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  First the bulbous top, then the shaft, inch by slow inch.

  Xavier knew that his cock was fully in proportion to the rest of his large and muscular body. Consequently, not too many women were capable of taking all of his cock, not always in their pussy and certainly not in their mouth.

  “Dear God…” Xavier groaned his pleasure as Diana, her gaze locked with his, took the whole length of that cock down her relaxed throat so that he could see of the bulge of it down her neck.

  Having all of his cock buried in a woman’s mouth and throat, even that of the most experienced courtesan, was an ecstasy Xavier had never experienced before now.

  With Diana.

  His eyes rolled to the back of his head when she lifted her head, allowing his cock to slide several inches out of her throat before Diana took all of him again. Over and over, until Xavier knew he was on the brink of releasing.

  “No more, or I shall spill in your mouth.” He gently gripped her shoulders to push her away. He almost lost control again as he watched the long length of his cock slowly reappearing from between her moist and swollen lips.

  Lips Xavier claimed with his own and was instantly able to taste his own musk. He continued to kiss her as the two of them fell back on the bed, his tongue caressing her lips and then licking the heat inside her mouth.

  He cupped one of his hands beneath her breast, finger and thumb pulling and squeezing the nipple until Diana’s hips arched up and her moist pussy lips stroked along the length of his cock.

  “I need you inside me, Xavier,” she groaned achingly.

  “You shall have me,” he assured as he moved up and over her and he thrust his cock deep inside her channel. He wanted Diana too much to ever make her plead or beg for what he would freely give her.

  The heat and sting of Diana’s well-spanked bottom rubbed abrasively against the bedcovers as Xavier began to thrust his cock rhythmically inside her. That burn increased her arousal to fever pitch, her hips arching up to meet each of those thrusts. She wrapped both her legs around his hips, the heels of her feet digging into the muscled hardness of his arse, urging Xavier to thrust deeper and harder. She felt his cock thicken even more, setting off the tremor and the quake of her climax.

  “Damn it to hell!” he cried out, having already pumped his release several times inside Diana before he managed to pull out of the heat of her channel.

  His eyes darkened, and a sense of possessiveness filled him as he watched spurt after spurt of his cum shoot over Diana’s abdomen and pussy.

  Chapter Seven

  “That was a mistake, and I profusely apologize.”

  Diana had seriously been in danger of drifting off into a dreamy and satiated sleep. She was safely held in Xavier’s arms, with her head resting on his shoulder, her arm draped across his bare chest, their legs entangled together.

  But hearing him describe their lovemaking as a mistake was enough to jolt her out of that state of what she now realized was a false euphoria. “Which part was a mistake?” she bit out abruptly. “Spanking me? Or then introducing me to a level of physical intimacy I did not even know about before now, let alone had ever been a part of.” Her cheeks heated at the memory of how Xavier had touched her and his fingers had entered her in places she had never thought possible. “Or perhaps you are referring to the way in which you decided to forgo dinner altogether and instead carried me up to your bedchamber in this barbaric manner?”

  Xavier’s arms tightened about Diana as she would have moved away from him. “You will apologize for talking to me in that scornfully dismissive tone.”

  “Or?”

  His jaw tightened. “Or your bottom will once again take the consequences.”

  She struggled to lean up on her elbow within the tightness of his embrace. “You cannot spank me just because you have decided you do not like the tone of my voice.”

  “I most certainly can.” He smirked. “Although on this occasion, I do not believe I said anything about spanking you.”

  The heat deepened in Diana’s cheeks. “I— You— You have talked of this before and I do not believe it is even possible!” she scoffed.

  “You did not have anal sex with your husband or a lover?”

  “Absolutely not!”

  “I have never experienced it either, but I am looking forward to doing it with you,” Xavier drawled. “It might take time and patience because you are a virgin there, and tiny where I am not. But I am sure we will manage it together very soon.”

  Diana’s bottom clenched merely from Xavier talking of putting his cock there. Her curiosity was also piqued. What would it feel like to have Xavier’s cock inside her there? His thumb had stretched her to what she believed to be her capacity, and Xavier’s cock was easily three times that size around, and even more so in length.

  No, she did not believe it possible. Xavier was toying with her. “You have still not told me whether you consider all our lovemaking was a mistake or only part of it,” she reminded abruptly.

  Xavier decided to let Diana’s sharp tone pass for now. She had already blushed profusely merely from his mentioning the two of them enjoying anal sex together. It truly was an intimacy he had never engaged in, but he fully intended doing so with Diana. He had forgone that pleasure up to now because it was a level of intimacy he did not believe one indulged in when sharing a single encounter with a women of the demimonde. Nor had he ever taken on a mistress before, having preferred not to clutter his life with such complications.

  But as he had told Diana from the beginning, she would be his mistress, and he fully intended to possess and claim her everywhere, including her delicious bottom.

  “None of it,” he assured her decisively. “It was my lack of control which I apologize for.” He scowled. “I meant to withdraw before releasing inside you.”

  “It was only a little.”

  “Still enough to have consequences.”

  Diana’s smile was mocking. “And you are now afraid I might present you with a little duke or duchess in nine months’ time?”

  “Your tone is bordering on insolent again,” he warned icily.

  Now that Diana had mentioned it, Xavier found he did not, as might be expected, find himself totally averse to the idea of Diana carrying and giving birth to his son or daughter. Indeed, merely thinking of her body ripe with his child, her tits large as melons and her abdomen bulging with a new life, was enough to cause his cock to once again engorge.

  He had never imagined he would have a cock stand merely thinking of a woman’s body—specifically Diana’s—burgeoning with his child.

  Diana took advantage of Xavier’s distracted thoughts—whatever they might be—to slip out of his arms and from beneath the bedcovers so that she might hastily pull on her chemise before answering him.

  “Have no fear, Xavier,” she taunted once she had pulled her gown up and secured it on her shoulders. She was unable to do up the buttons without his assistance, but she felt less vulnerable being partially covered. The feeling of Xavier’s release trickling down her inner thighs was less comfortable. “There will be no child, because I am that perfect thing in a mistress and such a disappointment in a wife,” she stated flatly when Xavier quirked a questioning brow. “I am barren.”

  He sat up against the pillows, leaving his chest bare, the bedcovers falling down to his hips and barely concealing the noticeable bulge beneath them.

  Did that mean Xavier was already aroused again?

  Diana had not believed it to be possible again so soon, and yet that was unmistakably the fully erect length of his cock beneath the bedcovers.

  “How can you be sure of that?” he prompted when she added nothing more to her statement.

  Was that disappointment Diana could hear in Xavier’s voice? Of course not, she instantly chided herself. She really was the perfect mistress, unable to present her lover with a child to either embarrass or entrap him.

  “I was married for several years,” she dismissed evenly. “During
that time, Percy and I desperately wanted and tried to conceive a child. It did not happen.”

  “Perhaps the fault lay with him rather than you?”

  Diana’s gaze avoided meeting Xavier’s. “No.” She gave a firm shake of her head.

  “Because you did not fall pregnant during your affair with my brother either?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “There is that,” she answered truthfully. How could she have had the child of a man who had never been her lover? “But the truth is, we, Percy and I, engaged a new maid to work at our London home during the last year of our marriage and—and—”

  “Good God.” Xavier sat upright. “Did your husband impregnate a maid in your own household?”

  “Yes,” she acknowledged softly. “But he cannot be blamed—”

  “Fuck that!” Xavier threw back the covers and rose restlessly to his feet. “What sort of bastard humiliates his wife in such a way?”

  Diana was momentarily diverted from the question as a naked Xavier began to pace the bedchamber. He seemed completely unperturbed by the fact that his cock was jutting up strong and erect from the dark nest of curls between his thighs.

  And why should he be, when his whole body was similar to one of the lifelike sculptures by Bernini. Wide shoulders and chest, narrow waist and strong thighs, and as for his arse…! That was a work of art in itself, being so strong and muscular.

  Diana gave an impatient shake of her head to clear her thoughts so she might answer Xavier’s question. “Many more men than should.” She grimaced. “The irony is that Percy never even saw his child, as it was born posthumously.”

  “That does not excuse his behavior,” Xavier snapped in disgust.

  “We seem to have strayed from the subject.” Diana straightened. “I wished only to assure you there will not be an unwanted child between the two of us.”

  “Would it have been unwanted?”

  Diana gave him a sharp glance. “I have been a widow for two years, and you have never married.”

  “My question still stands.”

  She gave a slow shake of her head. “I do not understand what you are asking.”

  Xavier was not completely sure of that himself. He only knew that he wanted to punch Percy Fitzwilliam in the face for treating Diana so shabbily, while at the same time, he wished he could give Diana the child the longing in her eyes said she still ached for.

  To such a degree, Xavier doubted she would refuse even his child.

  He stepped closer, his nostrils at once assaulted with the combined aroma of Diana’s arousal and the musk of his own cum he was sure must be dripping down her legs. “Perhaps I should release all my cum into you next time, just to test your belief.”

  Diana was too confused by his words, and far too aware of his naked and obviously freshly aroused body, to be in the least resistant when Xavier uncurled her fingers from holding the front of her gown. It once again fell to the carpeted floor. Her chemise met a much more violent end when Xavier chose to rip it from her body, then discarded the tattered remnants onto the floor beside her gown.

  She let out a surprised squeak as she was once again swept up in his arms and carried to the bed. “Xavier, I do not think—”

  “My dear Diana, neither of us is required to think at the moment.” He placed her on the bed before sinking down onto his side on the mattress beside her, one of his legs draped over hers as he leaned up on one elbow to grasp and turn her face with his other hand so that she was looking up at him. “I am going to take my leisure making love to you this time,” he murmured huskily. “Every delectable inch of you. No, not there, not yet,” he teased softly as her eyes widened. “I wish for you to be completely relaxed in my company before we venture into the unknown.”

  She gave an agitated shake of her head. “Why bother at all when you do not even know if you will like it?”

  “It is with you, so of course I will like it,” he chided gently. “I have thought of nothing for months but all the ways and places I am going to make you mine.”

  She swallowed. “I had no idea…”

  “No.” He chuckled softly. “But over time, you will learn the full depth of my hunger to possess you.”

  Diana knew that statement would alarm many women. But not her. Because it sounded more like a promise to Diana than a threat.

  During the following hour, Xavier proceeded to do exactly what he had said he would. Not an inch of her body escaped the attention of his lips and hands, and she lost count of how many times she quaked and trembled in climax.

  Diana was lost in a sexual haze by the time Xavier lifted above her, his cock in hand as he guided it easily into a channel that was wet from both Diana’s juices and Xavier’s previous release.

  He rutted into her, hard and deep, until his whole body tensed and his cock thickened seconds before her climax, followed by his own pulsing release inside her.

  Xavier came inside her twice more during the night, but as Diana knew only too well, there would not be now, nor in the future, any repercussions from his having done so.

  She was, as she had previously stated, the perfect mistress.

  Chapter Eight

  As Diana learned over the course of the following week, Xavier was the perfect lover.

  Attentive out of bed in that he treated her with the utmost respect in front of his household staff and her own, whilst also presenting her with what Diana believed were the customary gifts of jewelry and flowers a gentleman usually gave his mistress.

  He called upon her at Fitzwilliam House every afternoon, primarily to ensure she would join him for dinner that evening. But the two of them also talked together. About their childhoods and their family. Xavier had only a couple of aunts and uncles by marriage, and Diana had just one aunt and uncle by marriage. Neither of them had family they were close to. During those afternoon visits, they also discussed books and plays and politics, and anything else that took their fancy. Perhaps because they both knew that once they were behind closed doors during the evening at Northcliffe House, they would not be talking at all.

  Xavier was beyond sexually fulfilling in bed. He made love to Diana the moment she joined him at his home in the evenings, and then repeatedly throughout the night. Every night.

  Xavier was, in fact, all that any woman could ask for in a lover.

  And yet, to Diana, at least, it seemed there was something missing from their affair.

  True affection, perhaps?

  When he called to see her this afternoon, Xavier had informed her that he had to attend an emergency meeting of parliament this evening. Nor did he have any idea how long it would last. The irritation was obvious in his voice, along with the scowl, at this interruption to their spending the whole evening and night together.

  Diana had to admit to having become accustomed this past week to dining with Xavier and then spending the night in his bed. She did not care to think what her household thought of Xavier calling upon her each afternoon and then her absence every evening and night.

  The truth was, Diana no longer cared what anyone else thought of her behavior. Xavier and his lovemaking were like a fire in her veins, one Diana needed every night in order to be able to function the following day.

  Rather than sit alone this evening waiting for Xavier to finish with his meeting, Diana had written a note to Tabitha, knowing her friend’s husband would be caught up in the same political debate as Xavier. The other woman was only too eager to have Diana’s company for part of the evening.

  Diana wrote and had a note delivered to Xavier, informing him of those plans. He had written back and stated, with his usual arrogance, that he would collect her from Walker House as soon as he was free to do so, and that the two of them would then eat a late supper together at Northcliffe House.

  Part of Diana’s reason for wishing to see Tabitha this evening was so that she could talk to her about this new development in her life.

  “My goodness, you are positively glowing!” Tabitha complimented, t
he two women sitting comfortably together in her private sitting room, each enjoying a glass of white wine from the bottle brought to them by Tabitha’s butler.

  Diana felt the color bloom in her cheeks. “I believe that repeated and regular sexual activity might be responsible for that.” No point in beating about the bush when that was most certainly the reason for Diana’s “glow.”

  Tabitha’s eyes widened in surprise before she smiled her approval. “And might a close friend enquire as to whom you are having repeated and regular sexual activity with?”

  Diana avoided meeting her friend’s gaze as she answered. “Northcliffe.”

  Tabitha choked noisily on her sip of wine, needing several moments before she was able to compose herself. “The Duke of Northcliffe?”

  “Is there another Northcliffe?” Diana drawled.

  “Well…no. But… Xavier Asherton, that Northcliffe?”

  “Yes.” Diana understood Tabitha’s disbelief. She still had trouble believing it herself. The only times Diana had no reason to doubt it was when she was in Xavier’s arms and he was making love to her. The rest of the time, she thought she must be dreaming.

  Tabitha stared at her for several more minutes before speaking again. “How long…?”

  Diana chuckled. “I sincerely hope you are asking me how long Xavier and I have been involved, because I can assure you, I will not be discussing how long anything else is with you.”

  Her friend gave a shake of her head. “What do you mean—” She broke off, the smile that now curved her lips indicating her thoughts were less than pure. “Oh, I do so hope, for your sake, it is true what they say about parts of the anatomy being in proportion to the rest of the body!”

  Diana laughed outright at Tabitha’s lascivious expression. “I refuse to answer that.”

  Tabitha grinned. “By not doing so, you have given me all the information I need. Goodness me!” She waved a hand in front of her flushed cheeks. “Even thinking of it is enough to make me blush.”