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On a grunt, he hammered his hips into hers, the wound in his stiff arm flaring with pain, but he didn’t a damn. Her dress slid from her shoulders, and the sight of her tightly pressed bosom doubled the heat in his balls.

The wall of pleasure built around them both, her jaw set, her eyes pleading with him, urging him on. He kept her close, his wound throbbing. Their gazes locked as they both chased their end together.

“Fuck, fuck…” he grunted.

“Charles…”

Her flesh streaked with red, and her head fell back. Shuddering, she sank on him, her pelvis grounding out its last, her movements slowing, lazy, satisfied. His cock shot its load inside her perfect cunny, and he buried his face in her breasts.

Holding him tightly, they remained locked on one another, their deep breaths filling the ruined temple. She kissed the top of his head. “I believe I am quite rejuvenated, sir.” She lifted up from him, and he held her arm as she steadied herself on her feet.

He tucked himself back into his breeches. “Hold up your dress. I want to see you in the light.”

A satisfied smile slid over her lips as she did so. He stroked his hand up the silky skin of a thigh, a thigh dripping with his spent seed. He slid it up to her cunt and stroked there, tucking it into her.

“Are you marking me like a beast, my lord?”

“I am a beast with you, Countess.” He tugged her close and kissed her deeply.

A dog barked close by, and Georgina let out a slight gasp, her body stiffening in his hold. His arms tightened around her.

“When you’re finished, do come up to the house for tea. We’d love to see you,” came Brandon’s voice from outside the folly.

Georgina burst out laughing.

ChapterThirty-Six

Charles

The front doorsof Wolfsgate flew open, and Justine rushed out onto the steps. “How wonderful to see you both! Come in! Come in!” She hugged Georgina, taking her by the arm and bringing them into the house, Charles and Brandon following them.

Tea was promptly served in the front parlour, the sun streaming through the old leaded paned windows.

“I found our friends at the folly and invited them over.” Brandon poured Charles a glass of wine.

“We aren’t disturbing you and the children, are we?” asked Georgina.

“No, your timing is perfect. They’re both asleep at the same time. Somehow Nanny and I managed it quite nicely today. A true victory.” She handed Georgina a cup of tea. The selection of sandwiches and biscuits beckoned.

“I was coming home from one of my tenants whose pasture had flooded,” said Brandon.

Charles drank and stretched out his legs. “The river has swollen this week with all the rains, hasn’t it?”

“Indeed. There are sure to be more instances.”

“I’ll check with my steward today.”

“What brought the newlyweds out of their home on this fine day?” asked Brandon, winking at Charles.

Georgina told them of their morning at her brother’s house.

“How dreadful,” said Justine.

“Ambitions and greed get the best of people, twisting things into ugly, ugly messes,” murmured Charles, a hand rubbing his wounded arm which ached with the strain of driving the carriage and then happily driving his wife to her release.

“Quite true,” said Justine. “My dear, I am quite sorry that you’ve lost your father’s letters and the small paintings he’d left you.”

“They are the greatest loss. It’s funny to think I used to place so much importance on my lovely things—my dresses, my silver hair brushes, my jewelry. Now I have my liberty.”

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