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Yes, their moment together had been intense, and she was sure he had not
compromised her virtue. Even more, why did he moan my name earlier? This
man will be the death of me. “Tell me, did I do
anything wrong, my lord?”
    “Of
course not, love. You were perfect, though I am not likely to give you up
anytime soon. That, sweetheart, is what it feels like for a man. And now if you
will permit, I would like to demonstrate that you, too, can experience the same
bliss without losing your integrity.”
    “Is
it not the same, my lord?”
    “Of
course not, love. Let me show you what heaven can be like for a sweet,
deserving angel as yourself, every day, several times a day. You ladies of
society need to be reminded you are just as carnal as us men when you aren’t
busy with the ton.”
    For
the briefest of moments, the sound of his beating heart thundering in her ear
gave her comfort, knowing she had done well. She finally knew what it meant to
be intimate with another, and appreciated, but now he wanted to pleasure her.
She should not allow it, but they had already gone too far. “What would you
have me do, my lord?”
    He
chuckled, his bed shaking in response. “Absolutely nothing, my love. If you
have no qualms about removing your shift, I would be able to delight you even
further, but please only do so if you wish. I will still be able to pleasure you
with or without the gown.”
    After
a moment of contemplating her—their—situation, Emily removed her frock, tossed
it to the floor, and laid back.
    “That
is a good girl. You are beautiful, love. Every inch of you is meant to be
worshipped.” He rose above her and bent down, gently pressing his lips to hers.
The man tasted sinful. She could not help but feel lost with every swipe of his
tongue. Yet too soon, he moved to the crook of her neck then through the valley
of her small breasts.
    That
is when his ministrations began.
    While
his lips closed in around her pert nipple, he slid a hand down the curve of her
waist to the apex of her thighs. His touch lingered there while he sucked. His
fingers parted her curls and plunged into the warm dampth of her womanhood.
    Lord
Avonlea’s fingers penetrated her inner folds, and the sensation, so new to her,
made her shudder. She felt hot, wanton, and unable to control the ridiculous
sounds she had begun to make. Lost in the moment, Emily grasped straws, trying
to make sense of what was happening to her.
    Is this even normal? She yearned for him and could
think of nothing else other than this pleasure. Her head swam with nothingness,
other than her body reacting. Somewhere in the midst of enjoying his touch, she
imagined them together—like this—now and forever. Shame on me for
thinking such thoughts . T’was an affliction brought on by his
scandalous talent. But such a wondrous talent should never go to waste.
    A
kittenish sigh slipped from her lips, and she breathed heavily. Her insides
contracted and released in short waves.
    “You
are almost there, love. Ride it out. Give in to the pleasure and its offerings,”
he whispered to her in the middle of the haze of lust.
    His
fingers continued to slide in and out of her while he confused her senses and
emotions with his mouth. He had already sucked on both of her nipples and now
nibbled on the sensitive flesh beneath her breasts.
    Emily’s
breath shortened, and her insides tensed. He made her mindless with desire. Her
heart thundered in her chest, and her skin was ever so sensitive to the earl’s heavenly
touch. She was blinded by bright light and empty-mindedness. Then, the bed sank
next to her when his lordship lay down.
    “And
that, love, is how a real man pleasures a woman.” He wrapped an arm around her
and pulled her close. “Mind you, there are more sinful ways to explore, but we
shall see what the future holds for us first before I indulge you, my sweet.”
    For
now, all she cared about was being in the arms of this sweet man her brother
called a friend. If