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"I am a former spy, Nia." Radford said it so easily, so matter of fact. "Once, I realized that you used your mother's name and not your father's," he paused, as though all his masculine countenance were honed in on her. "I indulged. Forgive me, but I had to know everything about you."

What Radford was saying barely made sense to Nia's overheated and emotional thoughts. He knew everything about her? It was unusual for a person to know that. "S-Should you tell me that you are a spy?" she asked, in a whisper.

"No." He leaned closer. "I am a former spy, and now that you know, I will have to keep you forever. It is a rule."

She nearly laughed. Her lips twitched. It was ludicrous. She was too upset to laugh. Events were too dramatic and heartbreaking. What was he saying to her? "I-I never meant you any harm," she tried.

"I know, cherie."

"I thought it would be a lark. Fun. I never would have done it, if I thought..."

"We would fall hopelessly in love?"

"Oh," she moaned with an abrupt reaction and tears springing to her eyes. "I never expected that." She bowed her head again, with her lips trembling. Did he really love her? Her body was shaking.

"It is sudden, Nia, but undeniable, my love." Then, Radford's arms were around her as he pulled her up into his embrace.

"This cannot be happening!" she sobbed once, then she clung tightly to him.

R
adford knew how to cast aside Nia's heart-felt hesitations. It was time. Now that he knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and that her only reservations were the questions she had in her mind about her character. Questions about him wanting someone as lovely, vivacious, and sexual as she was, because that is how he saw her, and all that mattered to him. He did understand that today's society was not forward thinking at all. They could and would question a woman's character, slaying them with ridicule if they found it not within their staid morals. Morals that simply cloaked their own sordid lives. For a woman it could be doubly harrowing. Although, he realized that Nia did not think of herself, but of him.

Yet, he was certain that she could not fathom the power a man of his title held. He rarely used it, however that did not mean that he would not use it. He would use it gladly, without a second thought. Nonetheless those concerns were for another time. Now, he intended to make it impossible for Nia to say no to him, or ever think of leaving him again. Some people might consider it a bit underhanded to use sex, however that had been, and was, the beginning foundation to their relationship. And he thanked God that it was, because it was exactly the thing that he had been looking for his entire life. A brilliant plan . . . seducing one's future wife. And, he must admit that his smile was deliciously wicked. His Lady Fire had, had the upper hand in all of their encounters so far, but now he intended to be the master.

He started slowly, so as not to alarm Nia, but still to seduce her without her completely realizing. He knew, oh so well, that her hot-blooded and sexual nature would succumb before she could think to raise any objections. Her response to him was one of his joys, and his response to her had become his deepest desire.

She smelled of cinnamon, vanilla, and warm flesh. So unique and completely alluring. The gown that she wore was so sheer it hid nothing of her supple curves. Just from their embrace alone, he could feel her nipples puckered tightly into his bare chest. He smiled at the response that she could not hide, although he understood that she was unconscious of it at the moment. His fingers stroked the luxurious weight of her slightly wavy long red hair. She was tall, yet delicate of frame, with the soft ivory skin of a true redhead. Her eyes were light green with sparkling gold flecks, her nose a cupid button with her lips full-bodied and sensual. He wondered that the prize of her had never been captured before, never been captured into marriage. The nobles in Dublin were fools, he thought, yet he was overwhelmingly grateful.

His fingers stroked Nia's nape gently and her body moved unconsciously against him. The flowing and slight undulations only the feminine form can make. The softness of her body enticing and purring against the unbending sinew of his body. Light and airy, softly oscillating movements that denoted the closeness in which they held each other. Yet more closely the movements followed the stroking of her nape. That tenderly aroused place that beckoned the male in him and heated the female in her.

They were both kneeling and he wanted her mindless before he took her to the pillows. He had all night. A lifetime of nights and for once in her company he had the control and he intended to keep it. It would be a valiant effort, he was certain, because just holding her the way he was and lightly stroking her was of heated interest to his cock. However, he willed it not to harden just yet, pressed as it was to Nia's lower belly. He needed more time and she would become completely aware then, if she felt it.

It was a delicate balance that he wove and he needed to keep Nia talking for just a bit longer. "I thought that you might be a spy, Nia, come to waylay me, or entice secrets from me," he murmured.

Nia instantly tilted her face upward to him. Radford smiled inwardly. It was the perfect position and his other hand took advantage as he cupped her cheek. One of his fingers tracing her jaw and the other following the petite curve of her ear, while his hand at her nape stroked deeply. She tilted into his hands caresses with pure feminine instinct.

"No, Radford, I was never a spy." Her pearly white teeth caught her bottom lip, then released it, as her gaze, which was half troubled and half subtly aroused, looked up at him. "I could see, knowing who you are now, a former spy, how you might. It is incredible," she breathed.

"For me to be a spy?" he asked leaning closer, bringing his mouth nearer to her lips.

"Yes," she whispered. "A spy and a duke."

When Nia said the word "duke," Radford saw awareness dawn in her eyes. She had been languid and unassuming for a few moments, however that word began to stir her back to her intentions. He was out of time. His lips agreed as he opened them over the fullness of her lips and he lifted with his hand on her cheek to bring her mouth up to his.

"Mmmm..."

Radford noted immediately that Nia was not completely compliant and she was beginning to think about pressuring him away. "I need you," he said deeply against her mouth. "Need me, Nia, please God, need me."

Nia's return moan was a leap of passion, and without allowing her to vocally answer, Radford swept his tongue into her mouth. His other hand dropped to her buttocks, cupping both by the width of his hand as he lifted her body tightly up against his body. He smiled a moment later, when Nia's arms wound around his neck and her mouth began suckling his tongue.

He let his cock go then. He fooled himself that he could have held back the throbbing rise to thickness. It ached deep along the shaft as the head swelled and flushed outward. He had aligned their bodies with an intention in mind. It was a perfect place for his cock to grow stiff in length, and while it was engorging, it furrowed into the tender lips of Nia's pussy, which were only barely covered by a wisp of silk. He knew that the material of his pants over his expanded erection would make more rubbing friction into the delicate cove of Nia's heated cunt. He then added a rocking motion, lifting and lowering her body gently by his hand cupping and kneading the ripe globes of her ass.

Judas.
His body shuddered as Nia wound her body against his passionately. It would take all of his control to seduce her as thoroughly as he intended and not become swept away in their normal urgency. However, this was just too important and he was going to have to force himself into more control around her. He nearly laughed and groaned at the same time at the need to have to do that. He was a lucky, lucky man.

Nia's tongue was torrid and fiery in his mouth as he moved his body to stand, carrying her with him. He literally carried her clamped to the length of his body with her feet off the floor. Then he carried them three steps and he was at the pillows. He continued to slant his lips deeply over Nia's mouth and she flowed into him with honeyed whimpers of longing and surrender. The sound of it stirring his blood hotly as he continued to hungrily plunder and pluck her mouth.

He maneuvered his back to the pillows, while he lifted one hand from Nia's buttocks to pull the laces of her gown free in the front, never giving her lips a moment's mercy. Soon the silk slipped free over her ivory shoulders to become caught on her high full breasts as he pulled her down with him as his back lay across the pillows. Their lips separated as he held carefully to her slender waist and through his heavy-lidded gaze he watched Nia's gown slip irrevocably downward with their motions. The firm white globes of her breasts where ravishing, and her puckered and rosy nipple tips jiggled lightly, ending within inches of his mouth. He instantly lapped his tongue outward to wet one taut point.

"Oh hh,
Radford."

His woman was so responsive, he growled with an ardent answer, then with his mouth filled with Nia's tenderly erect nipple. Her throaty "pleases" drew out into fervent whimpers, as he settled her hips over his stomach and spread her legs on either side of his body. Both of his hands found her ankles, to slide upward toward her bended knees, then her softly laid thighs. He carried the gown with him as he went, removing his mouth from her nipple to do so, until the gown was up over her head and tossed aside. Immediately his mouth returned to her breast as he nipped the tip, to her squeal of pleasure, while his hands settled firmly onto her bare hips. He made carnal love to her breasts then, thoroughly and completely as her nude body undulated in excitement over him. She was fire in his hands, moving over him and with him so passionately. Then when he was certain that she was thoroughly mindless with arousal, he lifted her by the strength of his arms, popping a nipple bud out of his mouth as he urged her hips higher upward onto his chest. His gaze centered now on her bare and dappled pussy.
Christ,
it was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen, with the crease so delicate, pink, and wet. And it was so gloriously bare.

Radford's tongue darted outward toward the crease as he lifted Nia's pussy over his face, and then his tongue licked fire.

"Oh hh hh,
love," Nia cried out as her fingers found purchase upon a back rest luckily right there for her to lean on. She had never had a man's tongue on her sex before and the surprise and rapture of it broke hot on her breath.
"Oh hh hh!"
She squirmed wildly, grinding her pussy downward into the heat of Radford's mouth and tongue as she pulled her thighs open wider in excitement. The action split her pussy lips open more to Radford's licking and he groaned beneath her. The vibration nuzzled through her sex like a hot flash. "Radford!" she squealed.

Radford claimed her completely with his mouth, licking her clitty, over and over, twisting her arousal hot and wet. She loved him. She loved him so much. Her hands clutched his head as he loved her as intimately as a man could, and she knew then that he loved her as much as she did him. She knelt over his face as his tongue entered her core with circling thrusts. The mating action of his tongue called her hips to sway as she panted breathlessly to each torrid pump inside her.

Radford wanted to roar to the heavens and stay with his mouth seated in molten and scintillating squirms for the rest of his days. That he could be the master of creating such tempest passion in Nia made him growl with pleasure deep in his chest. He raised his hands high to swaddled Nia's heaving breasts, which he began to pet, then knead deeply. He used her breasts, filling his frisking palms, to guide her body draped over his wet and nuzzling mouth.

"Oh hh! Oh hh!"

Nia's thighs quivered and heaved against his face as he feverishly increased his assault to her spiraling and delirious moans. He had her moaning a wild and sumptuous ballad that struck the same chord of groping passion through his tendons and muscles, deep into his blood, until it danced along his hot receptive flesh and strained proudly against the buttons of his pants.

Quickly, he sought the buttons with one groping hand to release his rigid pound of flesh as he pushed his body upward off the pillows, sliding his body up Nia's luxuriant and curving body that was ripened and damp with aroused exuberance. His head, his shoulders, his chest, and his belly moved upwards, until he caught Nia's mouth on a scream of pleasure as he seated her, with a deep and driving thrust of his cock entering her.

"Oh hh hh hh!"
she cried.

A hoarse groan of blinding bliss expelled from deep in his chest as he lifted his knees behind Nia to sit and lock his hand onto her hips. Her head fell back and the swirling red stream of her hair fell over the tops of his boots as she arched her bare back over his knees. Then, he lifted his hips upward off the pillows, holding her hips firmly. The impelling thrust of his cock tried to raise Nia's body, but he denied it, holding her downward to his rapid and repeating rhythm.

She screamed his name, digging her fingers into the sinew across his chest, and through his eyes halfway clenched, he watched emotions that were his own dance across her body and echo his feelings across her face. She was completely abandoned in her love, as he lost himself in her journey.

Radford was
everywhere . . .
around her, inside her, through her. He commanded her every sensation completely as she twisted free of the plain and simple physical boundaries beneath his pounding and giving rhythm. Nia caught her legs high up on Radford's waist, begging him shrilly for the impossibility of going faster, deeper. She panted and whimpered as he gave her everything his strong body could command. He was magnificent and she cried her love and appreciation as she tumbled over the peak and shattered into a thousand riveting convulsions all wrapped into one agonizing jolt of pleasure.

And still, Radford thrust upward into Nia's rippling and searing pussy. He braced his spine against a pillow and backrest behind it as his head fell back and his breathing charged from his chest. His buttocks were slapping back and forth across the pillows with a sound like pain erupting from his throat as he clenched his body, tightened, strained forward and held. He shook his head like a wild lion as he growled through the eruption, pumping his hot seed deep inside the truest creation of his pleasure-soaked death.