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provoke her passion. She tried to pull her hand back and open it, to look at the spot he’d kissed, but Urbanus held it within his own so resolutely that she abandoned the struggle. She didn’t want him to think her reluctant.
    “There are those who find love in arranged marriages,” he said, his voice awakening a vibration within her. He drew her into his arms and Gemma let him. Oddly, his body felt good against hers, exciting even, and she felt her nipples bead. She forgot his chilliness, given the fire within her. Heat slipped through her veins, feeding her anticipation of their union, making her wet and ready.
    It must be the Seed, calling to her body, awakening its destiny.
    “Even happiness.” His lips touched her shoulder then and his one hand slid to her shoulder. She felt another prick and another wave of desire, the heat doubling within her.
    She tried to pull away but Urbanus trapped her between his hips and the railing. His lips trailed along her bare shoulder to touch her throat, even as he unbound her hair.
    “Not both love and happiness?” she asked, and her voice sounded husky even to herself.
    “They don’t necessarily go together.” Urbanus kissed her ear and Gemma was certain she had never felt such pleasure. Despite the fury in Felice’s expression, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, welcoming her new husband’s touch. She felt his tongue, then his breath in her ear. “I loved my brother Canto but he didn’t make me happy.”
    Gemma supposed it was inevitable that they talk about the situation that had brought them together. In a way, she respected that Urbanus didn’t skirt around the fact that her sister had killed his brother. All the same, she didn’t know how best to reply.
    In fact, she was having a difficult time keeping her thoughts on anything other than his caress. The Seed was more potent than she’d ever imagined. She should have been warned!
    His hands rose to cup her breasts then, his thumbs toying with the nipples even though the cloth. Gemma heard herself make a sound suspiciously like a growl, and Urbanus chuckled as he drew her away from the railing. Felice leaped down in disgust but for once Gemma didn’t pay any attention to her pet.
    “Beautiful ceremony today,” Urbanus whispered. He pulled her against him and she felt his erection against her belly. She yearned for his strength inside her as he captured her lips in a seductive kiss. Every reservation within her melted as he locked his mouth over hers and cajoled her to join him, using his tongue, his teeth, and his lips. Gemma felt as if her blood was on fire. She gripped his shoulders, then clutched at his hair, opening her mouth to him in surrender. He kissed her thoroughly, then broke the embrace with obvious regret, smiling down at her with sparkling eyes. “Your parents did a fine job with it.”
    For a moment, Gemma didn’t know what he meant. Her mind was filled with thoughts of coupling and kissing, of the two of them sating each other and wasting no effort upon mere words.
    “The wedding,” he prompted.
    “I believe your mother contributed to its success, as well.”
    “No doubt she did,” he said, with an interesting tinge of bitterness. “But it’s typical, isn’t it?” Urbanus cupped her nape in his hand, tipped her head back, and kissed her beneath her chin. His lips burned a trail toward her nipple, which he teased with lips and tongue and teeth until Gemma wanted to moan aloud.
    When had she burned with such need?
    The Seed must amplify normal urges.
    “I don’t understand,” she said, dismissive of conversation. Before Urbanus could reply, Gemma framed his face in her hands, backed him into the wall and kissed him with savage force. Her new spouse, instead of being appalled, met her touch for touch. He seized her buttocks and lifted her against him. Their kiss was passionate and hungry, and Gemma could feel the leap of his pulse beneath her fingertips, even as her own