Earl Eddrick Enclave is angry.

No scratch that. He’s furious. How in the bloody hell did that twat- Damnit he can’t even think about it without feeling the fire or revenge lick his heels.

“Lord Enclave? Are you all right my lordship?”

“Fine.” He snaps. The look over his valet’s face breaks his heart. He hadn’t meant to snap at the man. His valet is only showing concern towards his behalf. “I’m sorry, Eatton, I should not have chided you so. Please do forgive me?”

Eatton rushes forward to loosen his cravat, “Of course, my lordship, you are under much stress. I understand no need for apologies.” Eatton’s big brown eyes look up at him. Full lips beg him for a kiss. Framing Eatton’s face in his hands he takes pleasure in the smaller man’s gasp of surprise. “Lord Enclave?”

Eatton’s shaky voice sends a pulse of want through his being. “Yes?”

“What are you doing?” A slight tremor to Eatton’s voice ignites his passion.

Smirking he leans forward a fraction. “Taking what I want.” Closing the gap between them his lips meet Eatton’s in a soft gently kiss.

Eatton’s soft moan turns his simmering passion into a roaring fire. “Earl Eddrick Enclave you cannot take what is freely given.”

Eatton’s firm declaration adds fuel to his fire. “Once I take you in my bed there will be no other.”

“What of a wife?” Big brown eyes call to him.

“I have never lain with a woman nor do I intend such action.”

“Then might I suggest, my lordship, to take me to your bed.”

“Then you shall refer to me as, Eddrick.” Taking Eatton’s mouth Earl Eddrick Enclace chokes the smaller man with his moan of desire.