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wishing to relish this first intercourse, but could no more linger in this position than I could stem the pulsing of my heart. Though I tried to be gentle and slow, I found myself inadvertently sliding up his shaft, and slipping back down. I cried out as my body swallowed him again.
    ‘Janie, you are so beautiful,’ Jacob murmured as I repeated the motion. Sliding up and slipping down. More than anything I wished to grind myself down upon him, so that most delicate place could burn with wicked friction — but I dared not, I had some sense to remain careful.
    So I continued my movement up and down, trying frantically not to become over-enthused, though it was difficult. My sex milked his staff with as much intensity as I could possibly allow; a deep but sweet, coiling, intense pleasure was tightening in my womb. It would not be long before I found completion. I only hoped that my beloved would also be able to reach such a conclusion.
    In wordless understanding, Jacob’s eyes held mine, and I felt his hands move beneath my skirts, searching for that part of me so stretched and full. With knowing hands, Jacob’s fingers brushed past my mons, past that sweet spot that seemed to exist only for my pleasure. His hands found me slick, swollen and made impossibly wide by the girth of his staff.
    He moved his clever fingers once more, past that place and my sex contracted around him.
    ‘Jacob…’ My voice was high. ‘I shall — ’ But I did not get to complete my words. My world suddenly shrank to my womanhood and that tight, bright, sweet intensity. I gasped for breath and found myself convulsing as pleasure exploded between my thighs and radiated through my belly.
    ‘Oh Jane.’ Jacob thrust into me as I stayed planted firmly upon him. For the briefest of moments I was struck with the fear he could not find completion, but blessedly, within an instant, he cried out and shuddered beneath me. Together we remained as those final tremors of pleasure trembled their last and we both fell still.
    How long we stayed as such I could make no claim, but we remained intimately entwined when we were interrupted by a most unwelcome voice.

Chapter 4
    ‘Well,’ Arthur sneered from behind, ‘it seems I should well have heeded your maid’s advice and knocked.’ He laughed and the very sound made me shudder. ‘But I am glad I did not. What a sight. The mare mounting her stallion, truly a scene fit for a whorehouse.’
    Imagine my shame and horror; it was all I could do not to cry. My hair was in disarray, my skirts to my knees and my husband’s member still locked within my sex. I dare not even turn to see the man. My face burned. I stared in mute alarm at Jacob, whose face had descended into fury.
    Jacob’s voice was taut. ‘What do you mean by this insult?’ His eyes flashed and, with a strength I’d forgotten he possessed, he lifted me from him and placed me down on the bed, so he would be free to defend my honour.
    I swept my skirts over for modesty, though I couldn’t dismiss the feeling that the time for modesty had since passed. Without further word, Jacob stood.
    His nightshirt fell, blessedly, to cover his slick, partially turgid member and damaged parts. He advanced on Arthur with such an air of danger, the skin prickled on my neck.
    I had not seen the brothers together for many years; as I have noted, they are not a close family. There is often an unhappy rivalry between the first born and second born sons within families of the peerage. The first born lives knowing his entitlement to the lands and title; the second lives in the macabre hope that something may happen to his older sibling so he may one day become heir. It is a sad thing, and something I very much wished my gentle Jacob did not have to concern himself with. Yet, for all this unhappiness, the family resemblance was plain to see. The brothers were of the same height, powerfully-built men, but where Jacob’s physique was honed to perfection from riding