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“Please, you need not…”
“I saw you.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Last night. I saw you in your study. What you were doing. I saw all of it.”
The ground seemed to give way beneath him.
“I…”
“I want to see it again.”
Chapter Ten
Elizabeth
Once the words had been spoken, Lizzy knew that she had asked too much of him. Fitzwilliam’s eyes widened in shock, and he rose to his feet. She dragged her eyes over his body, and could not help but notice hardened outline of something within his breeches. She inhaled sharply; she knew, for she had been told, that a man’s part grew hard when aroused. She had aroused him.
It was surely a sin, but she felt a great pride at having such a profound effect on him.
“You cannot know what you are asking.”
“I know it is wrong. I have been consumed with it all day. I have thought of nothing but what I saw.”
“It was not…I did not think…” he swallowed heavily. “Lizzy, please. You cannot ask this of me.”
“You think me a whore,” she said dully. “I am sorry, I do not know what has come over me. Please, you must forgive me for making a fool of myself. I have never…I would never…”
“I am mad with wanting,” he said suddenly. “I cannot explain what has come over me. The first moment our lips touched…it ignited something in me I have never felt, sweet Elizabeth. I think of you every second of every day, I always have, but… my God, you will think me depraved.”
“Tell me.”
There was not an inch between them, and Elizabeth gasped when his hands gripped her waist. He turned her, her back pressed against his front. She felt something hard against her, and she closed her eyes as he lowered his lips to her ear. His voice was as soft as velvet, as dark as chocolate and even sweeter.
He kissed her neck; his tongue drawing patterns against the sensitive skin that made her toes curl. She stayed in that wonderful embrace as long as she could, his kisses wandering from her neck to her jaw, before taking her earlobe into his mouth. He bit down gently on the lobe, and she shivered.
“Wait,” she said breathlessly.
He pulled away at once, turning her in his arms so they stood face to face. She wished she had not said anything, for he looked so handsome she wanted nothing but to kiss him.
“I must know something,” Elizabeth asked, though she was afraid of the answer.
“Anything.”
“How many women have you lain with?”
“Other women?” he pulled away. “None. I have never kissed another, or known another’s touch. It is you, Elizabeth. Only you.”
“I thought…I had assumed…”
“I am not a creature prone to lust by my nature, Elizabeth. I never gave it any thought at all. It is you who has stirred this fire within me.”
“How will we know what to do?”
“I know what to do,” he told her, “in a roundabout way. We shall learn it together. I know that I want you to find great pleasure in your husband; that matters to me above all else.”
“Is that right?” she asked, “my mother said that…”
