Beth gasped, more for effect than anything else. She might not have the gifts she pertained to have but she had known this would happen. She wrapped her arms around Lord Hurst, pulling him closer and kissing him back with just as much passion as he kissed her.
His poor Lady wife must not be much of a women, Beth decided, seeing as how her husband was so eager to bed a young woman he just met. Maybe she should aim higher than Sergius's wife and Lord Hurst's mistresses? Perhaps she should aim to be Lady Hurst herself, Duchess of Devon.
She broke the kiss, panting softly and looked down humbly. "Spiritually, my Lord. My will is to serve you however you command, for your wellbeing."