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He nodded

“How? I don’t understand…”

He tried to bury the look of guilt, but E Maxwell’s shirt by the fistful “How long have you known he was alive?”

“I knew he never died,” Marcellus said softly

A cry clawed froh that her body jerked She couldn’t escape the sense of betrayal she felt Marcellus had lied to her Even as he loved her, kissed her, reached into the depths of her, he had lied, but he had also brought Maxwell hoed fro herself into Marcellus’s arripped her even tighter, burying his face in her neck

“Thank you,” she whispered “Thank you so much, Marcellus”

Without waiting for a response, she wrenched away and spun to face Maxwell She launched at hi freely from her throat She heard a distant scream of what sounded like his mother’s voice, the clatter of dishes, and several shouts All through it, a loud noise pounded in her head, and she could not let hio The lowtouches as he rubbed his hand on her back felt fro to the darkness was Maxwell’s rough, torain

Emily’s eyes fluttered open She turned her head frantically toward the forliray eyes of the h escaped her lips, and she shifted to sit on the bed Maxas alive It had not been a drea with questions Where had he been? Was he well?

Her eyes widened as she took in his naked foraze roved her body, narroith lust She looked at his lean fororged, to his abdoed from the chair and stalked to the bed, his intent unht to protest, to demand they speak first, but what she saw on his face halted her It was loneliness—stark and agonizing

He stopped by the edge of the bed, and her heart sla, he drew her to her knees His lips took hers in a sweet, fiery kiss thatand sucking hers lightly He drew her response, drinking in her softher head, he tilted it as he sank in for a greedier kiss

He released her and reoith more patience than his kiss He lifted her off the bed and pulled off her shift, drawers, brassiere, and stockings And Emily allowed hirazed her cheeks with his mouth and then kissed her lips with sweetness He swept his tongue into the moist confines of her mouth His kiss was delicious, hot, and carnal, but so tender

“Do you kno long I’ve waited to touch you, to kiss you, to hear you cry your love forher in the center of his bed Maxwell caht on his left ar soft kisses over her lips, then down to her collar “I missed you so damn much, Emily,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with arousal

“I know,” she gasped “I missed you so, Maxwell”

He drew her closer to hi the tips of her breasts that were overly sensitive Trailing his hands down, he cupped her breasts, which felt so heavy and swollen with desire He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching and then soothing them with silken caresses of his moistened thumbs

Bending his head, he seized her nipple between his teeth before laving the sensitive flesh with a torue tip The wet heat of his ht bud fully, and she cried out in wantonness He stroked his tongue over her nipple, sending shards of pleasure to her womb Then he suckled at her breast with hard pulls of his lips Without releasing her from his s He probed, teasing with the tips of his fingers, never sinking in too deep, torturing her The sensation was so intense she moaned