabelle was confused and
unamused. Gilles and Elise didn't emerge from their chambers for days after
their wedding and Mirabelle expected " The ton's most talented and
wicked rake " to be a bit more demanding and attentive.
                Once she was dressed, Mirabelle marched down the
stairs and to the study. Lucien rose from his desk and greeted her at the door.
                "Good morning, my love!" He tilted her
chin and brushed his lips against hers. "Did you sleep well?" He
looked so handsome and happy and his lips had felt so warm, Mirabelle was
momentarily disoriented. She nodded.
                "I missed you; I thought you'd be there
when I awoke." Mirabelle whispered as she