My Lord Wicked (Historical Regency Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
But never had she been possessed of more allure than when she sat there under the elm tree, sun dappling her pretty face through the tree's leaves. And she told him she had never been loved until she came to Marshbanks Abbey. Not until she uttered those words could he have realized the powerful emotions that had been battling within him since the ragged orphan had shown up at his home, so proud and vulnerable. He had wanted to blanket her with his care, to let her know that he did, indeed, love her as her father never had.But not as a lover.Then why, he asked himself, did he force what must have been his repugnant physical presence on her? Why had he kissed her so seductively? Their lips had come together as bees to nectar, his breathing heavy and urgent, his tongue reaching deep inside her.In a frenzy of mindless passion, he suddenly had seemed detached from the physical act he participated in. It was like he was a great omniscient being looking down at a mortal man who had fallen prey to his own selfish cravings and trapped a helpless, grateful maiden in his vile clutches.With that disturbing vision impressed into his mind, Stacks had been able to pull away from Freddie, to gaze at her stunned face with a semblance of somber dignity despite the disturbing sexual stirrings within him.
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