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He crawled onto the bed with her and unhooked her corset with savage tugs After spreading the garment open, he tore the thin layer of her chemise down the front He bent to lick upward froled as if to escape, and laughed breathlessly as he growled and pinned her hips to the one for ahly probing until he found the right angle As he slid inside, her inti hied, and she turned docile in the way of a wild creature accepting herupward to cradle and welcome him He took hersensation until she began to gasp He circled his hips, grinding sinuously, sending her into another cli in her nails, the little stings of pain infla deep, he took his own pleasure, letting it explode and shatter and dissolve hi no other woon reported that his contact in the detective departreed to visit the print works in Clerkenwell and question Mrs O’Cairre In the o about her usual activities, as the detective saw no reason for undue alarm
The neelcoreed to attend a play that evening with Helen and Mr Winterborne, and have a late dinner afterward The co at the Haymarket Royal Theatre, the most fashionable playhouse in London
"I’d rather not take you to a public place until the investigation is concluded," Gabriel said with a frown, pulling on a shirt in his bedrooerous"
"But I’ll be with you," Pandora pointed out, "and Mr Winterborne will be there as well Furtherh it’s supposed to be his night off What could possibly happen to any dresser and adjusted the drape of her double-stranded pearls over the lace bodice of her lavender-and-ivory evening gown
Gabrielback the cuffs of his shirt "Would you hand me the cufflinks on the dresser?"
She brought the Oakes to help you? Especially when you’re dressing for a forht"
"Probably But I’d rather not have to explain where the marks came from"
"What marks?"
For an answer, he pulled aside the open placket of his shirt, revealing the little red places on his shoulder where her teeth had nipped him
Contritely Pandora stood on her toes to exa "I’ossip about it?"
"Good God, no As Oakes likes to say, ‘Discretion is the better part of valets’ However"--his golden-bronze head lowered over hers--"there are sos I’d rather keep private"
"Poor h you’d been attacked by a wild beast"