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Chapter 60: A Rather Petty Victory

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Chapter 60: A Rather Petty Victory

Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)...

Once more the sound of the thick wooden headboard beating against the nearby wall echoed throughout the tavern room as a sweat-slick Alain found himself towering above a moaning Cordelia as he had every night since the first time he'd invited her up to his room and drunkenly wooed her into his bed. Their various articles of clothing littered the floor as their bodies clashed beneath crisp white sheets in the wake of their strenuous act. Hazel eyes locked onto the emerald green as Alain found himself unable to look away from the lovely young face of the redhead peasant who had managed to fool the lot of the high society big wigs with her newly learned grace and fully fleshed out the beauty in the wake of his rather masterful tutelage when it came to the wedding of his elder brother and former lover.

Cordelia's soft moans filled the mostly brooding noble's ears
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