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    while his hands continued unrelenting to lift her gown up to her waist.
    Finding the ribbon to her pantaloons, he tugged and they fell to her ankles.
    “No.” Evangeline pushed at his chest. “We must go back to the castle, to our chamber.”
    “Stuff and nonsense, my dear.” Quickly Raven unbuttoned his trousers while Evangeline watched, no longer surprised at his actions.
    He was her husband and her lord. She was his and she had no wish to fight him. Succumbing to his desires was natural and right. Lord Ravenscroft would keep her safe, protect her and pleasure her beyond her dreams, but the discrepancy in their heights made entering her while standing impossible.
    “Let us lie on the grass, my lord.” Her thick cloak would keep at bay the cold seeping up from the earth.
    “Yes, my dear,” he said. Raven lay on top of her and she spread her thighs wide to accommodate him. He entered her swiftly, causing only a small discomfort to that virginal orifice. When she was fully impaled, Raven became very still, resting on his elbows to look into her eyes. The tenderest of smiles crept over his pale face and his eyes grew golden. “I love you, my sweet, sweet, Evangeline.”
    “And I love you with all my heart, my dearest husband.”
    “Now I will get you with child, my little wife,” he said.
    Evangeline wrapped her legs around his hips as Raven began to thrust hard and steady. With all the wonderful gratification he had given her already she had no great expectations for this particular form of communion and she was surprised when the sensation began to build as steadily as it did when his hand spanked her bottom or his agile forefinger massaged her pearl. Up and up her pleasure rose, causing her buttocks and belly to clench and release rhythmically.
    Their gazes locked upon each other. They panted in unison. Raven never showed color in his face but Evangeline felt the heat in her own cheeks. She knew Raven’s climax was close when his gaze drifted from hers. He drew in a long breath but did not release it. Harder and 268
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    faster he pumped, increasing the friction to such a height that Evangeline felt herself on the brink of orgasme . And then she tumbled over the edge.
    A great wave of pleasure swept through her pussy, spreading up through her belly and down through her thighs until it reached a shuddering pinnacle. Raven released his breath in a long, piercing, catlike howl. His back arched as his hot fluids filled her cunt.
    Evangeline watched him while the remains of her climax washed through her muscles.
    Tired from gripping Raven’s hips, Evangeline let her thighs fall wide apart. The tension in her body released and she knew that she was with child. Vampire or mortal, it mattered not. She and Lord Ravenscroft were joined as one for eternity.
    Slowly Raven lowered his upper body until he rested all his weight upon her and they were silent, breathing each breath together.
    Each heartbeat of hers matching his. At length they rose and straightened their clothes to walk on through the chill and overcast afternoon.
    “Are you happy, my darling?” He kissed her nose.
    “Yes, very happy, especially now that I know I have not deprived you of your inheritance.”
    “It does make things easier,” he admitted. “But I wanted you anyway, with or without my fortune.”
    Evangeline smiled. “We belong together, my lord.”
    “We do indeed, dear child. We are opposite sides of the same coin.”
    “Now you need not worry about money you can bring the castle back to its former splendour. The gardens will be beautiful again and you can rebuild the towers. Can we travel, my lord?”
    “Of course we can. I know you want to go to Egypt, though I confess I dread the thought of the climate. I’ll take you to France and Italy and you can see all the museums you like. We will go to Romania and Transylvania. There are distant Ravenscroft relatives in Sanguinarian 269
    those countries, and Russia. It’s so cold there.”
    “I’d love to meet your relatives,” she said.
    “They are all vampires.”
    “I’m getting rather used to vampires.”
    “I’m not getting used to Mrs. Brackett,” he told her. When Evangeline began to protest he put one finger to her lips. “I am going to buy a house for us in London so that you can visit there whenever you want a break from the moors. Mrs. Brackett can live there and see to the running of it.