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“Bitch!” he hissed at her. “Yer nothing more than a bitch in heat, Lettice!”
    “And ye, Conn O’Malley, are a bastard with an unquenchable itch! I hope ye never find a woman to satisfy that itch!” She clawed down his broad back.
    She was right, he thought, and damn her for it! He adored women, adored making love to them, adored giving them pleasure, and although he never failed to gain a physical release in his lovemaking, he had never yet met a woman who really satisfied him. He had never yet met a woman he could love. Angrily he jammed his knee between her soft, white thighs forcing them to part for him. Brutally he drove himself into her pushing himself as deeply as he could go, ramming into her over and over and over again; wanting to hurt her as her astute knowledge of him had pained him.
    Instead Lettice urged him on with moans of white-hot desire. “Ahhh, God’s cock, Conn! Yes! Yes! Yessssss!” She writhed lewdly beneath him encouraging him to give totally of himself. “Fill me full, my wild Irish lover! Stuff me till I burst! Ahhh! God, Conn! ’Tis not enough! Don’t stop! Don’t! ” She thrust her hips up at him in a rapid rhythm, never ceasing her lustful litany. “Do it to me, Conn. Use me! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Yes! Yes! Yesssssss!” This last word moaned in a pitch that rose in intensity until it was almost a scream, and then Lettice stiffened for a brief second, and he felt her passion break as his own poured into her hot body in fierce staccato bursts that left him momentarily defeated.
    Then suddenly Lettice said, “God, I’m going to miss ye, ye randy bastard! Dudley fancies himself a great lover, but Conn, he doesn’t know the half of it!” She laughed throatily down into his face and unable to help himself Conn laughed, too.
    “What a hot bitch ye are, Lettice,” he gasped. “Thank God ’tis Elizabeth Tudor who’s queen and not ye!” Rolling off her he slid off the bed, and walking across the bedchamber to a sideboard poured them each a goblet of dark, sweet red wine. He returned to the bed, and handed her one of the two goblets.
    “What time is the wedding?” he demanded.
    “Just before dawn in my family’s chapel,” she said.
    He laughed again. “Yer going from my bed to yer wedding with another man? Have ye no conscience, woman?”
    “Of course I do,” she said indignantly, “but what I do before my marriage to Robert is not his business, Conn.”
    “I hope ye have reliable witnesses,” he remarked. “Don’t forget that Douglas Sheffield claimed marriage to Dudley, yet the priest could not be found when she sought to have her first child legitimatized.”
    “My father, the Earl of Warwick, the Earl of Lincoln, and Lord North are witnessing the marriage which will be performed by our own family chaplain,” Lettice Knollys said smugly. “They are all sworn to secrecy. There will be no doubt as to the honesty of my marriage lines, or the legitimacy of my children, Conn.”
    “I should not have underestimated yer determination, sweetheart,” he answered her.
    “What I am determined to, Conn darling, is to have ye at least half a dozen times this night,” she murmured seductively placing her goblet upon the bedside table, and lying back against the pillows.
    “Ahh, Lettice love, ye’ve always been overgreedy for the finer things that life has to offer, haven’t ye? I’m not sure we have all that time as much as it saddens me to disillusion a lady.” His finger teasingly encircled one of her nipples.
    “ ’Tis just past midnight,” she said, “and it is not necessary that I leave ye till five.” Then she pulled his head down so she might kiss him.
    He chuckled deep in his throat. “Lettice, I can but try. It would grieve me deeply to disappoint such a worthy opponent,” and then he gave himself up to her greedy lips.
    One minute blended into another as the night progressed, and Conn didn’t even remember falling asleep, but suddenly he found himself