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pretend that they had never met. Esther touched her bare throat self-consciously and came to a halt in front of him.
    Tristan could barely breathe. In the dim light lifting the shroud of the velvet darkness, her pale and flawless skin seemed almost to glow and the white lace of her nightgown was near translucent as it clung indecently to every intensely feminine curve of her body. “ Mon dieu, belle !”
    The whispered words of incredulous French brought back some of the courage that had deserted her, bringing with it a shy smile to her face as she allowed him to draw her into his arms. “Good evening, Comte.”
    “A very good evening indeed, Esther!” His hands were already roaming over her thinly-clad buttocks, pressing down firmly and pulling her into the heat of his straining cock. “Ah, I think that this could prove to be the greatest evening of all – but I must say, I am feeling a little over-dressed in comparison to you, mon ange . Will you rectify this for me?”
    “Comte, I want you so very much that I do not think that anything that could prevent me from doing so.”
    She seemed to be entirely sincere in the words that she spoke and the passion burning in her wide eyes, but Tristan took a step back and held her out at arm’s length before she could follow his directions. “Then you will do one other thing for me, Esther – if we are to share this intimacy for the next week, then I want to hear my name upon your lips. I want it to be my name you cry out when I fill you with my cock, not my title. Can you do that, belle ?”
    Her breath hitched. Somehow, the intimacy of whispering his name in her passion seemed even more insurmountable than simply allowing him to take her, but she had to have him. If that was the only term he would set her, then so be it. Esther swallowed hard as she lifted her head again to meet the Comte’s intent stare. “Tristan.”
    The sound of his name on her lips aroused him as fiercely as the sight of her near-unclothed body. Tristan groaned loudly as his cock began to rage with impatience. “Again, ma chére !”
    For the first time, she realised that the power she held over him was as great as that which he had claimed over her. The spell of their shared lust had captured them both inescapably. Esther’s slow, sultry smile widened as she finally tugged away his cravat, unbuttoned his shirt and laid the palms of her hands against the taut muscles of his broad chest. “Tristan...Tristan, I have never wanted any man like this. May I have you as often as I want you over this next week, my comte?”
    He cursed under his breath, awestruck by the way that even the chastest of touches from Esther’s hands could arouse him to previously undiscovered heights. “I fully intend to take you as many times as can possibly be managed, Esther – I have the strangest suspicion that this passion between us cannot be exhausted in the space of six little days.”
    As her blush deepened, Tristan began to undo each one of the buttons that nestled between her breasts even as he sought out her parted lips with his own. Kissing her was bliss. He did not know that he could ever get enough of the taste of her upon his tongue, especially when she was responding to him with such unbound passion and already writhing against him to press her bare breasts into the palms of his hands.
    Without breaking the kiss, he swept her off her feet and sat cross-legged in front of the empty fireplace. He wound one hand through her loose hair to keep her mouth against his as the other tugged her nightgown down past each of her shoulders in turn to finally expose her breasts entirely.
    Esther cried out into his mouth as she twisted to press her breasts into his chest before he forced his free hand between their bodies to trace out a teasing, gentle circle around each of her nipples in turn, and then, finally, lifted his lips away from her to lay her out on the rug.
    It was impossible to hold back now that the beautiful