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Bridget’s heart broke for the pain he went through, but she realized something else. He was handsome whether he had those scars or not, and she had fallen in love with him.

She kissed his shut eye. “Seeing you makes me love you even more, Harry,” she whispered, and he breathed in sharply.

“You do?” he asked as though he could not believe her.

“I love you, Harry.”

He said nothing for a long moment, but his eye was filled with awe, and something more.

“I love you, Bridget. You have my heart,” he breathed, before he brought his lips to hers, holding her tightly against him as he poured what he felt into the kiss.

Chapter 29

Their hands were everywhere all at once, their fingers running into each other’s hair, undoing the sash of her robe while she pushed his coat from his shoulders. All that existed at that instant was their love and intense desire.

Bridget turned to straddle him as her robe fell to the ground, and he pushed the thin straps of her nightrail. His mouth closed over her nipple, and the pleasure rippled down to intensify the ache between her legs.

“Harry,” she moaned, moving her hips against his, seeking what only he could give her. “I want you.”

“I know, my love.” He moved his mouth to her other nipple, sucking as his hands cupped her bottom.

Harry rose with her in his arms and began to walk back into the castle. Bridget clung to him, every step prolonging the sweet torture of need. He kicked open the door on the side of the building and walked inside before setting her down on her feet in the hallway. It appeared he was not in a hurry to reach the bedchamber because he began to kiss her again, slowly moving until she felt her back against a wall.

Kissing a trail from her neck down to the valley between her breasts, he sank to his knees, and bunching her nightrail up to her ribs, kept the trail until he reached her navel.

Bridget bit her lip to keep her moan but when she felt his kisses moving lower, a longing moan pushed past her lips. He raised her leg and draped it over his shoulder, then looked up at her with a wicked grin.

Her whole body quivered when he kissed her sex, then gently began to suck her most delicate flesh. She braced her hands on his shoulder and tilted her head back against the wall, his name on her lips, sensual gratification flowing through her and coiling where his mouth was.

Suddenly, her body tightened, then released all at once, every inch of her quivering. Harry held her but he did not stop kissing her. She dug her nails into his shoulders as her breath ceased for a moment.

Harry stopped and looked up at her, the moonlight filtering in through the windows illuminating his handsome face, and she was filled with so much exhilaration, she had to squeal. Bridget was sure what he had done to her just now was only the beginning. Harry rose to his feet and picked her up.

“I have many more climaxes to give you,” he murmured, kissing her lips.

“Tonight?”

“Every night.” He carried her up the stairs, stopping every few steps to kiss her.

Bridget was in languid bliss when they reached their bedchamber. It was Harry’s bedchamber, but she considered it theirs now. He laid her on the bed and sat on the edge to take off his boots and socks.

When he began to unbutton his waistcoat, she placed a hand on his arm to stop him. “I want to see you,” she said, but then realized she was not telling him exactly what she wanted. “Stand up,” she corrected, “and undress before me. Slowly.”

The corner of his mouth tilted into a wicked smile and his eye gleamed. Harry stood and did as she asked, tossing his waistcoat and very slowly pulling his shirt over his head, exposing the hard plane of his body.

The need that had been sated moments ago returned, and it was as though her body had completely forgotten her first pleasure. As his hands moved to the fastenings of his breeches, Bridget got onto her knees and pulled off her nightrail.

“Holy God, Bridget!” he rasped from where he stood. Her eyes found his desire straining against his breeches and her lips dried.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” she ordered.

He drew his breeches down and stepped out of them before taking a step toward her. “What do you want?” His voice was deep and sensual, his body carved to make her desire him more every time she looked at him. He took his manhood in his hand and began to stroke it.

Bridget’s breath hitched in her throat, and her hand moved down to her sex. “Continue that,” she said, touching herself. Now that she had him, she wanted to relish every moment.

Harry stepped closer, his eye now very dark with desire. Cupping the back of her neck, he kissed her lips, sucking on her lower lip until it was swollen and pulsing. His hand moved to caress her breasts while he stroked himself.

Her back arched and her urgency grew. Grasping his shoulders, Bridget drew him down to her, leaning back and parting her legs for him.

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