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exposing her buttocks in such a way that they separated, showing her puckered anus. Evangeline felt her pussy completely exposed, her lips separating in this unnatural position.
    “There.” Raven smiled. “Now you are mine.” He lowered his head. Evangeline closed her eyes, unable to think or focus any longer.
    Her mind whirled. Her body burned with pleasure. The sudden sensation of Raven’s warm mouth covering her cunt made her release a long, loud cry. He began to lap, his tongue sweeping up and down and then around in circles, covering every bit of the sensitive skin between her lips. Over and around, up and down he licked endlessly while the pleasure which Evangeline thought could rise no more built to unbearable heights. Suddenly he thrust his tongue deep inside her where his fingers had been before.
    He began a new rhythm, his tongue lapping circles around her cunt and then thrusting hard, penetrating her. The muscles in Evangeline’s legs and buttocks tightened. She panted loudly and shamelessly, unable to suppress the depth of her arousal. When she thought she could take no more, it happened. That overwhelming flood of pleasure, that peak which clutched at her body, encompassing her, filling her mind until she could no longer think. That wonderful sensation engulfed her. The cry that tore from her throat rose up to the high ceiling as her body jerked uncontrollably.
    “There, my dear girl, there. Wasn’t that wonderful?” Raven sat beside her, tenderly stroking her buttocks and thighs while looking at her pussy. At length Raven released her legs and wrists and she curled into a ball on the bed as the aftermath of her crisis still swept through her limbs, reverberating like ripples in a pond. “What is that?” she whispered. “What is it called, the peak that you force me to?”
    “The French call it an orgasme ,” Raven said. “Do you like it?” He smiled. Evangeline did not answer and Raven stepped away and stooped to pick up her dressing gown which he draped over her body.

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    Without another word he left.

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    Raven ate no more than once a day, usually in the evening, so it was sufficient to arouse Munk’s curiosity when he ordered a meal before noon. In the dining room he sat alone at the end of the long table, his forehead resting in both hands, his food untouched.
    One of the servants had neglected to close the shutters against the daylight and Munk strode over to close it until only a crack of light remained. When the dimness reached a comforting level Raven looked up.
    “Are you going somewhere, my lord?” As a very loyal servant of long standing and the only person he trusted to supervise Dominica’s care, a certain latitude was acceptable and he allowed Munk to ask such a question.
    He looked down at the meat on his plate which he had no appetite for at this time of day. “I must go to Liverpool, or more precisely, the village of Speke. There is work I must attend to before the wedding.”
    “Work never upsets you, my lord. You are often invigorated by it.” Coming to stand beside the table, Munk waited.
    Looking up at the tall, masculine woman in her smart but austere black work dress, Raven said simply, “Speak, Munk.”
    “Miss Rutledge, my lord?” she spread her hands to indicate many questions.
    “She is unsuitable,” he said. “Don’t you think I am sensible of just how unsuitable she is?”
    Munk bowed her head. “Most unsuitable for a man such as yourself. She is not nearly good enough for you, my lord.”
    Raven sat back, looking up at his servant. “She is not nearly as pliable as I thought she would be, Munk. I did not anticipate her running away like this. She must not escape again. You must see to it that she does not. I would marry her this day, but I have an 104
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    engagement I cannot put off.”
    “It would be better to do it at once before anything else happens,”
    Munk agreed. “Madame Blethin must have worked all day and into the night on the wedding gown with every seamstress she has in her shop, because it arrived a little while ago. A hideous white creation.”
    “As expected.” Raven snatched his glass and downed the red wine in one gulp. Munk immediately refilled his glass. “I have no choice at this point. I left it too late. I should have chosen a girl and married long before this. I kept putting it off.”
    “Because of Lady Dominica,” Munk stated.
    “Yes, because of my sister.”
    “Is it too