is this?”Silence froze, her hand still outstretched, clutching a damp, dirty cloth. Oh, dear Lord. Slowly she raised her eyes and found herself face-to-thighs with Mickey O’Connor’s extremely tight breeches.

Can’t admit it either.

You never had to,” St. John concurred.

Naturally not, but I do now.

to be inside ye.

Wear you social mask at your balls and parties and when you visit your friends out there, but when we are alone, just the two of us in here, promise me this: that you’ll show...

It’s strange, but I find myself more disillusioned by a man who has such easily persuaded views than I would be by one whose views were entirely opposite but passionately held. Isn’t that quixotic of...

I could not stay away.

But I would’ve listened to ye. I would’ve believed ye.

Don’t you see? You brought me into the daylight. You’ve embraced parts of me that I was never able to let see light. Don’t make me retreat again into the night. (Winter Makepeace)

Long, long ago.

Yes, please,” she whispered. She wanted to engrave the sight of him thus, about to make love to her, in her mind.

Well warmed and ready for a long ride.

Yes, please.

Oh, no,” she said hastily, embarrassed. Did he really think she bullied him? What a silly notion!

It hardly mattered. She was tired of waiting for him to acknowledge who he was. Tired of donning a false mask of gaiety when she was so much more—felt so much more—beneath. No one had...

is ye. Nothin’ else.

Mouthy little thing, ain’t she?”But he bent and lifted the toddler.

You have them only by my permission.

The only soap we could find was rose scented.

She has a forceful personality, as do I. We just took a bit to get to know one another.

Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would’ve liked to have made babies with you. A little girl with your hair and eyes would’ve been the delight of my life. But it is you...

Dear God. She ached, wanting something that she knew was a sin.Wanting a man who was sin itself.

Don’t take to yer grave afore yer time, Silence, m’love.

I would do violence for one glimpse of your naked breasts. Bleed for one taste of your nipple on my tongue. (Winter Makepeace)

Sleep,” he murmured to her, and held her against himself, his cock still buried deep.She was caught and he had no intention of ever letting her go.

are a great trouble.”She shook her head, not bothering to reply this time, and started marching to the door.

But you must be awash in a sea of compliments, my lady. Every gentleman you meet must voice his admiration, his wish to make love to you. And those are only the ones who may...

Welcome home, m’love.

She swallowed and looked down at the artichoke petals piled neatly on the side of her plate. Her center certainly felt like it was melting, growing soft and wet just from the rasp of Mr....

You made a deal with your heart, your soul, and your body, and you sealed it with the wash of your climax on my c*ck.”She blinked, looking dazed. He’d never used such words before, especially...

ye’ve bewitched and bespelled me, my sweet Silence, didn’t ye know? I’ll agree that the sky is pink, that the moon is made o’ marzipan and sugared raisins, and that mermaids swim the muddy waters...

For a moment she lay still in the big bed, blinking sleepily, loath to move.And then she realized that the angel’s song hadn’t stopped on her waking.Silence sat up. The tantalizingly beautiful voice was coming...

I love you.”She lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroundings. She couldn’t remember who he was—who she was. She lost her mind.