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nipples, making them hard and sending a fire racing down her body to that secret place between her thighs, setting it aflame with the wanting of him.
    He tore off her chemise, turned her toward him, and took her mouth again as his hands roamed hungrily over her body. Then he scooped her up in his arms, carried her to the bed, and laid her upon it.
    He kissed her face and her throat. He kissed between her breasts and then the breasts themselves. Finally his tongue was on a nipple, circling it until he drew it between his lips and sucked as she moaned with pleasure. A minute later, he did the same to her other breast.
    “I want you,” she whispered. “Please, Liberty, take me now.”
    “Oh no, my darling, we have hardly begun.” He kissed his way down her body until he was kissing the most private part of her. His tongue found her clitoris and licked and stroked and sucked as she writhed and panted. She groaned, craving more and yet finding the intense sweetness of the sensation almost past bearing. She exploded into orgasm.
    Before she could catch her breath, he slipped his finger inside her, stroking and rubbing until she thought she might die of pleasure. She cried out as she tumbled into the ecstasy of orgasm once again.
    “Now,” she demanded, opening her eyes to find him looking intently at her. “Take me now.” He shook his head and smiled at her.
    His finger moved inside her while his gaze never left hers. He found new places of exquisite sensation, new ways of delighting her, thrilling her. She struggled to keep her eyes open and on his, wanting him to see the joy he was giving her, wanting somehow to share her own passion as she climaxed.
    His expression changed, and she watched unbridled desire overcome him. He brought his arms about her in a tight embrace. He kissed her lips hard, almost brutally. She could taste herself, her own excitement, on his mouth. He placed the backs of her legs against his broad chest and slowly he entered her. They smiled at one another and then he began to move and she moved with him.
    Lucy-Ann arched and groaned as the heat between them grew, as the exquisite pleasure overcame them. She came in a frenzied climax and yet wanted more, was ravenous for more and, incredibly, he gave her more. And her world exploded once more.
    She saw his control shatter as he drove into her, harder, faster, until, completely overwhelmed by passion, they both cried out in ecstasy as he released his essence into her.
    The interior of the vardo was becoming dark when the lovers finally got out of bed. Lucy-Ann peeked out of the little window and saw that the sun was at the horizon. They dressed hurriedly and tried to pin up Lucy-Ann’s hair–—mercifully, her bonnet covered that disaster. Liberty tied the bow under her chin and then, holding her face, he kissed her softly and she kissed him back. Had she ever been so happy?
    In the dimming light, they hurried across the field and kissed quickly, parting before the waiting footman could see them. It was not until she returned home that Lucy-Ann realized she and Liberty had made no plans to meet again.
     
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    After a minute, Liberty stepped onto the path and walked nonchalantly after her—no one would think anything of it; people passed to and fro here often. He wanted to make sure Lucy-Ann got to the carriage safely. He saw the footman open the door and pull down the stairs and Lucy-Ann step lightly up them and into the carriage. As it rumbled away, Liberty took off his cap and ran his hands through his curls. He stood watching until the carriage turned onto Bond Street and was lost to sight.
    He sighed. When she’d been in his arms, he’d forgotten what Lucy-Ann was. He’d forgotten that she was a member of the ton, an heiress. As for himself, he was a Rom, a Gypsy, who lived by winning at cards with members of her class when he wasn’t selling them horses—preferably for more than they were worth.
    He turned and walked dejectedly back