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  Giselle’s hand closed on Arabella’s wrist. “I said that it was true. Oh, Arabella, don’t go! I want you to stay.”

  “I cannot.” Arabella resisted the urge to snatch her bare wrist from Giselle’s burning touch.

  Giselle stepped closer. She cupped Arabella’s cheek in her soft palm. “Don’t leave. I couldn’t bear to be without you. I need you!”

  Arabella searched her eyes.

  Giselle continued. “I came to your room to…to lie with you.”

  “Out of pity?”

  “No!” Giselle wailed. “God help me, Arabella, I’m in love with you.”

  “I can’t stand by and watch—” Arabella stopped in mid-sentence as Giselle’s words seeped in and took hold. “You what?”

  “I love you,” Giselle said, her voice but a breathy whisper. “Don’t leave.”

  Arabella’s pulse pounded in her ears. What motive could she have to utter such a declaration?

  There was none.

  “I accepted the komtesse’s punishments because I felt taking pleasure in intimacy with another woman was wrong—but oh, I did take such pleasure in it. Wicked pleasure. With you. When you and I lay together in your room the night before your initiation, I knew decadence without prior pain for the first time. And now I know this feeling inside me…” Giselle tapped her chest. “My heart…it beats only for you.”

  Acceptance inundated Arabella. “I love you too. I’ve always loved you.”

  Their foreheads touched and they remained in that position for several seconds, letting the significance of this moment truly set in. Giselle loved her. Arabella’s fingers toyed in the ruffles at the collar of her lover’s gown. She tilted her chin and nipped at the soft lips so near her own. Giselle’s mouth brushed hers again. And then they kissed. Thoroughly. Deeply.

  Arabella’s heart soared toward the starry sky as she opened her mouth and kissed her fill of her lover’s lips, taking her plunging tongue, tasting her sweetness. Desire raged between Arabella’s legs. She’d never been so wet with wanting in her life.

  Their foreheads resting against each other’s once more, Giselle ended their kiss. “Come home with me.”

  “What about your father?” Arabella’s voice was husky with need.

  “He will not send me away again. Not for anything. Certainly not for loving the woman who brought me back to his arms,” Giselle said. “We will live out our days there together with no one the wiser. As lovers and sweethearts.”

  Arabella’s stomach clenched from the joy of imagining such an existence. “Then we must make haste. I am dying of need.”

  Dawn’s lavender hues lightened the sky as they mounted their horses and raced back home. By the time they arrived, the stable boy was up. He took their mounts and they rushed inside and up to Giselle’s room. Giselle turned the key in the lock as Arabella hastily tore off her traveling dress. Boots, skirts, petticoats, stockings, stays, all found their way into a pile on the Oriental rug.

  Giselle pulled her night rail off and the pair stood facing each other. Arabella drank in the sight of her lover’s voluptuous breasts, tapered waist and the soft tuft of dark curls at the vee of her lush thighs. Giselle stepped closer and their bodies touched. Breasts to velvety breasts, thatch to thatch. Their mouths fused. A sense of freedom brimmed in Arabella. Here, they were free to love. There was no komtesse to mete out admonishments. There were no constraints on time.

  There was only this, the feel of her lover in her arms, of kisses on her lips, of their bodies entwined. Together they climbed onto the bed, facing each other in the semi-darkness. Simultaneously, they reached between each other’s legs, burrowing fingers through slippery folds, delving inside moist openings, thrusting, pleasuring.

  Giselle found release first and Arabella followed quickly behind. This one time had not sated either of them.

  Arabella rolled Giselle onto her back before straddling her so that her sex hovered over her lover’s face and vice versa. As Arabella lowered her cunny, she buried her face between Giselle’s legs and dragged her tongue through the dewy slit, sucking and nipping at the swollen bud crowning the succulent folds. Giselle’s mouth worked its own magic and, once more, they found synchronized release. Her lips suckling the sweet clitoris between them, Arabella rode her lover’s talented mouth, grinding her hips, prolonging her pleasure. Fingers dug into her flesh and held her impossibly closer.

  There was nothing gentle or demure about this moment. For days they had been ravenous for one another. Arabella submitted to the relentless tongue probing and tasting. Her thighs quivered and she shook as bliss ravaged and left her boneless, her mouth pressed to the musky flavor of feminine flesh and sex, her head laid on the pillow of a soft thigh.

  With heavy limbs, Arabella moved off, twisted and lay in Giselle’s arms.

  Giselle’s eyes shone in the darkness. “I have never known this sort of feeling before. It was no wonder I didn’t recognize it.”

  “Nor have I,” Arabella added as she traced lazy circles on her lover’s belly. True, she’d felt desire. She’d lusted for a woman’s touch long before she’d been placed at Katzenhalle. But what she knew with Giselle reached far deeper.

  Images of spending lazy days together and nights wrapped in each other’s arms filled Arabella with joy.

  Although life would never be as she knew it growing up on her aunt and uncle’s estate, or even during her brief time at Katzenhalle, she knew she’d found a lasting home here with Giselle.

  “Arabella?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I want to taste you…again.”

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