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quivered over her
and moved her hips in time with his talented tongue. Suddenly, the long
coolness of his finger pressed into her depths and she moaned even louder as he
eased it in and out in a steady rhythm with her hips. Each pleasure built upon
each other until she was sure she could feel no more.
    Then, as
suddenly as he started, William backed up and slipped his finger out, licking
his lips as he moved over her panting form. “Look at you,” he purred into her
neck as he pinned her narrow wrists above her head.
    “William,”
she whispered, her voice little more than a breath.
    “Yes,
Isabel,” he said as he lowered his face into her neck.
    She wasn’t
sure what entered her first, as the confusion of teeth and manhood melted
together. The familiar pinch of pain pricked her neck just as his length found
its way inside, her warmth pulsing around his sizable hardness. He didn’t move
for a moment, and Isabel’s whole body trembled in anticipation for him to do something as she relaxed around his size.
    Slowly, he
pulled out and eased it back in, his teeth still buried in her neck. Isabel
gasped, partly out of pain and partly because the pain ebbed away into an
aching pleasure she’d never experienced. He throbbed inside of her. The draw of
blood filled the desperate need that pooled in Isabel’s groin, and she moved
her hips in time with each thrust as achingly slow as the sustenance he drew
from her body.
    When he
pulled back from her neck, the paleness of his flesh lessened and his skin
suddenly held the same scorching heat as her own. Leaning forward, Isabel
caught his full lips on hers, the coppery taste of her own blood exciting her
taste buds as their tongues mingled together. William’s fingers trailed off her
wrists, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her back from the
heat of the hearthstones.
    Her whole
life narrowed to that one moment, the only moment she’d ever been blissfully
happy. The thundering friction inside her grew with each plunge, and William’s
eyes met hers, the green depths shining in the dim light as the pool of her pleasure
overflowed. Her body trembled as William’s seed flooded her.
    William’s
chest heaved on top of her own, and Isabel wondered if she would ever breath
normally again, or if the waves of contentment washing through her veins would ever
fade. She knew they must but hoped they wouldn’t.
    Still buried
inside her warmth, William kissed her hand and sighed, his dark hair tumbling
over his shoulders.
    Isabel
pushed it from his face, running her thumb over the smooth warmth of his skin,
and smiled at him. “I want to stay,” she said, “but if you think this was a
mistake, I’ll go.”
    “No
mistake,” he mumbled into her hair and his hands gripped onto her shoulders as
if they always belonged there. “I do want you to stay with me.”
    “I will,”
she said and wondered at how her entire life turned around in the one moment
she decided to speak her mind. She’d have to do it more often.

Chapter
Two
     
     
     
     
    William
smelled her as soon as he walked into the house, the rich scent of her body
that humans so often overlooked. She was in the servants' quarters, but beyond
that he had no idea what she was doing. Sleeping? Eating? Bathing? He’d put off
the inevitable long enough. He needed to talk to her about her upcoming freedom
tonight.
    “I’m
starved,” Charles said as he loosened his cravat and slumped into a chair in
front of the roaring fire. The heat from the flames did little to warm either
of their pale white skin.
    “Mr. Moorish
had plenty of servants. Why didn’t you drink from one of them?” William asked.
His younger brother could be such a fool at times.
    “I did, but
only a little sip from each. I hate to be a hog at those gatherings. Plus, we
have perfectly good servants here. Shall I call Isabel? She should be full up
by now- I haven’t had a drink from her in weeks,” he said and smirked.
    William
glared at