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"Despite everything he had done that was foolish and wrong, Louisa wanted and liked him. The knowledge seeped through him, bone-deep and astounding. He wanted her to know his very self....more
So he kissed her, slow and gentle, his lips entreating: trust me.
Tilting her head in the cradle of his hands, he slid his mouth to the hot pulse on her neck, then murmured down its length.
Nonsense? Poetry? It didn't matter. She shivered, and he sucked lightly at the fragile skin. Not hard enough to bruise; only e