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He aze shifted to his, flicked over his body, and then widened at his obvious state of arousal Green cat eyes almost eclipsed her face; her h hi her face into a blank mask Always the lady He wondered how she would react if heat the base of her throat

“Thank you for trusting me to read such an intimate letter, Emmeline”

Red stained her neck, but she held his stare There it was, the inner strength he had seen from her since the start of the war It could not have been easy for her, to sit only a few feet away fro how the letter and her presence affected his body

“I have more I can share those with you that are… less intimate,” she offered with a tentative smile

Marcellus doubted she kne delectable she looked garbed in her black day dress Her raven curls were pinned tightly in a severe bun, her alabaster skin looking ever paler against her e on them were kissed with a natural red ripeness, and she possessed the raceful breasts, rounded hips, and long legs that would easily wrap around the high of his back and hold him deep inside her

“I would love that, E since breakfast”

She broke off a piece of bread and chewed sloatching hiht she hid it, but he saw it And he understood the wariness Max had been the smooth, seductive brother, the one that teased her, charmed her, the one she had fallen hopelessly for within a feeeks

He scanned the rest of Max’s letter, and Marcellus felt his cock harden farther The tightness that Max had written about hat Marcellus desperately yearned for right now He wanted to soothe the hunger he’d felt froo But he needed her more so now to soothe Max

As twins, they had a unique connection, so he could feel Max’s scalding agony, need, and loneliness He flinched at the raging pain that tingled over his skin, the phantom caresses of torment, and kneas Maxwell’s hell He had to comfort his brother, and he knew the surest as to sink into Ehtness, hear the cries that would echo through his soul to Max?

??s when he took her He wanted Max to feel what he should live for Max had cried for her endlessly in his deliriu for Max to hold on to, he would

Blood had stained Marcellus’s hands, and he’d sunk to levels that had even staggered him to protect his country and fa he’d ever faced was to now seduce her She had erected a wall of steel around her heart upon her beloved’s death

When they had gotten the news that Maxwell died in the Third Battle of Picardy, she had screaony had been a blow to Marcellus The depth of her love for his brother kept him sane as he’d worked to find Maxwell He had known his brother lived, for he would have felt the blow, the severance of the connection that bonded the as he could remember if Max was truly dead

He tried several times to let her know that Maxas alive, but Emily could not understand Not even their mother, who should comprehend more than anyone else, could understand Only his father and uncle accepted his word and aided hiht Marcellus had restrained hi to her, to banish her hoarse tears with pleasure

“I ahten you If you resist, I will stop immediately”

“I beg your pardon?” She straightened and paled