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“Why is it so awkward?”

“Because you won’t stopping thinking, when you should just be enjoying.”

“All right.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll try.”

“Don’t try. Just relax. Think about Henbury Hall,” he said. He continued to push, his eyelids lowering. The more pleasure he got, the more he hurt Nora.

With one last push, Nora yelped and he was in her as deep as he could get.

He didn’t move. Nora’s nails relaxed. Her eyes finally opened. “Is it done yet?”

“Not by half. Is there still pain?” he asked.

“No. Not terrible. Just an ache.” She wiggled beneath his weight. “You’re still inside?”

“Yes.”

“Do you enjoy that?” she asked.

“It is perhaps the best thing in the world for a man. In my opinion.” He kissed her lightly. “Did you not feel the force of passion yourself?”

Tears came quickly and leaked down the side of her face. “Yes, I think so. There was such a yearning for something. I can’t name it. It was good but not, because I couldn’t do anything to make it stop or to make it better. As if it controlled me, made me blind to anything else. Even you.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“Because I… Because I can’t help it. I’ve never been this close with someone before.”

He pressed another kiss to her lips. “My dear Nora. In the future when you cry while I’m inside you, let it be because you are feeling indescribable pleasure.”

“I don’t think I can control anything about this. I can’t even think.”

“Once we have our clothes on again, rational thought will return.”

“I hope so. Maybe we should finish.”

“Soon.” He flexed his buttocks, pulling out and then pushing back in.

“Oh! That hurt a little. Will it every time?”

“No. It shouldn’t. I’ll be more careful.”

“Then hurry. It is a bit uncomfortable, and we’ll need to rise early in the morning. Lady Fortenay has breakfast laid out at six.”

“If we are late to the table, do you think she will suspect what we did all night?”

“All night? Once is enough.”

Gabriel thrust again. Nora gasped. “It does get better. And the next time, I may take your rail off. I would like to see all of you.”

He nuzzled her face, his nose pressed to her cheek before kissing her again. He opened his mouth over hers, their tongues battling lightly. Gabriel started a gentle thrusting.

Seeing her smile once and then again gave him the confidence to finish. He bent to suck her nipples again since she seemed to like it. Nora’s reaction was all gasping and wiggling. Gabriel followed with a thorough release, burying himself deep and enjoying the last of her body’s contractions as they drained him.

He rolled away, on his back with eyes closed and ready for a good night’s sleep. He felt the intensity of her gaze. “You’re not tired,” he asked quietly.

“No. Tell me how it works. For you.”

He laughed. “It works so well that sometimes I can think of nothing else. Sometimes, though, I just want to sleep.”

“I mean, how does it work from head to toe? Where do you like to be touched? Does it matter what I do to you during…”

“Nora, it matters very much. Any time you want to touch me, you are more than welcome to do so. If you are asking where it feels best, I will be happy to show you. If you are asking whether I prefer your hands or your sheath…or your mouth, then I would say all in their turn.”

“My mouth!” she said, pushing to her elbow and staring down at him. “That’s…that’s very strange, Carlow.”

“Strange? My dear, reserve your judgment until I use my mouth on you.”

She gasped then fell back to the bed, pulling the blankets to her shoulders and didn’t utter another word.

* * * * *

Come morning, Nora was up early. Gabriel heard the splash of water, then the armoire doors closing and clothes rustling. And it was a good morning.

When Gabriel finally opened his eyes, he really only had one thing on his mind, and it wasn’t to discover what was laid out on Lady Fortenay’s breakfast buffet.

He stood and stretched, a not so subtle reminder to Nora what they had accomplished last night. He glanced toward her, sitting in a hard, straight-backed chair, crying into a linen handkerchief.

“Nora? What is it?”

“I didn’t bleed,” she choked. “I am—I was a virgin. You must believe me.” Her shoulders shook. He glanced quickly at her side of the bed to see the pristine whiteness, albeit well-wrinkled.

“Oh, good Lord, woman. If ever there was a virgin in my bed, it was you last night.” He laughed, not meaning to laugh at her, but only Nora could come up with a reason for theatrics at such a time. He reached for her hand. “Come here.” He pulled her toward the bed. “Sit. Now lean back.”

Nora sobbed into her handkerchief again but obeyed him. Naked, he knelt on the floor, his knees grinding against the threadbare carpet. He tossed up her skirts, the smell of rosewater wafting from beneath.

Gabriel leaned toward her, using both hands to separate the folds of the skin between her thighs. Nora’s only reaction to the shock was the urgent squeeze of his shoulders nestled between her thighs.

He passed his tongue in a long, slow swipe and then circled the sensitive bud of her passion. Another sob shook Nora’s whole body. He wasn’t so kind or so slow as he’d been last night. He set about to claim Nora’s body in the most ruthless, tender and thorough manner possible—licking, sucking and teasing—until Nora shattered, sobbing and laughing, unable to control her body or her emotions. Then he did it again.

Nora was a quivering, boneless, emotional mess when Lady Fortenay’s breakfast bell stopped him. Gabriel stood, washed

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