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“Tired of me?”

His gaze softened “Sybil, I could never tire of you I ie” And there it was, that warm, sensual tone that said he needed her The words that spoke of a long and happy future

It gave her the courage to be bold

“When you’re old and frail will you still pull s? Will you still make love to me with such passion, such skill?”

“Trust me I shall pleasure you until I draw my last breath”

“Might you have the strength to exas now?” She studied his labourer’s clothes, the dark stubble covering his strong jaw, and found the rugged Lucius Daventry just as appealing “Might you reassure me all is well?”

He reached out to her

Her heart lurched upon noting the rope burns circling his wrist But she slipped her hand into his and came to sit astride him

This tier A need to feed the soul-deep ache A need to nourish the beautiful dream He made love to her ht, never wanting to let go

“Marrycontact “I don’t want to return to Half Moon Street I want to stay with you at Bronygarth” She sed down her nerves “I want to be your wife, bear your children I want to love you for the rest of my life”

Water welled in his eyes, and he sed so many times she lost count He clasped her face in his hands “You’re the love of my life The only woman I have ever wanted I’d planned to ask you the same question, but you beat me to it, impatient minx”

“Does that mean you accept my proposal?”

“Love, I’d ht noere it possible” His open-mouthed kiss curled her toes Indeed, she needed to feel hi her body, needed to feel locked in his priistry for a coe’s”

“Whatever is quickest I don’t care about pomp and ceremony”

He kissed her again, so deeply his earthy essence infused her being “God, I’h when Atticus asked me to take care of you, I’m not sure this hat he had in mind”