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  They’d spent the day with her family and departed for her manor at dusk, promising to return the next day.

  It was dark when they arrived, but the house was charming—everything she’d wished for. Genie turned to look at Huntingdon. Well, not everything. Her house could wait, Huntingdon could not. The staff had been alerted of their arrival. Too quickly she found herself alone with Huntingdon in the master’s bedchamber. Despite her certainty that this was what she wanted, she couldn’t hide her nervousness.

  He took off his coat and helped her with her pelisse. Spinning her around, he began the long process of helping her remove her gown. She shivered at his touch.

  “Tell me.”

  Her heart stopped. Fear prickled along the back of her neck. She knew what he wanted, but what would he think? Would he judge her? No. He loved her. Suddenly, she wanted to tell him. But she’d held on to the truth for so long, she didn’t know where to begin.

  So she started at the beginning with finding herself on the ship to America, pregnant. She explained her heartbreak at the loss of their child, the illness that had ravaged her, and the maid’s perfidy. She told him of the kind sisters who’d nursed her, and of her early attempts to find work as a governess. Of the difficulties with her employers, how she’d tried to starve herself to appear sickly, and finally, of the man who had attacked her.

  Huntingdon still stood at her back so she couldn’t see his expression, but she felt his body tense when she spoke of her near rape, of the letter opener, her time at Madame Solange’s and finally of Edmund’s timely arrival—before she’d been forced to make a decision as to her future. When she was done, she felt as if an enormous burden had been lifted off of her shoulders.

  Silently, Huntingdon picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Without her realizing it, she was completely naked.

  Huntingdon listened to her story with a mixture of sorrow and rage. Sorrow for the difficulties she’d met and rage at the men who’d hurt her. No wonder she’d turned cold at his lovemaking.

  Gently, he placed her on the bed and quickly removed the last of his own clothing. This time, damn his raging lust, she’d be in control. Even if it killed him.

  He slid in next to her and nestled her body against his. “Thank you for telling me. You’re an incredibly brave woman. I didn’t think it was possible, but I love you even more after hearing about all that you went through and all you did to survive.”

  She looked surprised. “You’re not repulsed?”

  “Repulsed? Yes, of the vile bastard who attacked you, but certainly not of the strong, amazing woman who fought back. Of her, I’m incredibly proud.”

  His fingers skimmed the curve of her waist and hips, he fought to control his arousal at the sensation of her velvety skin. But when her hands splayed against his chest and her fingers slid across his chest, his control deteriorated. She stroked his stomach, exploring the way his muscles flexed under her fingertips. When the back of her hand brushed against the head of his erection she stopped. He waited, teeth clenched, for her to decide. Tentatively, seductively, she traveled the length of his cock with one finger, exclaiming with sweet little gasps as his erection grew under her fingertip. She traced the long, bulging vein and he groaned. Her thumb found the silky drop and rubbed it over the top of his head. By the time she’d circled him with her hands, his control was nearly gone.

  “What do you want, Genie?” His voice sounded hoarse with desire.

  “I-I,” she stuttered. “I want you, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to experience pleasure again.”

  “Do you want me to go on?”

  She nodded.

  “If you want me to stop, I will.”

  She nodded again and he kissed her. Ravishing her mouth with his. She matched his urgency with her own. Her full breasts pressed sweetly against his chest, the firm, tiny nipples hard with desire. He lowered himself down the long length of her body, focusing all of his considerable attentions on her pleasure. He kissed her mouth, her breasts, every part of her body… except for one.

  She might not know what she wanted, but her body did. She writhed in his arms, her skin hot and pink. He could smell the sweet honey of her arousal. He wanted to sink himself deep inside her and bring her to release, but he had to be sure.

  So he continued his wicked onslaught. When he thought she was close, his mouth found the inside of her thigh and she stilled. He teased her, flicking his tongue agonizingly close to her slick little entry.

  “Tell me you want me,” he whispered. His hands slid up her sleek thighs and gripped her round bottom, lifting her hips to his mouth.

  She didn’t answer, but circled her hips, silently begging. “Tell me,” he ordered.

  “Your mouth.”

  He buried his head between her legs and gave her what she wanted.

  Genie couldn’t believe what he was doing to her. The sheer intimacy stunned her—and thrilled her with naughty excitement. She nearly jumped off the bed at the first sweep of his tongue. He chuckled, but all she could think about was his mouth on her, the scratch of his beard on the inside of her thigh, the pressure of the burning sensation building inside her. He parted her with his fingers and flicked his tongue over her swollen flesh. The burning sensation intensified, lifting her body to the highest peak until his mouth closed over her and she exploded.

  Boneless, it took her a moment to realize what had just happened. She’d found passion again. And now she wanted more. Their eyes met and something passed between them, a connection long broken now made stronger than ever. She could see that he was pleased to have brought her pleasure, but his fiery gaze still burned with unspent desire.

  She reached for him, circling her hand around his stiff erection. He fell back on the pillow, his eyes closed and his head rolled back as she pumped him, finding his rhythm, until he strained under her hand. Tiny white drops beaded on its head.

  She leaned down to flick her tongue over his sweetness and he cried out, a pained, guttural sound that flooded her with heat. Her mouth hovered over him, he was so tense with desire she couldn’t believe the strength of his control. Remembering what he’d done to her, her tongue circled the thick head of his manhood. He made another sound, something that sounded like “please,” and she took him deep into her mouth and sucked. Stroking him with her tongue, pumping him with her mouth. The swollen vein running down his length began to pulse and she knew he was achingly close.

  She moved over him, reveling in the power of her position. She braced herself on his shoulders and slowly lowered her body down on him. He was agonizingly long and thick; her body did not take him easily. Every muscle in his body bulged, but still he did not move to help her. Finally, with considerable effort, he was inside her, filling her, stretching her. Making her complete.

  She slid over him, easing him in and out, slowly at first then with increasing speed. She rode him hard, the burning sensation building inside her again. Faster and faster, her breasts bounced and his bollocks slapped hard against her bottom. She heard him grunt, felt him throb and pulse, and when the warmth of his seed shot inside her, she screamed, coming apart in the violent storm of a shattering orgasm.

  Exhausted, she collapsed on top of him. More sated than she’d ever been in her entire life. Never had she felt so happy or so secure. This is where she belonged, in his arms, forever. “I love you,” she whispered.

  He took her chin and tipped her eyes up to meet hers. “I’ll love you until the end of time.”

  EPILOGUE

  Two months later

  The Duke of Huntingdon’s carriage rolled to a stop in front of Huntingdon House. Thanks to the Dowager Duchess of Huntingdon, they were back in London. A few weeks ago, a mysterious marriage license had materialized, attesting to the marriage between Miss Genie Prescott and Mr. Robert Preston. Nonetheless, despite the “proof” refuting the gossip, the duke and duchess decided to spend some time at Genie’s manor to weather the storm of gossip. The past couple of m