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Sebastian had never valued or admired innocence.
Oh you dirty pheww 🤭😮💨
Sebastian watched her in the gamboling firelight, and realized with some surprise that she was attractive. He had never really looked at her directly, had only received the impression of a frowsy red-haired girl with bad posture. But she was lovely.
He found it odd that he had never noticed her, when there was a great deal worth noticing.
“He didn’t seem to take it well, my borrowing of his betrothed.”
Borrowing lmao
Derek Craven had been, indisputably, a showman.
My beloved I miss him
Their gazes held, and Sebastian experienced a strange shock of awareness that went from his head to his toes.
He wanted the scent of her in his nostrils, and on his own skin…the drag of her long hair over his throat and chest…He wanted to do unspeakable things with her mouth, and with his own.
Oh..... my god?? Is he down bad??
She shot him a sardonic glance. “You w-wouldn’t be so nervous about that if you hadn’t tried this with an unwilling victim l-last week.” “Touché. Then we may describe you as a willing victim?” “An eager one,” Evangeline said shortly, looking as though she wanted to be off at once. “My favorite kind,” he remarked, and bowed politely before he strode from the library.
Perhaps she had more of her father in her than anyone had guessed. Ivo Jenner had been a bare-knuckle bruiser, and the secret to his success, within the rope ring and outside it, was not talent but tenacity. She had inherited the same stubbornness.
She was amazed that she had managed to communicate so well with St. Vincent, who was more than a little intimidating, with his golden beauty and wintry ice-blue eyes, and a mouth made for kisses and lies. He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.
Oh yeahhhh
“Is there any reason for them to suspect that you’ve come to me?” “Oh n-no,” she said. “No one would ever believe I could be so demented.”
Lmao
Returning to the carriage, Evie tried to remove her wet shoes without smearing mud onto the velvet upholstery. St. Vincent climbed in after her and bent to help. While he untied her shoes and drew them from her cramped feet, Evie wordlessly removed the rain-soaked hat from his head and tossed it to the opposite seat.
They're literally like an old married couple lol
Evie’s heartbeat quickened, her veins dilated with a rush of tingling blood as St. Vincent took one of her hands in his and began to toy with her cold fingers.
Cuteeee
St. Vincent laced their fingers together lightly, drew a small circle in her palm with his thumb, then slid his fingers up to match them against hers. Although his complexion was fair, his skin was warm-toned, the kind that absorbed the sun easily. Eventually St. Vincent ceased his playing and kept her fingers folded in his.
“Did it?” Evie asked with mild surprise. “I suppose…I must feel comfortable with you. I tend to stammer less with certain people.” How odd—her stammer never completely vanished like this unless she was talking to children.
“What did he say?” Evie mumbled against St. Vincent’s shoulder. “I have no idea,” he said in her ear. “And I’d rather not speculate.”
Oh they're cute omg
Interrupting what promised to be a long spate of fatherly advice, St. Vincent said in a clipped voice, “It’s not a love match. It’s a marriage of convenience, and there’s not enough warmth between us to light a birthday candle. Get on with it, if you please. Neither of us has had a proper sleep in two days.” Silence fell over the scene, with MacPhee and his two daughters appearing shocked by the brusque remarks. Then the blacksmith’s heavy brows lowered over his eyes in a scowl. “I don’t like ye,” he announced.
LMFAO
Trembling and enervated, she let him help her from the tub. She even allowed him to dry her, as she was unable to do anything but stand listlessly, not caring or even noticing if he was looking at her.
Him helping her is sending me into orbit my goddddd
After what had just happened, he should have been satiated for hours. But it hadn’t been enough.
HIMMMMM
A grin crossed Sebastian’s face, and he bent swiftly to kiss her stomach. “I’ll send for breakfast, sweet.”
My gawddddd
“Evie,” she murmured, reaching down to pull the covers up to her chest. “That’s what my father and my friends call me.” “Are we finally ready for first names?” A teasing smile lurked in the corners of his lips. “Sebastian,” he said softly.
What eyes she had, as if someone had collected layers of blue glass and shone the brightest sunlight through it.
HE'S A FUCKING POET
In the midst of dressing, she felt Sebastian’s gaze on her. Hastily she yanked her chemise down to conceal her pinkening torso. “You’re beautiful, Evie,” came his soft comment.
MELTING IM MELTING 😩😩😩
“Don’t remove a single freckle, sweet. I found some in the most enchanting places. I already have my favorites…shall I tell you where they are?”
CRYING
A faint smile touched Sebastian’s lips as he saw that Evie had used one of his silk cravats to tie her hair at the back of her neck.
Ohmahgawddd 😩
“I bought it from MacPhee when I saw it in his cottage,” Sebastian replied, seeming amused by her giddy excitement. “Naturally he was overjoyed at the prospect of charging me for something else.”
LMAO
As she drowsed in his arms, it occurred to her that he provided the illusion of something she had never had before. Sanctuary. His hand passed repeatedly over her hair in the gentlest of caresses, and she heard him murmur in his dark-angel voice, “Rest, my love. I’m watching over you.”
😩😩😩😩😩
“Do I look bored to you?” he demanded, the towel doing little to conceal the outline of a roaring erection.
LMFAOOO
“I rarely dislike people for things they can’t change,” Sebastian replied sardonically. “They usually give me sufficient cause to dislike them for other reasons.”
Sebastian was behaving oddly.
Girl...
“I was afraid you might say that,” he replied dryly. “It’s a mistake, you know. You have no idea of what you’ll be exposed to…the obscenities and lewd comments, the lecherous gazes, the groping and pinching…and that’s just at my house. Imagine what it would be like here.”
He's such a comedian lmao
“There’s no need to say anything,” he murmured, smiling. “Clearly you’re speechless with gratitude at the prospect of having me here to keep an eye on you.”
Lmao
Evie shook her head slightly, unable to believe that she was watching Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent, shave her father with the expertise of a seasoned valet.
Cause he's perfect omg I'm crying
Her eyes closed, and she tensed as she felt his big hands settle on her shoulders. His fingers smoothed lightly over her upper back, as if he were searching for something…and then he began to knead her back with gentle, sure motions, easing the soreness of her tortured muscles. His artful fingertips probed places of aching tension, causing her to inhale sharply. The pressure of his hands intensified, his palms rolling over her back, his thumbs stroking deeply on either side of her spine.
Ohmahgoddddd
“Did he?” Sebastian was silent for a long moment, and then he spoke with chilling softness. “I’m going to tear him limb from limb.”
SPEAK YOUR TRUTH KING
“And for you,” he mocked, seeming to enjoy the flare of temper he had provoked in her. “Good Lord, what a display. All that tempestuous defiance…it makes me want to bed you.”
Hehehehehe 😏
“Evie,” came his faint whisper, “I’m going to your mother, y’see…she’s got ’em to leave a back door open…so I can steal into ’eaven.”
Oh my god sad
Cam leaned over the bedside, clasping Jenner’s hands in his just as Evie had done. “Father of my heart,” he said softly, “be at peace with every soul you leave behind. And know that God will open your way in the new life.”
HOW SWEET
Throwing a watery glance to the doorway, she found Sebastian’s tall form standing there, his face unreadable, and she realized suddenly that she did need him to be there after all. As he stared at her with his bright moonstone eyes, something in his gaze helped to steady her.
“If my wife finds comfort in trite Romany homilies, I have no objection to your offering them. However, if you ever kiss her again, no matter how platonic the fashion, I’ll make a eunuch of you.”
Lmao bro
Cam had never seen anything like the mute longing that St. Vincent felt for his own wife. No one could fail to observe that whenever Evie entered the room, St.Vincent practically vibrated like a tuning fork.
“The next time I see you,” Sebastian said viciously, “no matter what the circumstances, I’m going to kill you. No law, nor weapon, nor God Himself will be able to stop it from happening. So if you value your life, don’t let your path cross mine again.”
TELL EM BABY!!!
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything on this earth.” Sebastian took a shivering breath.
“Evie…I can’t hold to our agreement. I can’t live with you, see you every day, and not have you. I can’t…”
Melting
“Three months,” she said, “and that’s my final offer.” “No!” “Then go find another woman,” she said flatly. “I want you. Only you. The devil knows why.” Sebastian glared at her, his eyes narrowing into hot, brilliant slits.
Taking the ring from her, Sebastian slid it onto his own hand. His hands were so much larger that the circlet would only fit the tip of his smallest finger.
CRYING
Giving her no time either to agree or to object, he released her and strode to the door. “And now, if you’ll excuse me…I’m going to go kill Joss Bullard.”
On god he's sooo
This news, added to the frustration of his vow of celibacy, was the last straw.
He's so goofy I love him
One brief meeting between the two of us…one smile from you…was all the encouragement I would have needed to jump on you like a grouse on laurel.”
Trying to interpret the comment, Evie stared at him with astonishment. “Are you…is it possible…you’re jealous?” Sudden bafflement flickered across his features. “Yes,” he said gruffly. “It would seem so.” And throwing Evie a glance of bewildered annoyance, he left the room.
CRYING OH MY GOD
