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with laudanum to keep me quiet?”
    Raven grabbed the front of her dressing gown, pulling it loose 100
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    before she could raise her hands to cover her bare skin. With both his strong hands he pressed her into his body and managed to remove the dressing gown from her shoulders at the same time, tossing it to the floor. Naked and unable to move she stood, held tightly to his chest, as helpless as she had been in the carriage. “With your maidenhood gone who will have you? Then you will truly be mine. You will have no choice but to marry me.” His long cool hands strayed over her buttocks, cupping and squeezing them.
    Horror surging through her, Evangeline looked up to meet his eyes. Awash with mortification, she had no idea how to behave in such a terrifying and ludicrous situation. “Are you saying you would force me to your bed before the wedding? Are you telling me you would ruin me on purpose?” she whispered.
    “If that is what it takes to get you to the church, then yes. The choice is yours, Miss Rutledge. Before or after the nuptials,” he looked over at the bed. “But one more escape attempt and I will take that choice from you whether a bed is available or not.”
    Unable to speak or look at him any longer, she averted her eyes.
    “Will you let go of me please, for decency’s sake?” she asked quietly.
    “That is, if you possess any decency, sir.”
    Raven squeezed her harder against him. Grasping her small, round buttocks, one in each hand, he squeezed hard again, separating them until the cool air touched her anus. He pressed the tip of one finger against the tight rose. “Assure me you will behave from now on.”
    “I promise,” she whispered, her cheeks scarlet.
    Scooping her up against his chest Raven plumped her on the bed.
    From his pocket he produced two long cords of fine, soft rope. In an instant he bound her ankles together and then flipped her over to tie her wrists behind her back. “My lord?”
    “Evangeline,” he said, as though he were forcing himself to be patient. “Perhaps ruining you is not the way to win you over. I should not have said it. Pleasuring you, showing you how delicious it can be to have an experienced man torment you until you scream is the Sanguinarian 101
    answer. Let’s try it.”
    “No, let’s not!”
    Raven laughed and threw off his jacket.
    Bound and helpless, still lying face down, Evangeline could do nothing but wait. When she saw him lean down toward her buttocks she turned away to bury her face in the eiderdown. The sensation of Raven’s face pressed into her bottom quite overwhelmed her. Her breath caught in her throat as her buttocks flamed with rippling pleasure. The sensation was indescribable and her mind struggled to make sense of it. Raven had cupped her bottom and touched her intimately when she had sat in his lap, but to press his face into a part of her body she never dreamed she would show anyone made her swoon. She released a scream into the eiderdown when his tongue darted out and began to lick the cleft. Up and down, he swept his cool, wet tongue, sending waves of sensation flooding her body. Warm liquid seeped between the plump lips of her cunt.
    “Tell me it’s good,” he whispered, barely pausing to speak before continuing. Raven licked wide circles over each buttock, but always returned to the cleft, probing deeper each time until his tongue touched the flaming sensitive skin of her rosebud. Evangeline clenched her buttocks tightly but could not dislodge him. The rising pleasure between her legs removed every last shred of her modesty.
    She no longer wanted him to stop. She wanted the same apex of pleasure he had invoked in her before.
    Raven sat up and when she felt him move away Evangeline wanted to scream, to beg him to continue his ministrations. He rolled her deftly over onto her back. “Evangeline,” he said, triumph in his eyes. “Your cheeks are pink, your eyes are wide. Look at your nipples, hard as little pebbles. Sweet juice seeps from between these plump lips.” As he spoke he cupped her mound of Venus with his strong hand, grinding the heel into the golden pubic hair.
    “Now I will make you scream.” Raven lifted her body gently so that the top of her head was very close to the headboard. Grasping her 102
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    ankles, he raised them above her. With the loose ends of the rope he secured her feet to the headboard, through the ornate fretwork so that she was bent almost double,