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Ethan was not far behind as he grabbed her hips and met her stroke for stroke. When her strength flagged, he continued to thrust into her, building the pleasurable ache in her center until she could not take it anymore.

When she felt him reach between their bodies, felt him press a finger against that hooded bud between her folds, Phoebe came apart with a soft scream that she muffled with his shoulder just as he let out a loud groan.

His seed filled her, warming her from the inside as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her.

She sagged against him, feeling utterly spent as his arms came around her, cradling her to him.

Outside, the horses’ hooves continued to clatter on the cobblestones as the carriage made its way down the streets of London.

“I told you it was still a long way back to the estate.” Ethan chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Phoebe smiled and then moaned softly as he pulled himself out of her, the movement stimulating her sensitive nerve endings once more.

“I missed you,” she told him.

“Not as much as I missed you,” he countered.

She sighed and sank into his embrace. “You will have to send a carriage for Ella. My clothes are still with her at Scarlett’s.”

She looked up and saw his smile flash wickedly as his hand slipped between her thighs once more, her aching flesh quickening at his touch.

“Oh no, my sweet dawn,” he drawled mischievously. “When we get home, I will keep you in my bed, where you will have no need for clothes for a good few hours at the very least…”

A breathy moan escaped Phoebe’s lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“In that case, husband, I shall hold you to that promise…”

It was, indeed, quite some time before a carriage could be sent to retrieve Ella and Phoebe’s things.

The End?