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His wife’s body shook in reaction, her hand clenching on his areable kind of a husband” Turning, she rose on tiptoe to kiss hilorious kind of ue, she jerked when he ran his hand down to the delicate curls between her soft thighs, but refused to part her legs Having played this inti his finger over the hard little nub that he wanted to suck She’d shoved away his head the last time, unable to stand the pleasurebut she wouldn’t be able to do that if her hands were tied

“Spread your legs,” he ordered when she broke the kiss to breathe

Shaking her head, she squeezed her thighs even tighter, a red flush high on her cheekbones

His own pulse was thunder in his veins Dropping his head, he sucked one of her niles into hishard and deep She cried out, thrust her hands into his hair, spreading her legs instinctively toher nipple

Her answer held a wickedness no one else ever saw “Will you make me suffer?”

“Oh, yes”

She was hot and wet to his touch—it would feel like heaven when he sank into her But it would also hurt her He’d had his fingers inside her as they lay alone and aroused on a sun-golden field one festival day and later in a dark corner of her father’s barn, kne very tight she was

His ck throbbed at the idea of the pleasure that awaited, but he would not have it entangled with her pain “Lie down on the bed” Picking her up before she could respond, he placed her on their si off his own clothes—settled his over his shoulders

Her fingers clenched in the sheets, but she didn’t stop him when he parted her soft folds to kiss her with a slow, intent ferocity he hadn’t dared unleash on her before they were man and wife She screamed, squirmed, sobbed, but it was pleasure that colored her responses, pleasure that had her tugging at his hair with frantic hands

Instead of stopping, he found that little nub of flesh he’d discovered the first time he slid his hand under her skirts, and he sucked Her hands tore at his hair, but he continued the torer he’d inserted inside of her was drenched in the liquid heat of her need “Now,” he th, “I will , he closed his hand over the curve of her hip

Driving into her was thepleasure he had ever felt When she whi, his control shredded, and for an instant, he panicked that he would take her when she did not want to be taken It froze the blood in his veins Locking every one of his ers on his chest, her hand on his shoulder, tugging him down to meet her mouth “Don’t stop, D into her until he was buried to the hilt, her nails digging into his aran to move inside the hot, wet sheath that held hihtness She didn’t find her pleasure again before his own release thundered over hi bolt that had hi inside her, but he couldn’t curse himself for that Not when his blood was seared with the liquid burn of pleasure Not when he roused to find a wo his face with loving hands