EPILOGUE

Nine months later

(Mountbatten, September 30, 1836)

~Sera~

"Sorry, I can't help being rough with you today," he said, gripping my hips tighter.

"Me neither!" I bit into the skin near his collarbone and sucked on the side of his neck.

We were dying to be alone and as loud as we wanted for almost a week now. He pushed me up against the wall, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss and moving his hand