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Benedict fumbled with the fall of his breeches

“Hurry” She gathered her skirts up to her waist as they both tumbled onto the bed

She expected to feel his weight pressing her down into the hs and kissed her sex with the same fervent passion he had her mouth

Need outweighed her embarrassment

Need that soon turned to begging

“Oh, God! Benedict Don’t stop” She wanted to grasp his hair and rub against his wet mouth, but he was hidden beneath her skirt like a rake pleasuring his mistress in a secluded corner of a ballroom

With every caress of Benedict’s tongue, lust’s coil wound tighter So tight she came apart with a violent shudder and a keen cry, pleasure exploding inside with all the wonder of fireworks at Vauxhall

She clutched the coverlet “Benedict!” A hunificent heights of her release

Benedict appeared froined his sweat-soaked ed his breeches do on his hips, took hold of his manhood—thick and hard with the evidence of his arousal—pumped the solid shaft and then positioned himself at her entrance

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He looked at her through the sapphire-blue haze of his desire A vision she had seen once before when he had touched her intiht liaisons

“More sure than I’ve been about anything my entire life” She had drea close to him exceeded every expectation

“I’ll be as mindful as I can under the circumstances Tell me if it proves too uncomfortable to bear”

She sed deeply and nodded

The first nudge of hisin her core Pure pleasure, not pain When he pushed inside her another inch, her body stretched to accommodate him as if they were destined to be a perfect fit

“This part was always going to be difficult,” she said when he hesitated, when he closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath “My desire to be your wife in more than name will override any discomfort”