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then, suddenly, hot liquid filled her mouth and she gulped it down.
    His hips rocked toward her and the most sensual sounds Kitty had ever heard came from deep within Bram’s being. He uttered words she had never before heard. He growled. He groaned. He moaned. And then, he breathed her name. “Kitty. Yes, Kitty. Goddamn, suck my cock.”
    Bram’s vision cleared and he looked down at the beautiful woman laving every last drop of his essence with her pink tongue. Something tender twisted inside him as he pulled away and did up his breeches.
    Kitty’s blue eyes grew stormy as she looked at him askance.
    Bram stared, shaking.
    “W-what about me…Master?”
    He drew in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. If he really wanted to torture her, he would turn his back and tell her to fend for herself. As it was, his nostrils were filled with the sweet scent of sex and his mind was filled with the sight of her lovely, swollen, cock-sucking lips.
    Why was she not leaping up off the floor and running? Did she not realize the peril she was in?
    Apparently not. She was drawing up her skirts, reaching underneath to push her drawers down.
    The fool.
    Bram groaned as he dropped to the floor and, as if they were dancers who knew the steps to some intricate performance, Kitty reclined on the rug. As she pulled her skirts up to her waist, Bram slid her underthings down over her stockings, over her black shoes and off. He breathed in the sweet, feminine scent of her as he slanted his head down, down, to her already creamy cunny.
    Her thatch was indeed the same pale blonde as the hair on her head and as much as he wanted to take his time, to savor this untasted treasure, he knew her need.
    Kitty’s thighs trembled as Bram pressed a soft kiss to the little crest peeping proudly from her folds.
    Her fists tightened on her skirts. A whimper escaped her lips. “Please,” she begged, shuddering. “Taste me, Master.”
    God in heaven, what did I do to deserve this precious morsel?
    Bram dipped and suckled her clitoris, running his tongue downward to dart in and out of her damp opening. So sweet. So damn sweet.
    He could not be gentle. It was not in his nature. With an animalistic growl, he gripped her pale thighs and parted them before he dove on her crimson clitoris, sucking, gnawing, laving. He knew just where to apply pressure, just where to tease and just where to titillate. Kitty shook and then suddenly, her hips tilted and she was rolling up, holding her bottom off the ground, pushing herself up on tiptoe, toward his hungry mouth.
    Bram seized her hips and buried his face in her essence while she rode out the first climax she had ever experienced at the touch of a man.
    As she sank limply to the rug, he followed, kissing her, licking up her honeyed nectar. Resting his head on her thigh, he closed his eyes, still holding her hips, still fanning hot breaths on her center.
    What had he done?
    And what sort of power did this woman have over him that he had gone against the rules he had set for himself? He had sworn never to defile a virgin, especially a member of the ton . Yet here he was, thoroughly unmanned and wedged between her legs like a lovelorn suitor instead of the man in control he forced himself to be.
    This was no maid he could tumble at a whim. She was a lady.
    A misguided lady but a lady nevertheless.
    A lady he had no business tonguing to orgasm.
    Now was the time to release her. Now was the time to announce he had been aware of her deception from the beginning.
    But what deception? What was her purpose here? The thought struck that perhaps she was here to land herself a husband and, while the thought of marriage to Katrina Hartford was not entirely repugnant to him, Bram had made a vow to himself that he would never marry as long as his father was alive. He would not give the old duke the satisfaction of thinking his bloodline would continue after his death.
    Bram inhaled sharply and his senses filled once more with the scent