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existence. It is as if she was conjured by air, my lord. I have made contact with those I know in Sussex, and they have never heard of Mercy Goodwin, nor do they recognize her by description. I believe we have to take her story as fiction and move on to other contacts, sir.”
    “Indeed, George, do whatever you can.”
    “Aye, my lord, and I must say that the children are exuberant to eat with you this evening. They have a story of the house cat and a mouse they want to share with you,” George said with a twinkle in his eye.
    Gabriel smiled with affection at the statement of the children. He had become accustomed to them, no longer feeling strange around the small people.
    Gabriel stood and dressed for the evening meal. His mind raced to Mercy and heard her breathing and laughing with James and Rose. It felt almost domestic, and Gabriel shut his mind off to the noises. He and Mercy could never live as a family. He could not at any time give her children, and a young woman like Mercy deserved to have dozens of them. He could not watch as she grew old and succumbed to human death, and he would not cross her into the monster he was now.
    Emma waited patiently with the children in the dining room waiting for his lordship. She felt her heart begin to race when he stepped into the room. He was as always breathtakingly handsome. His hair was slightly fussed by the wind, which aided him in a roguish look. Their eyes connected, and she could feel the spark from the tips of her toes to her hairline. This must be love.
    As he sat, so the evening went. The children told him of what they learned today and of the mouse the cat had caught earlier. It was a joyful dinner full of laughter. She had never experienced so much merriment. It made her crave a family of her own. Two children much like James and Rose, and a husband who was handsome and loving. She smiled at her own thoughts when Gabriel looked upon her.
     
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    She was beautiful, her hair, eyes, lips, and body. He craved her mouth as if she was made of sweets. He wanted to feel her orgasm around his cock, milking him of his cum. His body made demands of him that he could not possibly give. He cursed his own weakness and looked away from the tempting creature.
     
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    As the meal came to an end, Gabriel and Emma attended to their nightly ritual, however, Emma felt something was amiss. Gabriel did not tease her. He kept his distance, trying not to touch her in the process of putting the children to sleep.
    When they came upon her bedroom door she asked, “Is something amiss, my lord?”
    “Not at all, Miss Goodwin,” he lied.
    She bit her lip in worry, and he cursed her for biting that tempting plump lip. He wanted to bite her lip.
    “Then I bid you a restful evening, my lord.” She began to close the door but stopped.
    She looked into his eyes with want and temptation.
    Gabriel said a vile curse and took her into his arms. He kissed her lips and tasted Heaven. He knew her body would be pliant in his arms, and she melted like chocolate into his mouth. She was perfection, and he could no longer deny himself. He knew if he took her, he would take all of her. He was desperate for her.
    Emma moaned against his mouth and gave up to the rapture of the moment. She wanted this man. She loved him to distraction. It was odd to love a virtual stranger, to feel such emotion for a man she hardly knew, and the things she did know were mad. He at no time ate at supper. He was never about during the daylight hours, and the home was devoid of mirrors. Even knowing all, she still wanted this man. She would pay a high price for her lust, but she was willing to pay it.
    She turned her body into the room, and Gabriel shut the door and backed her into the cold hard wood. He was unrelenting in his kiss; his hands turned to her breasts and molded her nipples into stiff points that made her center weep. She moved her hips upon his own and found supreme satisfaction in hearing him