Lord Satan
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When they were alone, Lord Neil took her hands again. “Your parents have not put any pressure on you to accept or refuse?”
“No—oh no! They would not do that. But I must talk to you.” She took a deep breath. “Why did you offer for me?”
He gave a chuckle and said, “I am not sure myself. I think it is because I have decided I cannot live without you.”
She stared at him, trying to read the truth in his eyes. “Does that mean you love me a little?”
He laughed, and his voice sounded shaky. “Oh, Elizabeth, it means I love you a great deal.”
Her head felt suddenly light, and she doubted she could stand. She leaned into him, feeling for the first time the sensation of nestling in his arms. “I didn’t know,” she said. “You never said anything.”
“I felt that I could not in honor say anything to you before. Because of your youth, and the shadow over my reputation, I had no right to speak to you. I told myself you would forget me if I left, but now I realize I could not bear it if you do not care any more.”
“Well, that was silly. I could never forget you. I fell in love with you while I still was not sure whether you wanted to kill your nephew. That should prove the depth of my love.”
He laughed again and enfolded her more tightly, gazing into her eyes as though he read volumes of love poetry there.
She shivered, tingling from his touch, and pressed against him. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
His smile faded. “Yes, I believe I am.” He touched his lips gently to hers. She threw her arms around him and clung as he deepened the kiss.
She could never have imagined this, melting sweetness and raging fire together. Her heart hammered wildly and her skin felt flushed.
He broke the kiss and looked again at her. “You won’t run away again, will you?” he teased. “Last summer I always seemed to find you running away from some heartbroken male.”
“Oh, unfair. I didn’t love those men. This is where I belong, and I will never run away from you.”
For a few minutes there was no further conversation as he demonstrated to her how thoroughly he intended to make her his.
They sat again on the settee, knowing their privacy would soon come to an end. Libbetty gazed at him and said, “You know, when I think about it, perhaps the fact that I fell in love with you should have shown me you could not have been a murderer.” Then she considered some more. “I wonder if I could still love you if you were a murderer,” and gave him a speculative look.
Neil laughed and took her in his arms. “I love you enough to do almost anything for you, but I absolutely refuse to kill someone so you can find out whether you would still love me.”
“Then, could you please kiss me again?”
THE END
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Lord Satan
Copyright 2014 Judith Laik
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
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Antandre Tyrell has followed her father to his every battlefield her whole life, and now she faces a grim future, until Captain Lord Cauldreigh, the man she loves, offers her marriage. But when she learns that Lord Cauldreigh was tricked, she flees from the sham her life has become and takes refuge in England.
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Judith Laik grew up in Tacoma, Washington. Back in those days, she couldn’t wait to shake the pulp mill stench and small-town atmosphere and head for the big city of Seattle. Fortunately or unfortunately, she was too young to remember World War II, but she is a dedicated fan of music from that era. Visit Judith at her website, Facebook, or Twitter.
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