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The last threads of his composure snapped. He reached up, parting her folds, before his tongue explored her. Edith let out a loud moan.
“Good,” Laurence muttered between licks. “More. You sound so beautiful.”
“No, I—” Her words were cut off by another moan.
“Don’t disagree with me just because you’re not used to making such noises,” he moaned, pulling back. “I would rather hear you moan for hours than listen to any concerto.”
Her heart stuttered, and heat pooled like lava inside her.
Laurence grinned and dove back in. She gasped as his tongue explored her with renewed vigor. She gripped his hair, and he moaned at the sensation. His tongue probed the areas that made her squeal and cry out in ecstasy.
He knew he had finally hit his mark when she released a primal, guttural moan and her thighs clamped around his head.
All at once, spasms of pleasure wracked her body. She was consumed by the rapture that radiated through her, and she let out multiple cries of pleasure. She’d never felt anything like it before.
She became aware of dampness flowing from her. He licked it up, moaning softly between her legs.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
She nodded, her eyes glassy with tears from the force of the sensations still coursing through her.
“Your Grace?” a little voice called from the adjoining room.
It was Tilly.
Edith’s heart stopped, and she looked down at Laurence, who had frozen.
“Go to her,” he whispered.
Edith faltered, torn between obligation and impulse. As much as she knew Tilly needed her, she wanted to stay. But she had made a promise to care for her and could not abandon her now.
With lightning speed, she adjusted her dress and tiptoed out of the room.
CHAPTER 11
“Will you be joining Her Grace and Miss Tilly for breakfast, Your Grace?” the valet asked.
Laurence was still in bed. He had hardly slept last night.
“No,” he sighed. “Have my breakfast brought up here.”
“Understood,” the valet replied, before closing the door.
The disappointment in his voice wasn’t lost on Laurence. He knew that the staff liked Edith and hoped the pair would get on. Today, though, he knew their hopes would be dashed.
He groaned and pulled the covers over his head.
He had lost control. Even if she had given her full consent, he had pushed their marriage beyond what had been agreed upon.
He growled and threw off the covers to get dressed.
Her taste lingered in his mouth. His body ached, pleading with him to seek her out and have more.
But he would not make the same mistake again.
When he had learned last night that she had never been intimate with a man, his base desires had taken over. He wasn’t competing with a dead man, and she had never been touched before. It was a potent release of his jealousy, but it had also opened an insatiable pit of desire within him. One that only she could fill.
But Edith…
