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Oscar’s eyes met hers as his mouth hovered over her own. He held her gaze as he tugged her wrists above her head, lifting a brow as if to mockingly ask if she was satisfied.

“Enter me,” Isabella desperately commanded. “I cannot wait?—”

“Beg,” Oscar told her. He kissed down her neck, still keeping Isabella’s arms pinned above her head. “Beg for me, Isabella.Beg, for you do it so prettily.”

“I am your wife. I should not have to beg.” Her mouth twitched with a teasing smile of her own.

Oscar snarled into her jaw. “And yet I beg for your body day and night shamelessly. We may beg for one another forever. When you areyou,Isabella, you are worth begging for. On my knees, braced over you, my body over yours. However you want me, I will plead for your pleasure as I enjoy hearing you do the same.”

Arousal pooled so achingly inside her that Isabella tucked her legs around her husband’s waist, only to find that she was being maneuvered into their favorite position. Her legs instead draped over Oscar’s shoulders to allow a deeper angle. Isabella shifted her hips against his freed length, gasping.

He moved his hips away teasingly, and the pleas fell easily from her lips.

“Must you keep me waiting so long?” she gasped. “Please, Oscar.Please.Heavens, I will beg for you on my knees as well, for how could I not? I crave your length. I crave everything you give me, every ounce of pleasure. Husband, please—please enter me.”

Oscar gave her a bruising kiss. “And how could I deny such beautiful begging?”

Before Isabella could answer, he had entered her in one swift thrust. She cried out at the fullness of him. No matter how much they coupled, she was always taken aback by his sheer size. He always took her breath away in many, many ways.

“I love you.” The endearment slipped out in the heat of their pleasure, and she breathed heavily, pulling him closer to seal their mouths. “I love you so much, Oscar.”

“I love you,” he answered, his eyes heavy with both love and lust, and he gazed down at her. He smiled, and she knew it was her favorite sight. She loved his roughness, but this soft moment never failed to make her heart pound harder.

“I am close,” she whispered, for she had yearned for him all day, and her body knew when her husband was home. Homewasher; home was him.

“Release with me.”

There was something so much more desperate in his voice, and she clung to that. To the validation that she still sometimes needed. The validation that she was wanted, that she was enough for this man who had seen her above everybody else. Who had looked at her and somehow said,I want you.

When their climaxes came, it was with a few final wanton thrusts, Oscar hunting his release to prompt hers. Isabella cried out. Then, he released her wrists from his hold to link their fingers instead.

She held onto him, as she always did, and felt forever safe in his arms.

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“I could feast on you for hours, wife, but it won’t be enough to quench my unbearable thirst for you.”

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Chapter One

“Excuse me a moment, Lord Willoughby.” Charles Thorne, the Duke of Branmere, gave a nod to the man he had been speaking with about a new art gallery they wanted to open somewhere between London and Surrey.

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Charles headed out of the ballroom at Branmere Manor, trailing the footman who had signaled to him.

Outside, the hallway did little to muffle the noise of the orchestra and the guests’ clamor over the pieces they thought would be on display.