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startlingly above them; and Eyre lifted his head for a moment in alarm. But then he realised that everything was quiet, and that they were still alone, and he bowed over her breasts, kissing them in quick, complicated patterns, teasing at her nipples with his teeth, pressing the soft flesh against his face.
    â€˜Eyre, I must be asleep; I must be dreaming,’ sighed Charlotte, twisting and rustling beneath him, one arm raised so that he could see the pattern of blue veins on her thin white wrist, a single string of pearls around her neck. And all the time there was that needful sibilant whisper of silk, as she rubbed one thigh against the other.
    â€˜You’ve been sent to me … from heaven,’ he murmured, as he kissed her. ‘And I
will
make you my wife … I promise it … one day.’
    He reached downwards, and raised the frilly hems of her dress. At that moment, she opened her eyes and stared at him, and said in a high voice, ‘I’m not at all sure what one does.’ But Eyre leaned forward again, and brushed his lips against hers, and said, ‘I’ll show you.’
    â€˜But do you really
want
to?’ she asked.
    He smiled. ‘Of all the people in all the world, upside down or right way up, I want to show
you
more than anybody.’
    He paused, and then added, ‘In fact, you’re the
only
person I want to show.’
    His hand caressed her silk-hosed knee, and then her thigh. Bloomers had not yet reached Australia as a universal fashion, and beneath her silk dress and her silk hooped underskirt, Charlotte wore nothing at all. Eyre’s hand on her bare hip made her shudder, and when at last he ran his fingers around the curves of her bottom, and touched lightly the slipperiness between her legs, she cried out; a strange suppressed little cry like a shriek.
    â€˜You’re safe,’ Eyre comforted her. ‘You’re quite safe, and you’re very beautiful.’
    Wide-eyed, she lay back, and allowed him to touch her further; but she was tense now, and less sure of herself. She thought she heard a door banging over by the house, and she half-lifted her head, but Eyre gently pushed her back again, and said, ‘It’s nothing. You’re safe. Just close your eyes and enjoy yourself.’
    She flutteringly closed her eyes for a few seconds. She felt Eyre’s fingers stroking her, and the sensation was so intense that she bit her lip. Then she could feel him peeling her sticky lips apart. His fingers were so tender! And then he slid one slowly right inside her; and she felt as if she were a geyser that was beginning to come to the boil, as if heat and bubbles were rising inside her and that they would have to come bursting out. The danger and the excitement and the lewdness of having a man’s finger, Eyre’s finger, right up inside her, right under her skirts! And she held his wrist tight between her silk-sheathed thighs, gripping him there, wanting to keep him there for ever, wanting him deeper, wanting him so much that it almost gave her backache.
    â€˜Eyre,’ she garbled, and she could hardly understand her own voice. ‘Eyre, please, whatever it is, show me, please.’
    He knelt astride her. She heard him unbuckling his belt, and his britches buttons being pulled apart with a soft sound like an opening seed-pod. Then he took her hand, her small white uncertain hand, and brought it downwards; urged it downwards; and laid in it a hot thick sceptre of flesh. So hard, so demanding, so impossibly big. And she stared up at him for reassurance, and comfort; but all she saw in his eyes then was an inexplicably glazed look, as if he were somehow suddenly possessed; as if instead of being Eyre he were
all
men, at the moment of taking a woman.
    Eyre said, ‘
Now.
’ His throat was constricted, and he was shaking. Charlotte clutched him tighter, and tighter still, as if by clutching him so tight she could make him burst, and