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Sebastian captured one nipple in his mouth, whilst pinching gently upon the other with his free hand. Mary gasped again, as he suckled, this time with pleasure. Her hips bucked, her longing mirroring his own.

As his erection pressed painfully against his breeches, Sebastian continued to lavish attention on her breasts. He wanted her slick and wet when he entered her.

At last, his need could no longer be ignored, and he lifted his head to face her. He held her gaze as he unbuttoned his breeches, to allow his erection spring forth.

“If you run away, I will find you,” he whispered, as he lifted her skirts around her waist. “Do you understand me?”

She nodded, breathless with passion. He spread her legs and pulled her so her bottom sat at the edge of the table, her female core wide open. Her lips were full, plump with passion, and gleaming with her slick need for him.

With a growl, Sebastian caught her lips in a searing kiss and thrust his way inside her.

Peace enveloped him, as his cock was wrapped in her hot, wet warmth. It lasted but a moment, for he was taken over by the need to go deeper, ever deeper.

He placed one hand on the table to balance himself, the other clutched at her bottom, pulling her to meet his every thrust.

His eyes held hers as he moved within her; he did not break his gaze, even when his strokes became more frantic. He held her gaze as she broke, the muscles of her womanhood rippling in waves of pleasure around his swollen cock.

As her pupils dilated, rendering her green eyes dark with pleasure, Sebastian reached his own climax. Rather than withdraw and spill his seed outside of her, the mad beast in his mind urged him deeper. Possess her, all of her, the voice urged. Fill her with your seed, so she belongs to you always…

Sebastian gave one last thrust, clutching her tightly against him, and groaned as he felt his liquid spill inside her.

For a moment, he lay slumped atop of her, taken aback by the ferocity of what he had felt. It was only when Mary’s hands began to caress his hair, he felt himself return to earth.

“You did not…” she ventured, as Sebastian stood up.

He held out his hand to help her to a stand and fetched her his coat, to cover her ripped bodice. He then buttoned up his breeches and straightened his shirt, striving for some sort of respectability.

“It is no matter,” he whispered, finally answering her. “You will be fine; it is unlikely that one tumble will leave you with child.”

He said this, merely to reassure her, for he was well aware she might soon be quickening with his seed. The thought did not fill him with fear but, rather, a sense of masculine pride.

He tucked his coat around her and led her from the library, up to the bedchamber. Once there, he undressed her with tender care. Kissing each part of her skin as it was revealed to him. In the dressing room, he found a basin of water - warm, thanks to the diligent chambermaid - and a sponge.

He called Mary in and tenderly washed between her legs, removing all traces of him from her skin.

Once she was dry, he fetched her night-rail and helped her into it. Then he picked her up and carried her over to the bed.

He tucked her in under the thick sheets, before undressing himself and slipping in beside her. He threw his arm over her body, cradling it protectively. Now that the ferocious desire which he had claimed her with was spent, his primal urge was to protect her. To cherish her and keep her safe.

“Are you certain it will be fine?” Mary whispered, her head resting against the pillow. “You said that you do not wish to sire any children.”

“It will all work out,” Sebastian whispered, as he nuzzled against her back.

It would not be a problem, if she became pregnant, he thought, as he drifted towards sleep. In fact, it would be a joy.

They would have to marry, of course, for Sebastian wanted their imagined child to be legitimate. He wanted what he had with Mary to be recognised as legitimate too. For he was beginning to understand that what he felt for her was not affection, but love.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

LILLIAN AWOKE LATEthe next morning, to find the spot where Sebastian should be empty. A note lay on the pillow, explaining he was needed in Parliament.

She sighed, unsure of how to feel. Though she was put-out that there would be no morning caresses, she was glad for the time alone to assess just where it was she stood with him.

For the past few weeks, she had fooled herself into believing that her past was behind her for good, now she was not so certain.

Sebastian was becoming somewhat suspicious of her, though she could not blame him for that. After all, she had concealed from him that the woman he shared his bed with, had killed a man dead.

Worse than his suspicion was her own lack of guardedness around him. Her comment on her father had slipped thoughtlessly from her lips, such was her comfort in his company. The happiness which she had felt these past few weeks, now seemed more fragile than ever. It might shatter at any moment, though she had been foolish to imagine that it would not.

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