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His Illegitimate Duchess His Illegitimate Duchess by Daria T. Rowan
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“You love me?” He asked in a hoarse voice as he looked into her eyes intently.
“I do,” she admitted shyly.
Colin closed his eyes and exhaled, then opened them again.”
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“His wife, whom he loved more than anything in the world, had discovered his deceit and his cruelty, and he had to face the possibility that she’d never look at him the same way again.”
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“You feel so soft, and so wonderful,”
Colin said, and something in her chest bloomed and warned her entire ribcage.”
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“Her husband leaned over to where she had already drawn nearer to him, lifted a hand to the back of her neck as he looked between her mouth and her eyes, and kissed her.
For a moment, she was stunned. But when her mind translated the sensation of his full, soft mouth on hers into pleasure, she closed her eyes and sighed into the kiss.
It’s… delicious, Elizabeth thought, not finding a better word. He smells so good, she noted like she always did whenever she caught a whiff of his undoubtedly expensive perfume.”
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“I smiled. Then I felt his hand in my hair again. He was running his fingers through it, gently at first, but it soon turned into a nape and scalp massage that made me shiver. His touch and proximity were electric, and the tingles I got from our contact were felt everywhere. Everywhere. He was soon poised above me, his gorgeous eyes searching my face for something before he claimed my lips again.
It was even better this time, maybe because of how our bodies were positioned. I arched into him, wanting to feel as much of him as I could, as I tangled my fingers into his too-long hair and devoured his mouth greedily.
Suddenly, nothing mattered more to me in this world than feeling as much of his weight on me as possible.
I was floating despite being weighed down. I kept moaning shamelessly into his mouth and I could feel how much he loved it. I guessed that was how the marking worked. I could truly feel his enjoyment in my bones, and it spurred me on more than anything.”
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“I was under the impression that you were my friend,” she tried to utter without her voice breaking. She suddenly felt pathetic. “Please refrain from asking me to dance with you again. Spare us both the offence of my refusal.”

Talbot’s rigid posture resembled that of a tall, ancient tree.
“Whatever you desire, Miss Hawkins,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Thank you,” she said without looking at him.”
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“I was under the impression that you were my friend,” she tried to utter without her voice breaking. She suddenly felt pathetic. “Please refrain from asking me to dance with you again. Spare us both the offence of my refusal.”

Talbot’s rigid posture resembled that of a tall, ancient tree.
“Whatever you desire, Miss Hawkins,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Thank you,” she said without looking at him.”
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“Hearing that an association with oneself would sully a bloodline is rarely pleasant, regardless of how true the speaker may believe it to be,” she said, and the surge of righteous anger felt invigorating.”
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“It’s your money to waste, my friend, even though anyone who knows me can tell you I do not plan on sullying the Talbot line by marrying a by-blow. All the money in her brother’s coffers wouldn’t be enough to change my mind. However, several of you could benefit from a substantial dowry, so by all means, go ahead.”
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“Sometimes it seemed as if the world was divided into women who wanted to be exactly like their mothers and those who wanted to be nothing like them.”
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“You are my mate, Penelope,” was all I managed to drum up in response.

“Could’ve fooled me,” she said in a sing-songy voice that was clearly meant to be mocking.”
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