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“What are we going to do about Jacob and Kitty?” Diana asked Edmund that night as they readied themselves for bed after dinner.
“There’s nothing we can do.” Edmund shrugged then sighed. “They must find their own way as best they can. It won’t be easy for either of them.”
Diana nodded then stripped down to her chemise.
“He’s so sad,” she observed, taking off her jewelry at the dressing table and brushing out her long blonde curls. Edmund came up behind her and kissed her hair, his hands on her shoulders and his deep green eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
“So was I when I thought I would never have you. There’s not much we can do to change their situations, but sometimes, things have a way of working themselves out, don’t they?”
“We were very lucky,” Diana said as she turned to meet his kiss. She sighed with pleasure as Edmund slowly and gently unfastened all remaining buttons and ties on her underclothes, drawing her to her feet and pushing the fabric away so that it fell to the floor.
Unhurried, he caressed his wife’s nude body lovingly from every angle until she pressed against him, seeking his mouth hungrily as one of her legs wrapped around his hip.
“Now it’s my turn,” Diana whispered huskily and began to deftly unfasten and strip away Edmund’s clothing, more impatient than he had been because of the arousal he had already sparked.
When they were both entirely naked, Edmund lifted Diana in his arms and carried her to the large oak bed which was the centerpiece of the bedroom suite, a family heirloom of unknown age and provenance.
The headboard and the four posters were carved with trees, flowers and fruits of the woodland, an image made familiar and highly erotic to both of them since their return to Blackmore Manor. Diana made a small sound of anticipation as Edmund laid her down beneath that scenery again.
“We were fortunate in this bed too,” he observed, settling himself beside Diana and stroking the length of her body patiently with warm hands. “It seems to have been made for us.”
“Maybe one of your ancestors enjoyed loving his wife under the trees outside just as much as you,” Diana suggested breathlessly.
“Maybe his wife also enjoyed it just as much as you and he wished to remind her of such pleasure every time they lay down together in here at night.”
The only response from Diana was a long, drawn-out “ohhh!” as Edmund’s hand sought and found the slick, swollen center of her pleasure, fingering her lightly and kissing her deeply. He kept up the light pressure in time with the mounting of her excitement until she cried out sharply, overwhelmed by the intense spasms and helpless ripples of her climax.
Urgently then, she drew Edmund above her and felt the fullness and tingling upon receiving his member while she was still throbbing from the touch of his fingers.
“No wife ever enjoyed her husband as much as I enjoy you,” she declared, wrapping her legs firmly around his waist.
“Then I expect Iris will only be the first of our many children,” Edmund breathed with a smile, and all further words were lost in the loving compulsion of their bodies.
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ChapterOne
“Oh dear, do I feel there is much work to be done this evening.” Charlotte wrinkled her nose, her eyebrows turned down dubiously, as she studied the first ball of the season. Handsome couples spun by, entranced in their dances while servants paced the ballroom, balancing trays of appetizers on their fingertips.
“Charlotte, that is no way to be,” Benedict grumbled.
“It is every way to be,” she refuted, digging her gloved fingers spitefully into her brother’s arm as he guided her onto the floor. “If I do not save the season’s debutantes from slaughter, then who will? All these mamas are parading their daughters about as if some terrible fate does not pursue them. It is positively sickening to watch.”
The ballroom of the mansion was bathed in a golden glow. On the ceiling, elegant chandeliers sent spires of brilliant light bounding across the room. On the far side of the floor, a violinist began a romantic, yet upbeat solo piece.
“Terrible?” Arabella frowned. “There is nothing terrible about marriage.”