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  1. My Lord
  2. The Rothvale Legacy II
  3. Raine Miller
  4. Contents
  5. MY LORD
  6. The Rothvale Legacy II
  7. Author’s Note
  8. Prologue
  9. Chapter 1
  10. Gabrielle
  11. Chapter 2
  12. GABRIELLE
  13. Chapter 3
  14. GABRIELLE
  15. Chapter 4
  16. IVAN
  17. Chapter 5
  18. IVAN
  19. Chapter 6
  20. IVAN
  21. Chapter 7
  22. IVAN
  23. Chapter 8
  24. GABRIELLE
  25. Chapter 9
  26. GABRIELLE
  27. Chapter 10
  28. IVAN
  29. Chapter 11
  30. IVAN
  31. Chapter 12
  32. GABRIELLE
  33. Chapter 13
  34. GABRIELLE
  35. Chapter 14
  36. IVAN
  37. Next Up: Heart & Arrow
  38. THE ROTHVALE LEGACY III
  39. Mr. Finnegan’s Irish Scones
  40. A Request
  41. Discussion Group
  42. For Priceless & My Lord
  43. Historical Rothvale Legacy
  44. The MUSE
  45. Blackstone Affair
  46. Connected Series
  47. Join my Newsletter
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. About the Author
  50. Also by Raine Miller

She was perfect in so many ways.

Simply perfect for me.

Chapter 11

IVAN

My tongue on her clit, and I had her coming against my mouth in about two minutes. Sexiest damn thing to witness her falling apart from the inside out, the way she clawed at the sheets with her hands, her hips raising off the bed, and her back arching as she climaxed. Utterly magnificent. As desperate as I was to be inside her, I wanted her to be ready to take me before I went there. Because I knew I couldn’t be gentle. Not tonight, after everything that’d happened. A hard, ruthless fuck is what was needed for the both of us to reset the clock. Her soft, nearly silent, shuddering sighs flipped my switch as she rode the wave of her orgasm—the one thing I demanded from her before she got my cock. Embracing it quietly with a strength of control that defied logic, Gabrielle never broke her composure. Even when things grew intense during sex, she held on to it. So strong willed as she submitted to me. I fucking loved it.

“I have a question I must ask you,” I said, crawling up her body, planking over hers.

“What is it?” Her eyes looked glassy, her tits shaking from the heaving breaths she drew in—simply gorgeous in her state of post-orgasmic bliss.

“Is my lady ready to be fucked by her lord?”

“Yes, my lord.”

The magic words. Again, something along the lines of fate was at work here. I don’t remember ever asking anyone to use the baronial address in the four years it’d been my right to use. Gabrielle was the one exception. Never expected or wanted to hear those words from anybody.

She was the only one I wanted to hear say it.

With her, the words were necessary. I needed to hear them because if she used them on me… then it made her… my lady.

And now I must show her.

“Good answer, kitten. You always answer correctly though, don’t you?” I roughly pushed her legs apart and fitted my aching cock right into place and buried myself all the way to my balls as deep as I could go.

“Ohhhhh,” she shuddered the cry as she took me inside, her eyes rolling back for an instant.

“I love this moment with you. Right when we start to fuck.” I pounded her hard, the tight squeeze of her cunt pulsing around my cock sending me reeling in a haze of sudden pleasure so powerful I didn’t know how long I’d be able to last at this pace. I wanted to last forever. “Remember what I told you the first time I fucked you?” I grated against her ear. “It was true then, and it’s still true now.”

“Yesssss.” She trembled through my hard drilling, her arms above her head, hands clasping desperately for leverage against the headboard. “I know—it—it is true—”

She was nearly sobbing as we worked ourselves into a fever together, totally merged in body and spirit. Gabrielle stayed with me the entire way. We fit together so perfectly there was pain mixed with the delirious pleasure. And also, the fear of knowing our connection was something impossible to live without now that I’d found her.