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But Simon was determined, and Simon was smart, and perhaps most importantly, he was damned stubborn.
If he couldn’t be the son his father wanted, then by God, he’d be the exact opposite . . .
Men, she thought with disgust, were interested only in those women who terrified them.
“It’s the curse of motherhood. You’re required to love us even when we vex you.”
Colin, always the most devil-may-care of the family, grinned, his green eyes twinkling.
There were rules among friends, commandments, really, and the most important one was Thou Shalt Not Lust After Thy Friend’s Sister.
“Most people find me the soul of kindness and amiability.” “Most people,” Simon said bluntly, “are fools.”
The Duke of Hastings. Daphne decided then and there that she’d be a fool if she didn’t fall in love with him.
“He is not fit to lick Daphne’s boots.”
Men are sheep. Where one goes, the rest will soon follow.
As she spoke, she turned her face toward his, and in that instant, with the wind catching her hair and painting her cheeks pink, she looked so enchantingly lovely that Simon nearly forgot to breathe. Her lush mouth was caught somewhere between a laugh and a smile, and the sun glinted almost red on her hair. Here on the water, away from stuffy ballrooms, with the fresh air swirling about them, she looked natural and beautiful and just being in her presence made Simon want to grin like an idiot.
Instead, she was wondering why she had the most bizarre urge to throw her arms around the duke and never let go.
“Any man, you’ll soon learn, has an insurmountable need to blame someone else when he is made to look a fool.”
“Have you found the milk,” he asked, “or must I venture out in search of a cow?”
“It’s not his company I’m trying to secure,” Daphne said acidly. “It’s yours I’m trying to avoid.”
“If I were exotic and dashing, and the sort of female men write poetry about, I suppose I should want to travel.”
And in the end, it was inevitable.
When his lips finally covered hers, he was not gentle. He was not cruel, but the pulse of his blood was too ragged, too urgent, and his kiss was that of a starving lover, not that of a gentle suitor.
“I-I’ve always known that I wasn’t the sort of woman men dream of, but I never thought anyone would prefer death to marriage with me.”
And in that moment, as he slowly closed the distance between them, he became her entire world.
A womb won’t quicken without strong, healthy seed.
???????
She said nothing, just stared at the wet spot on the other side of the bed. His seed.
lets not pretend this is normal
To say that men can be bullheaded would be insulting to the bull. LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS, 2 June 1813
Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.
He crawled over her, on his hands and knees, his body a hot prison around her. “Now what?” Her breath caught. “Well, you’re quite naked.”
once more i ask wtaf
He pushed forward, slowly, inexorably. And when he was settled fully within her body, he knew he was home.
NO
his hips rising and falling in time’s most ancient rhythm.
this has me fuming
He plunged forward, exploding within her. It felt good. Oh God, it felt good. Nothing in life had ever felt that good before.
im sick of it
niggling
that cant be word
how has it already ended wat
The Duke and I: The Second Epilogue
da fuq?
She would be an elephant. A two-legged, chestnut-haired elephant.
fak off
“Grughargh!”
that
