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His eyes flew open as his hand covered hers once again, stopping the movements.
“You learn quickly.”
With that, he hauled her against his chest, kissing her with such force it actually startled her for the briefest of moments. But then, all modesty set aside for the moment, Sabine allowed herself to revel in the intense pleasure her husband provided. As he moved them toward the bed, his hands were everywhere at once. But there was one place she wanted them most, so she grabbed his hand and moved it.
Guy simultaneously lifted her onto the bed and complied with her not-so-subtle ministrations.
“You’ve only but to ask,” he breathed into her ear, his fingers complying with her silent plea. “If you want my fingers inside you, tell me. If you want my cock inside instead, I’m happy to comply.”
Guy spread her legs apart with his free hand.
“If you wish for me to kiss you there”—he bit gently on her earlobe—“say it and my tongue will do so gladly.”
Sabine had two thoughts simultaneously. First, the building of pleasure inside her was about to explode as it had done before. And second . . . his tongue . . . there?
“Guy . . .” She knew not what she intended to say.
Suddenly, his hand was gone. Lifting himself above her, Guy positioned himself to enter her but did not move. Instead he watched her, waiting. For a signal? For her to say something?
“You’ll be a maiden no longer,” he said, the strain of holding back evident on his face. “But I will ensure a babe will not swell your belly.”
Her heart lurched at that. Surely she would go to hell for such an act, for preventing life from growing inside her. Selfishly, she wanted to be with her husband anyway. They could not have a future together, but they could have this.
Nodding, Sabine watched as he guided himself easily inside. It felt . . . neither good nor bad. Though she kept the sentiment to herself.
“It will hurt.”
She knew the truth of his words—her mother had warned her—but the stinging that came a moment later when he thrust inside tore a sound from deep within her throat.
Grasping his shoulders, she pushed him away, but Guy did not move.
“Hold still.”
Even as he said it, the intense pain began to abate.
“I’m unsure about this,” Sabine admitted.
“I am not.”
He moved then, so very slowly she could barely feel the movement. This time, there was no pain. He kissed her, making Sabine forget everything but his lips slanting over hers. She thought of the night they met, when he’d held her wrists above her, alluding to this very moment.
Never had she thought they would be in this position in such a short time. That she’d have willing given herself to the arrogant mercenary. And never had she imagined the feelings he would awaken inside her. When Guy moved more quickly, she grasped the back of his head for some stability.
As if any could be found. She was falling deeper and deeper, her lips tearing away to allow for the moan she’d never heard herself make before. The sound seemed to stir something in him, because Guy thrust even deeper that time, reaching his hand between them and nearly causing her to leap from the bed.
Except she wanted very much to be here. With him.
She grabbed his hair, pushed up her hips, and called out his name.
Sabine’s buttocks clenched together as the same tension from before unfurled in her body. Her shoulders shook with the effort, and just as she became aware of herself again, Guy pulled away with such a primeval grunt of pleasure that she nearly cried out at the loss.
Only when she was able to breathe again did she notice he’d propped himself above her. Looking down at the drying cloth next to them on the bed, she grappled to understand. When had he even moved that to the bed?
She looked up, waiting for an explanation.
“If I came inside you, you could grow heavy with child.”
Ah. Of course.
