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French, love, with an English marriage to save her from Madame la Guillotine. And de Wynter goes back to the Conqueror.” His lord—Yannick’s leg lowered but he scooped her into his arms before her slippers touched the floor. “And I believe you would enjoy a French kiss.”
    Only when he laid her on her bed, when he slid the long skirt of her nightgown up to the tops of her thighs, when he bent and touched his lips to her nether curls, did Althea realize what a French kiss was.
    This they had never done in dreams. He had touched her intimately with his fingers, with his…his cock, but not with his mouth.
    “You can’t kiss my…there.”
    “Your sweet cunny. Oh yes, I can. And I will. I never did this for you in your dreams?”
    She frowned. “Don’t you know? Didn’t you have the dreams too?”
    “I don’t know if we had the same dreams, sweet angel.” To her shock, he breathed deeply.
    Drank in her scent. Smiled. “I was most remiss if I never kissed your delicious cunny.”
    “That’s what you call it? That crude word?”
    Yannick was on his knees on the floor now, gazing up at her from between her thighs. His pale blond hair spilled over his brow, dusted across his darkly lashed eyes. His fingers stroked her inner thighs and Althea could barely think.

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    His brow quirked. “What would you prefer, then, love? Quim? Pussy? Velvet glove?
    Pleasure passage? Silken sheath? Grotto of love?”
    “Grotto of—?” She stared down at him in disbelief, then dissolved into giggles.
    He flashed a playful frown, screened by her auburn curls. She caught her breath at the intimacy of their teasing. How could she be joking with a man—an earl and a vampire!—who had her most private places exposed to him?
    He gave an audacious wink. “Women do not generally laugh when I do this.”
    He traced the tip of his tongue over her curls. Her hands clenched into fists. She almost shot up right off the bed. His hot breath breezed over a terribly sensitive place and she quivered.
    Do you wish me to stop?
    “Y—Yes.”
    “Are you certain?” He blew across her nether lips and she knew he would not stop. In dreams, he knew to make her melt until she could refuse nothing.
    And he was a peer after all. Accustomed to having his own way.
    Althea tried to say “yes” once more but her mouth would not cooperate. She truly did not want him to stop. Slowly, she shook her head. Willed the word no at him. Gasped in shock as he pressed his mouth tight to her mound.
    Oh yes. Yes. She cried it in her head .
    As you command, love . He suckled.
    She screamed.

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Chapter Three
Ravished

    Her cry of pleasure echoed in the small room, igniting his lust, calling forth Yannick’s fangs. They extended, lengthening like his cock, until they lapped his lower lip.
    With the greatest care, mindful of the sharpness of his curved canines, Yannick flicked out his tongue to brush the very tip of her clit.
    “Oooh!” Althea arched beneath him, as though struck by an electric charge.
    A knock sounded on the wall, followed by O’Leary’s concerned Irish lilt. “Miss Yates?”
    She stared down at Yannick, obviously horrified. With his face buried against her wet pussy, he feigned a look of innocence. Then flicked out his tongue and made her scream again.
    “Miss Yates?” The rap was sharper, the voice more insistent. Yannick hoped O’Leary wasn’t ready to burst into Althea’s room.
    Althea found her voice. “So sorry, Mr. O’Leary,” she croaked. “I am fine. It was only a bad dream.”
    Oh, am I?
    Yannick tangled his fingers in Althea’s crisp curls, stroking the satin-soft skin beneath them.
    Gently, he laid a kiss at the very peak of her vulva, tasting the droplets gathering there. Her quim shone with her moisture, soaked, swollen and ready for him. And her scent…his head swam with it.