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bed. How incredible it would be to fuck her to the edge of oblivion and beyond.
There was something about her that hit him hard in the gut, beneath the superficial attraction of male for female, beneath the need for a warm body and an explosive release.
Almost as if she challenged him, Adrian felt an anger of a sort build within him. She was lying through her teeth, without a doubt. She was no more a companion than he was. Every movement spoke of breeding and education, every gesture of elegance and refinement.
And every glance from beneath her lashes spoke of disdain for his presence--something he fully intended to rectify at the earliest opportunity.
For the first time in all his years of darkness, the full force of his need smacked him hard. He wanted a woman with the fierceness born of a lust that went deeper than his cock and his balls. It was coupled with a desire to feed on her heat, her passions--her soul.
Adrian strode outside St. Chesswell and stared across the harsh and rugged split in the land that was the Chyne. His emotions felt as fractured as the landscape, his hands shaking and his innards in turmoil. He sensed the stirring of his fangs--a stinging prickle around his lips signaling their awareness.
He fought against it all, mimicking the deep breathing techniques Sir Sidney had taught him, and letting the tiny particles of air that actually penetrated his lungs do their work.
As the hunger receded, he closed his eyes. This was unexpected, unanticipated in the scheme of things. His control was improving but still fragile at times. With his father’s help, Adrian was living a life of sorts, one that offered more than he’d ever hoped to experience.
But he’d never reckoned on the disturbing effect of somebody like Kitty Edgeworth. Never imagined that he could be overwhelmed to the point of madness by the scent of a woman or the way her eyes slid from his when she lied.
And she had lied. There was no doubt in Adrian’s mind.
Why she lied was secondary to him at this moment. More frustrating was the knowledge that she dared to hide something from him. Him . The one person with whom she could have no secrets at all. The one person to whom she shouldn’t even think of lying.
The one person…who was going to take her and fuck her until she begged for mercy and who was then going to make her beg for more.
The inevitability of their bedding settled on Adrian’s shoulders like a mantle. It fit, comfortably, and although he knew not when or where, he now knew who. Or whom. He grinned into the darkness as he pondered the semantics.
Discussion of anything else would be futile at this point, given the strength of his conviction.
Kitty Edgeworth was his .
Chapter Seven
The woman herself was confused, aching and rather irritated at life in general when she awoke the next morning.
Stretching was painful, she needed to empty her bladder, the fire was out and rain pelted noisily against the closed windows. She also wanted to cough, but that urge was overridden by the fear that so doing might well rupture her ribs or something crucial thereabouts.
Hell and devil confound it, I hurt.
Then thoughts of Jessie filtered into her mind and her hurts faded to unimportance. Jessie was no more. She-- Katherine --was alive. All else would heal with time. She blinked tears away as a footstep sounded outside and the door opened to reveal a motherly woman holding a most-welcome sight--a tea tray.
“Oh good, you poor dear. You’re awake. I hoped you might rouse yourself this mornin’. I’ve brought tea. Nothing like a nice cuppa to set you back on the right road, I always say.”
Katherine blinked as she eased herself painfully up on the pillow. There was nothing menacing about this woman--obviously the housekeeper--nor were there any dark-eyed men with fire in their gaze lurking in the room.
Other than the fact she was missing her night robe, she might have been in any country house
There was something about her that hit him hard in the gut, beneath the superficial attraction of male for female, beneath the need for a warm body and an explosive release.
Almost as if she challenged him, Adrian felt an anger of a sort build within him. She was lying through her teeth, without a doubt. She was no more a companion than he was. Every movement spoke of breeding and education, every gesture of elegance and refinement.
And every glance from beneath her lashes spoke of disdain for his presence--something he fully intended to rectify at the earliest opportunity.
For the first time in all his years of darkness, the full force of his need smacked him hard. He wanted a woman with the fierceness born of a lust that went deeper than his cock and his balls. It was coupled with a desire to feed on her heat, her passions--her soul.
Adrian strode outside St. Chesswell and stared across the harsh and rugged split in the land that was the Chyne. His emotions felt as fractured as the landscape, his hands shaking and his innards in turmoil. He sensed the stirring of his fangs--a stinging prickle around his lips signaling their awareness.
He fought against it all, mimicking the deep breathing techniques Sir Sidney had taught him, and letting the tiny particles of air that actually penetrated his lungs do their work.
As the hunger receded, he closed his eyes. This was unexpected, unanticipated in the scheme of things. His control was improving but still fragile at times. With his father’s help, Adrian was living a life of sorts, one that offered more than he’d ever hoped to experience.
But he’d never reckoned on the disturbing effect of somebody like Kitty Edgeworth. Never imagined that he could be overwhelmed to the point of madness by the scent of a woman or the way her eyes slid from his when she lied.
And she had lied. There was no doubt in Adrian’s mind.
Why she lied was secondary to him at this moment. More frustrating was the knowledge that she dared to hide something from him. Him . The one person with whom she could have no secrets at all. The one person to whom she shouldn’t even think of lying.
The one person…who was going to take her and fuck her until she begged for mercy and who was then going to make her beg for more.
The inevitability of their bedding settled on Adrian’s shoulders like a mantle. It fit, comfortably, and although he knew not when or where, he now knew who. Or whom. He grinned into the darkness as he pondered the semantics.
Discussion of anything else would be futile at this point, given the strength of his conviction.
Kitty Edgeworth was his .
Chapter Seven
The woman herself was confused, aching and rather irritated at life in general when she awoke the next morning.
Stretching was painful, she needed to empty her bladder, the fire was out and rain pelted noisily against the closed windows. She also wanted to cough, but that urge was overridden by the fear that so doing might well rupture her ribs or something crucial thereabouts.
Hell and devil confound it, I hurt.
Then thoughts of Jessie filtered into her mind and her hurts faded to unimportance. Jessie was no more. She-- Katherine --was alive. All else would heal with time. She blinked tears away as a footstep sounded outside and the door opened to reveal a motherly woman holding a most-welcome sight--a tea tray.
“Oh good, you poor dear. You’re awake. I hoped you might rouse yourself this mornin’. I’ve brought tea. Nothing like a nice cuppa to set you back on the right road, I always say.”
Katherine blinked as she eased herself painfully up on the pillow. There was nothing menacing about this woman--obviously the housekeeper--nor were there any dark-eyed men with fire in their gaze lurking in the room.
Other than the fact she was missing her night robe, she might have been in any country house
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