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“I don’t know,” she admitted

He laughed, the sound low and soft, and strangely heartwar the loosened bodice of her gown “A very good thing”

He tugged, and Hyacinth sucked in her breath as she was bared, to the air, to the night

To him

“So pretty,” he whispered, s down at her, and she wondered if his touch could possibly leave her as breathless as his gaze He did nothing but look at her, and she was taut and tense

Eager

“You are so beautiful,” hethe tip of her breast so lightly he ht have been the wind

Oh, yes, his touch did quite a bit aze

She felt it in her belly, she felt it between her legs She felt it to the tips of her toes, and she couldn’t help but arch up, reaching forcloser, firmer

“I thought you’d be perfect,” he said, taking his torture to her other breast “I didn’t realize I just didn’t realize”

“What?” she whispered

His eyes locked with hers “That you’re better,” he said “Better than perfect”

“Th-that’s not possible,” she said, “you can’t—oh!” He’d done so even more wicked, and if this was a battle for her wits, she was losing desperately

“What can’t I do?” he asked innocently, his fingers rolling over her nipple, feeling it harden into an impossibly taut little nub

“Can’t —”