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wildly as he stretched out his second finger to caress her entrance as, without warning, he rolled her clitoris between his thumb and finger.
    “I asked you a question, Esther.” He had lowered his voice, now merely breathing his words into her ear as the stubble on his face rubbed against her cheek. “Does that feel good for you?”
    Esther buried her face in his shoulder and breathed in deeply, allowing his musky and intensely masculine scent to cloud her judgement and carry her away. “Yes, but…”
    “But what, chére ?”
    “More,” she demanded breathlessly. “More, Comte!”
    She fisted his unbuttoned shirt, shuddering against him again with a mewling cry as his fingers finally thrust deeply inside her. Triumph exploded inside him as the heat of her tight muscles gripped him, slick and warm around his fingers as he began to skilfully manipulate her clitoris, alternating the speed and force of the intimate caress even as he stroked the inside of her walls in search of the sweet spot he knew could be found.
    When she arched and unleashed a loud, ecstatic moan, Tristan knew that he had found it and increased the speed of his ministrations, roughly pinching her clitoris and lowering his head to kiss her hair. “There, Esther? There?”
    “Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
    Her piercing cry echoed around the library’s high ceiling as she lurched, stiffened and then slumped against him, sobbing out her pleasure and muffling the sounds of her explosive climax in the Comte’s shoulder. Her legs had given way underneath her entirely as wave of wave of pleasure crashed through and inflamed her body in a way that she had not felt for so very long; and in that moment, Esther could have sworn that the climax he gave to her was by far the sweetest she had ever experienced.
    Her body jerked uncontrollably as Tristan pulled his fingers out to wrap both arms around her, holding her up and covering her flushed face in impassioned kisses the moment that she lifted her head from his shoulder. “Ah, darling, how very beautiful you are!”
    The Comte’s low, wondrous whisper was as much of a thrill as the forceful climax his touch had delivered to her. Esther twisted and accepted both his possessive hold and the touch of his shaking hands upon her breasts, roughly caressing them as their bodies moulded together and he lowered his head towards hers again.
    “I am going to have you now, belle . This first time for us will be fast and rough, for I need you too much to waste any time on tenderness.” His hot breath on the back of her throat sent another shiver through her still inflamed body as she nodded urgently, the mingled threat and promise of his words a deep-seated thrill.
    “May I undress you then, Comte?” Esther turned in his arms and hooked her own arms around his neck. She threw her head back as he instantly began to blaze a line of frantic kisses along the curve of her throat.
    “Ah, you English are wonderfully polite even at the height of your passion, ma chére !” Briefly ceasing his attentions to her, Tristan pulled back and unleashed a low ripple of laughter. “Yes, Esther, of course you may undress me – I fully anticipate that I shall glory in you doing so!”
    No sooner had her hands eagerly gone to the waistband of his tight breeches, though, than the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside froze them both where they stood. “Esther?” Lady Eleanor’s call floated towards them as she tried the door handle only to find it locked. “Esther, are you in there still?”
    Tristan groaned as he wrapped his arms around Esther and stole another impassioned kiss before breaking away with a heartfelt curse. “Damn it – ah, God damn it!”    
    “I – I should open the door before she grows concerned,” Esther whispered reluctantly, even though the idea of leaving the Comte’s arms was now near unimaginable. He nodded grimly, his jaw clenched.
    “One – one moment, Eleanor!” she called faintly as she