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One of her hands merged in his sleek black hair, while the other fell to the temptation to touch his warm chest trough the shirt opening. He groaned, gathering her closer. She continued her exploration forcing the cloth to the side as it resisted her keen curiosity.
Suddenly, he picked her in his arms and took her to where the fireplace stood, with a roaring fire. He placed her carefully on the thick carpet. He went back to kissing her like a starved desert wanderer, incessantly.
He muttered, hard breath. “I rode like a lunatic!” He came up for air, then nibbled her neck. “No strength to stay away.” His rich velvet voice murmured in her ear.
She held him as he came over her, her mouth mimicking his; going to his throat, nibbling, licking, further and further. He sat and took off his shirt, giving her free access. She didn’t shy away. Her hands explored all she could, as he seemed to delight in it.
He looked at her, fire in his clove eyes, reflecting the one on the fireplace. “You’re a fervid witch!” He went back to kissing her, deep, hungry, carnal. His deft fingers unclothing her piece by piece.
At last, she revealed herself entirely to him. “Beautiful.” He murmured in a husky voice. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!” His stare feasted on her.
His mouth descended greedy on her generous breast, adding more fire to her already burning body. She moaned, arching for him to take more. She wanted that again, that explosive feeling he’d gifted her with in the drawing room. Her pelvis sought him, sought pleasure in abandoned carelessness.
“Witch, you’ll finish me off!” He groaned as he himself interred more, as far as his breeches allowed.
Her impatient fingers went to his front. He stopped her. “Soon.” His mouth descending her body. “Soon.”
She waited eagerly for his mouth to go there again. When it finally arrived, she opened herself, arched more, pulled his head.
The fiery way she yanked him almost made him go out of control. If he were to follow his instinct, he’d be inside her, ravishing her blind. His rock-hard member could wait no longer. He forced it to, keeping it firmly in his breeches despite the discomfort.
He opened her moist folds with his fingers, finding her hot and ready. His avid mouth took everything with torturing insistence. Her moans giving the hint at where she stood. She contorted in response to pleasure and he knew it was time.
Taking out the rest of his clothes, he embraced her on the carpet, directed his tip to her entrance and pushed hard and deep. Thirsty.
And froze as he sensed her pain at the same time he sensed the hymen break.
Putting his hands at the sides of her head he levered himself. “Selene!”
Her face had an expression of discomfort and innocence.
“You’re a virgin!”
“Yes.” She said simply.
This could not be. It made no sense! How? He moved to withdraw.
“You devil!” She laced him with her legs. “You’ll not leave me in this state!”
And she pulled him in again, the pleasure so hellishly overwhelming, he grunted. He buried his head in the curve of her neck, embracing her anew. He shouldn’t be doing this. Not this way. He was beyond stopping, though, having found her so tight, moistened and voracious. He withdrew and thrust again. Now she moaned with pleasure. Hard, teary, almost there, for nothing in this world would he let go!
He distracted himself by suckling on her breast and she went wild. He thrust further suffering from painful control and agonising delight. For her, he oughtn’t to stop moving. Albeit he must or he wouldn’t make it. His breath hard, his sweat trickled down his back. She contorted under him, driving him insane.
Then she exploded in a wild sob, gripping his maddened member with her body. He let himself go deep, deeper, completely out of control. In no time, it made him spill profusely, in the most savage orgasm he’d experienced in his life. He thrust and thrust until he became empty. He fell on her, ragged breath, spent, in peace.
After a couple of minutes, he rolled to the carpet, bringing her with him. Like this, they stayed for a long time, just feeling each other’s warmth and heartbeat. The ardent way she’d given herself to him would forever be in his memory. That she had chosen him above all men; that she surrendered to him so abandoned; that he had this chance to make her so inexorably his constituted the most remarkable event of his life.
“Explain to me,” he finally broke the silence. “How is it possible to be a virgin during one year of marriage?” He’d pulled a blanket from the armchair and now she lay snuggly against his broad chest.
She looked up at him. “Not once did John come to my chamber.” She shrugged. “I don’t know why.”
“That’s so out of sorts.” He mused. “There could even have been an annulment.”
“The public shame would have followed me forever.” She sighed and turned to stare at the fire. He’d give anything to hear her thoughts.
“It must have felt lonely.”
“Not really.” She shifted her body to get more comfortable. “I was terrified in my wedding night. I didn’t know what to expect. Nothing happened. The same for the following nights. It became clear that it would remain thus, so I went about my life.”
