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All of him was just… there.

Right in front of her.

And he didn’t seem the slightest bit self-conscious. Not that he had any reason to be.

Unable to resist, she looked at his sexual organ. To her, it appeared rather longer and thicker than expected, but she had to hope that she’d simply misjudged and it was of normal proportions and he knew how to wield it.

“You’re beautiful,” he said matter-of-factly. “I knew you would be.”

He crowded closer, sweeping her around until the backs of her legs hit the bed, then cupped her breasts and caressed the nipples softly, sending soft waves of sensation through her.

“I like your shoulders.” She ran her hands over the firm, rounded muscles, loving the way they tensed beneath her touch. “And your arms. They fit around me so well.”

She felt strangely safe in them, but wasn’t brave enough to say it yet.

He kissed her sweetly, then lifted her and moved her farther up the bed before he sprawled alongside her and smoothed his hand over her abdomen and down to the mound of her sex. One of his fingers slipped into her wet heat, and she gasped, instinctively wriggling, then stilling as his thumb circled around her sensitive nubbin.

“Your clitoris,” he murmured, teasing the area with rhythmic circles, stealing her ability to think.

Her head fell back, and her lips parted, but his rhythm never faltered. Eyes almost black, he stared down, his mouth open, his fingers continuing their mission to drive her wild. They slipped around so easily that she knew she must be getting wetter there.

With his other hand, he guided her mouth back to his, their lips clinging as he stroked her until a strange sort of pleasure was humming through her body, and her muscles drew tight like a bow about to snap.

“Trevor,” she gasped, clinging to his shoulders. “Please.”

She didn’t know what she was begging for, but she knew he could give it to her.

He tore his mouth from hers and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly over her skin. “I’m going to make love to you now.”

She stiffened slightly, but he kept up the inexorable rhythm, distracting her so much that she didn’t realize he was about to breach her until something blunt pushed against her entrance. Before she could tense, he brushed their tongues together and thrust inside.

A cry stuck in the back of her throat, and her lips thinned, a slight discomfort between her legs that throbbed against the invasion, but Trevor didn’t budge, and after a few seconds, the throb began to fade and the discomfort lessened.

“Everything all right?” he asked, voice strained.

“Getting better.”

He didn’t move, just held still and kissed her until she softened and turned pliant. Then, a whole new throbbing began at the point he’d been paying such close attention to earlier, and she squirmed, searching for something, but she didn’t know what.

Trevor began to move, sliding out of her and easing back in, bumping her clitoris, sending the most delicious feelings through her. It felt good, no longer uncomfortable, so she wrapped her arms around him and encouraged him to continue.

As he thrust into her, the tension within knotted tighter, and an image from the book flashed into her mind. This was what the figures had been doing. She’d wondered, at the time, how it could possibly feel good, but she’d had no idea what her own body was capable of.

How had she never learned about that little nubbin and its ability to create such exquisite sensations?

Trevor kissed a path down the side of her neck, and she tilted her head to give him better access, moaning as he nipped at her lightly. She smiled at the ceiling, loving how playful he was in a way she’d never have anticipated.

She didn’t know how to tease him in turn, but she was determined to try, so she wrapped her legs around his backside. He gasped against her damp skin, and she whimpered as he lodged deeper, until it felt like they were one being.

They moved together, panted breaths and soft murmurs forming a lovely sort of music as he kept up a torturous rhythm, winding her tighter and tighter, the pleasure crescendoing until it reached a peak and exploded within her. His name fell from her lips, and she clutched him tightly. He gave a hoarse shout and shuddered, his shaft pulsing as he emptied himself inside her.

Seraphina closed her eyes, basking in the lovely warmth of his body as the last little bits of pleasure sizzled through her.

“Oh my,” she breathed, a silly smile overtaking her face. “That wasn’t what I expected.”

Trevor rose up on one elbow and smoothed her hair off her forehead. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Immensely.”