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She wanted to scream with excitement.
    Her eyes turned dark with desire as she watched his large hands reach from behind her to capture her breasts. He weighed them on his calloused palms and she shuddered at the sensations his touch aroused. She watched his dark head dip down and felt his rough tongue lick a pulse point in her neck. She saw the shiver of pleasure that rippled over her flesh.
    She watched, fascinated, as one of his hands moved lower, trailing his long fingers down across her belly until they touched her mons. She saw him separate the gilt tendrils and curl his fingertips into her cleft. With one hand holding her breast and the other cupping her female center, he pressed her back against him and shuddered as the soft curve of her bottom brushed the swollen tip of his cock. Held thus, she appeared to be his captive to do with as he wished, and yet she felt imbued with a beautiful woman’s sexual power that made her believe she could sway her captor to do her bidding. “Take me to bed, Guy.”
    He lifted her and carried her back across the chamber. He drew back the covers and lay down on the snowy sheet, taking her with him. Then with sheer brute strength he lifted her high above him, so that her silvery hair cascaded down across his shoulders and throat as his eyes feasted on her exquisite beauty. Her laughter too spilled over him, drugging his senses and holding him spellbound. He lowered her slowly onto his body, holding her in the dominant position, and when she opened her lips for his kiss, he ravished her mouth with his tongue. Her fragrance intoxicated him and tantalized his memory as he tried to identify the scent.
    He rolled her beneath him and rose onto his knees, straddling her thighs. He gazed down with wonder at the ethereal creature who aroused a fierce tenderness in his heart that he had never felt before. He dipped his head to kiss the tempting golden curls upon her mons and he was lost. With a groan, he slid his tongue into her honeyed sheath.
    She gasped and moaned with delight at the tantalizing, forbidden thing he was doing to her. She became highly aroused and writhed with sensual abandon. She arched up into his beautiful, wicked mouth and cried out as he thrust deeply.
    Instantly, he withdrew his tongue and moved up over her. His black eyes stared down into hers with disbelief and accusation. “You are still virgin!”
    â€œNo, Guy, you are wrong—”
    â€œMy tongue touched the barrier of your maiden-head.” His intense gaze searched her face as if he were seeing her clearly for the first time. It began to dawn on him that the first glimpse of her shimmering silver-gilt tresses had blinded him to reality. He cursed himself for a bloody fool. How could he have imagined her to be a servant? Such a fine-boned, delicate beauty with a vocabulary that matched his own was obviously a wellborn lady. Moreover, she was an eighteen-year-old virgin.
    Warwick placed firm fingers beneath her chin and compelled her to look at him. “Who are you? I demand to know your name.”
    She raised her eyes to meet his. “I am Marjory de Warenne.”
    â€œChrist Almighty!” Guy de Beauchamp shot from the bed as if a demon from hell had just skewered him with a burning pitchfork.

Chapter 4
    â€œA re you the Marjory de Warenne whose brother is Lynx de Warenne and your uncle the Earl of Surrey?” he demanded.
    â€œYes,” she admitted shyly, lowering her lashes, and crossing her arms to cover her bare breasts.
    â€œIt’s a little late for that, Lady Marjory.” He picked up his black velvet robe from the floor and thrust it at her. “Why, in the name of God, did you pretend to be a serving wench?” He hated deceit with a vengeance and believed that every woman breathing, not just the ones he’d known, indulged in lying and cheating.
    Jory slid her arms into his robe and wrapped it about herself. “I do have an explanation, my