“If I could,” he went on, “I would remain like this indefinitely—clasped by you, held inside you, a part of you—without moving at all. When we make love, I fight climax with everything I have. I don’t want to come; I do not want it to end. No matter how long I make it last, it isn’t nearly long enough. I am furious when I cannot hold back any longer. Why, Jess? If all I seek is the physical relief of natural lust, just as I would seek sleep or food, why would I deny myself?”
She turned her head and caught his mouth with hers, kissing him desperately.
“Tell me you understand,” he demanded, his lips moving beneath hers. “Tell me you feel it, too.”
“I feel you,” she breathed, as intoxicated by his ardency as she was by the finest claret. “You have become everything to me.”
“I have wanted you for so long now,” he said roughly, “I’ve no memory of how it feels to be devoid of the craving. But you must know what you do. I need you to think of who you are and where you are and who I am. Think of how things will be once we’ve crossed this threshold. Think of how you will leave this cabin—disheveled and well fucked.”
“I will see to this; you see to your sister. Be quick about it. It won’t be long before I come for you, and you’d best be ready, Jess, with my ring still gracing your hand. You won’t stay me then. I’ll drag you to Scotland in irons if I have to.”
He left her in a rush. As always, taking her heart with him.”
“I keep what's mine, and I do not share.”
“One day at a time. You rise, you eat, you bathe, and you talk to the few people you can tolerate while feeling so wretched. Over time, it hurts a little less. Then a little less. And so on...Until one morning, you will awake and realize the pain is only a memory. It will always be with you, but it will eventually lack the power to cripple you.”
“If I was any more pleased with you, I would lose what little remains of my sanity.”
“Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young?”
“She is an ice princess, that one. Your brother had best pray she breeds quickly or risk losing his cock to frostbite.”
“I require distance from the past in order to grasp the future.”
“I supposed, perhaps, you miss the promise of what could have been, while at the same time you are grateful that what it was instead is over.”
“I'm returning to England because the reason I stayed away no longer exists, and a reason to return has unexpectedly presented itself.”
“He rubbed the spot over his chest that ached for Jessica. “And her regard will never alter or diminish. She knows the worst there is to know about me, yet she loves me in spite of my mistakes. No … I would say perhaps she loves me because of them; because of how they’ve shaped me.”
“You will never be a burden to me. It is my privilege to be available to you whenever you may need me.”
“Alistair caught her face in his hands, urging her to lean back and meet his gaze directly. “Jess.”
She stilled, registering the somberness in his tone.
Angling his head, he pressed his lips lightly to hers and breathed the words “I love you.”
“My lust was fierce, you know that. I won’t say it was love, but it was deeper than flesh. My desire for you gave me hope that I could find joy in sex again, that I could approach the act with something beyond detachment and a need for base physical release. I had to have you, Jess, whatever the cost or effort.”
“The feel of your big cock in me is delicious, but far more so when it's moving.”
“Instead, Hester had been presented at court,”
“She only wants my happiness,” Jessica murmured, offering him a reassuring smile from beneath the brim of her straw bonnet. “It may”
“CHRIST,” BILL EXHALED LOUDLY AND grabbed the back of his head. “Let him go. Put the table back.” Nathan and Jim let go of me. I turned, pressed my back to the wall and inched toward the far corner of the room. The two men slid the table to the middle of the room. Bill stood in front of the door, his head turned. The three men nodded at each other. Bill cracked the door. “Yeah?” The voice responded low and hushed. I couldn’t make out the words. Bill covered most of the door with his body. Nathan hung back in the corner nearest me. Jim stood a few feet from Bill. Bill took a step back, looked over his shoulder at me and shook his head. “Nathan, watch him for a minute.” “OK,” Nathan said. Bill and Jim stepped out. The door closed behind them. Nathan walked backward to the door. He kept his eyes on me. “Bet I could take you down,” I said.”
“there was something new happening, a wheel inside my heart I’d never noticed before, and it was spinning so fast it made me dizzy. And the farther away she got, the faster it spun, like there was an invisible cord unreeling from it that stretched between us, and if she went too far it would snap—and kill me. I wondered if this strange, sweet pain was love.”
“You have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.”
“Please just let me have you. Please. Nothing else matters if I can’t have you.”
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