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He flashed her a smile. “I am all yours, my dawn.”

He groaned as he fumbled with the placket of buttons. With a low groan, he released his cock from his breeches, the head slipping through her wet folds.

“Ride me, Phoebe,” he urged her huskily. “Take me inside you.”

Phoebe gasped as he slid easily into her channel, his arousal filling her, stretching her in the most pleasurable ways possible.

“Do you like that, my sweet dawn?”

She nodded. “Oh, yes. Yes!”

His fingers quickly undid the buttons at the back of her dress and unlaced her chemise. With a quick tug, her breasts spilled over her bodice, and Ethan wasted no time taking a taut peak into his mouth.

Phoebe let out a soft moan as his tongue swirled tauntingly over the rosy bud. Instinctively, she began to move her hips, and he groaned into her chest.

“God, you feel so good,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips as his own snapped up to meet hers. “Ride me, Phoebe. Ride me as you wish.”

What an absolutely scandalous thought!

But Phoebe was lost in a sea of bliss, and his words only served to egg her on. Desire shot through her, burning through her inhibitions as she gave him pleasure and grabbed it for herself with both hands.

She was a maddened creature beyond control, and for the first time, she did not care if what she did was unconventional or scandalous.

All that mattered was her and Ethan and this connection they shared.

She took him into her body, moving over him as her soft moans spilled past her lips. She tilted her head back, and he took her breasts into his mouth, heightening her pleasure and devouring her as he promised.

Every movement intensified that delicious ache between her thighs. Every single jolt of the carriage seemed to shoot straight to her core.

“Ethan!” she gasped. “Oh, Ethan!”

“Seize it, Phoebe,” he groaned against her skin. “It is all yours for the taking.”

I am all yours.

The unspoken words hung in the air between them. Phoebe opened her eyes and looked into his own glazed ones. There was desire there, yes, but beyond that, she sawlove.

He loved her—she could see it clearly now.

Could hear it in his voice as he urged her to seek her pleasure, knowing that he found his in it as well.

Could feel it throbbing in her, filling her.

The air sparked between them, charged with something else. Something far beyond anything she had ever known.

He reached out to cup the side of her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.

“I love you.”

The words tumbled out of her lips without shame. She did not care who heard her now. She would shout it from the rooftops of London if she could.

“And I love you, my dawn,” he whispered fiercely. “I love you so damn much…”

With a soft moan, she began to move over him once more, drawing back and surging forward. Withdrawing and then taking him to the hilt.

He groaned in her ears, and the sound filled her with much delight.

As she moved, she could feel all of him filling her, touching her in all the places she wanted to be touched.