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Confusion flickers through the pleasure clouding her eyes. “Why?”

I lower my mouth to hers, letting my lips brush hers as I answer.

“Because the first time I touch your pussy, you’ll be my wife.”

Her body arches into mine, making it even harder to hold back.

“But I need…”

“I know what you need.” I press my hips firmly against hers, drawing a moan from her. “And I’m going to give it to you without crossing that line.”

I hold her gaze as I settle into the rhythm that has her trembling beneath me.

“That’s it. Don’t fight it. Let go and come for me. Now, little rebel.”

She keeps writhing, her movements growing erratic as she chases the release gathering inside her. Her body arches desperately to meet mine, seeking more friction.

I match each frantic movement until our bodies find the same rhythm. Pressing hard into her once more, her entire body draws taut. Her eyes widen as the first wave takes her, holding mine with a vulnerability that I will never forget.

She shudders, my name breaking from her lips. I cover her mouth with mine and swallow each sound, kissing her through the tremors while my hand grips her wrists firmly.

Even as pleasure rolls through her, she continues moving, every instinctive jerk of her body intensifying the pressure on my aching length and pushing me closer to the edge with her.

Finally, she goes soft and breathless. The sight of her lying there with her lips parted and her eyes still dazed nearly destroys me.

My body is painfully hard, the urge to keep going almost unbearable. For several seconds, I remain frozen above her, afraid that the slightest movement will become a decision I can’t undo.

I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to strip away the last barriers between us and make her mine in every way.

But not like this. Not before she agrees to be my wife.

Somehow, I force my fingers to loosen around her wrists. I bring each hand down carefully, pressing a kiss to the inside before gathering her against me and rolling us onto our sides. She follows without resistance, settling along the length of my body with her head tucked into the crook of my arm.

Putting distance between us would be wiser, but after everything she has just trusted me with, I can’t bring myself to withdraw from her.

The new position offers no relief for my burning ache. Her thigh rests across mine, her breasts press softly against my chest, and each small adjustment rubs her over my still throbbing cock.

I close my eyes and draw a slow breath through my nose, summoning the willpower I have cultivated over a lifetime of never allowing desire to rule me.

Mia stays silent. So do I.

There’s nothing I could say that wouldn’t reveal how close I came to losing myself in her.

Her hand comes to rest on my chest, and her breathing gradually begins to slow. At first, I assume she’s merely recovering. Then her body grows heavier, and her fingers relax over my heart.

I stare down at her.

Go figure. After driving me to the edge of sanity and leaving every nerve in my body screaming for release, Mia has drifted back to sleep.

A sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan catches in my throat.

I watch the fire. How I found the discipline to stop, I will never know.

And the temptation hasn’t lessened.

If anything, knowing exactly how she looks when she comes apart for me has made waiting for our wedding night infinitely harder.

Chapter Fifty-Five