She gasped at the contact. His mout

She gasped at the contact. His mouth on her skin seared like a brand. “Must you do that?”
He looked at her, surprised. “What?”
“Kiss me. Is it...necessary?”
His head crooked, along with his smile. “Necessary? No. But it’s my preference.”
She didn’t like it. Not one bit. It singed, and not just where his lips met her skin, but other places too. “Well, it’s not my preference. Could you proceed without it?”
His laughter was rich, a deep rumbling sound like faraway thunder. “I could,” he said. “But the kissing...helps.”
Why? It seemed most distracting to her. Everything about him was bewildering. He was her enemy sworn. A cruel, detestable, violent Campbell. And yet, tonight, this man in her bed seemed none of these things. None of those things that she needed him to be to stoke the fire of her anger. Instead, he was gentle and inquisitive and patient. And naked, stoking another kind of fire entirely. Her mind, which all day had been assailed with unpleasant thoughts, was now roaming to places it had never conjured previously. And she was awash with the shame of it.
“Fiona, do you understand what must occur between us?” He twisted the second tie of her nightdress loose.
Fire lit her cheeks like cinders. “Of course. My nurse explained it.”
He laughed again. “Your nurse? You mean that old sack of bones who hovers around you like a fly? What did she tell you?”
“If you don’t know, than I shan’t enlighten you.” She pulled the covers up higher and tried unsuccessfully to push his hand away.
Instead, he tugged the covers farther down and nudged her jaw with his thumb, turning her face toward him. “Did she frighten you?”
“Not as much as you do.” Her answer was out before she could pull it back, yet how she wished she could. Hugh Sinclair must be turning in his grave at her admission. Myles might think only a fool fought a battle already lost, but her father would say only a coward gave up before he was dead. So what was she to do, really? Was it more courageous to fight him until death? Or live, and perhaps win the war another day?
She thought of Margaret and knew her answer.
Fiona’s heart felt like ice in her chest, brittle and cold as she stared back at her husband. Something about his gaze seemed almost familiar, but of course it would, for he had been staring at her all day, pulling her toward him with an invisible string.
“You can trust in me, Fiona.”
This was it, then. No more talk of hawks and ponies and unnecessary kisses. She heaved a sigh from deep within. “I don’t know what to do,” she said, more to herself and God than to her husband.
Myles rolled closer. "Let's take off that shift, and I willl teach you.

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Dia terkesiap pada kontak. Mulutnya di kulitnya menyengat seperti merek. "Harus Anda melakukan itu?"Dia memandang, terkejut. "Apa?""Kiss me. Apakah it...necessary?"Kepalanya bengkok, bersama dengan senyum. "Diperlukan? Tidak. Tetapi preferensi saya."Dia tidak seperti itu. Tidak sedikit pun. Itu hangus, dan bukan hanya mana bibirnya bertemu kulitnya, tetapi tempat-tempat lain juga. "Yah, hal ini tidak preferensi saya. Bisa Anda melanjutkan tanpa itu?"Tawa adalah kaya, mendalam gemuruh suara seperti thunder jauh. "Saya bisa," katanya. "Tetapi ciuman... membantu."Mengapa? Tampaknya paling mengganggu kepadanya. Segala sesuatu tentang dia adalah membingungkan. Dia adalah musuh Nya disumpah. Campbell kejam, menjijikkan, kekerasan. Dan belum, malam ini, orang ini di tempat tidurnya tampak tak satu pun dari hal-hal ini. Tak satu pun dari hal-hal bahwa dia butuh dia untuk stoke api kemarahan. Sebaliknya, dia adalah lembut dan ingin tahu dan pasien. Dan telanjang, menyalakan api dalam jenis lain sama sekali. Pikirannya, sepanjang hari yang telah diserang dengan menyenangkan, sekarang berkeliaran ke tempat-tempat itu tidak pernah telah menyihir sebelumnya. Dan dia dipenuhi dengan rasa malu itu."Fiona, Apakah Anda mengerti apa yang harus terjadi antara kami?" Dia memutar dasi kedua dari baju tidur nya longgar.Api dinyalakan pipinya seperti cinders. "Tentu saja. Perawat saya menjelaskan itu."Dia tertawa lagi. "Perawat? Maksudmu kantong tua tulang yang melayang-layang di sekitar Anda seperti lalat? Apa Apakah ia memberitahu Anda?""Jika Anda tidak tahu, daripada aku tidak mencerahkan Anda." Dia menarik selimut lebih tinggi dan gagal mencoba untuk mendorong pergi tangan-Nya.Sebaliknya, ia menarik selimut lebih jauh ke bawah dan mendorong rahang nya dengan ibu jari, mengubah wajahnya ke arahnya. "Apakah dia menakut-nakuti Anda?""Tidak sebanyak yang Anda lakukan." Jawabannya adalah keluar sebelum dia bisa menarik itu kembali, namun bagaimana ia berharap dia bisa. Hugh Sinclair harus berputar di kuburnya di penerimaan nya. Myles mungkin berpikir hanya bodoh berjuang pertempuran sudah hilang, tetapi ayahnya akan mengatakan hanya seorang pengecut menyerah sebelum ia mati. Jadi apa Apakah dia untuk melakukan, benar-benar? Itu lebih berani untuk melawan dia sampai mati? Atau hidup, dan mungkin memenangkan perang hari lain?Dia pikir Margaret dan tahu jawabannya.Fiona di jantung merasa seperti es di dadanya, rapuh dan dingin seperti dia menatap kembali pada suaminya. Sesuatu tentang tatapan tampak hampir akrab, tapi tentu saja itu akan, karena ia telah telah menatapnya sepanjang hari, menarik dia kepadanya dengan string yang tak terlihat."Anda dapat mempercayai dalam diriku, Fiona."Ini adalah itu, kemudian. Ada lagi pembicaraan mengenai elang dan kuda dan tidak perlu ciuman. Dia menghela napas dari dalam. "Saya tidak tahu apa yang harus dilakukan," katanya, lebih untuk dirinya dan Tuhan daripada suaminya.Myles digulung lebih dekat. "Mari kita perubahan itu, dan saya willl mengajarkan Anda.