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‘No. I do like it when you kiss me there.’

In response to her honesty, he deepened his kiss, sucking lightly before he turned to the other breast to do the same.

With his hands, he unfastened her stockings and began to slide them gently down her thighs.

‘I like these on you.’

He kissed her legs as he rolled down the stockings, and Charlotte inhaled a shuddering breath. Her hands dug into his shoulders, and he hadn’t imagined how sensitive she would be.

Then he kissed her inner thigh, and she shivered, nearly scrambling away from him.

‘Is something wrong? Did you not like that?’ he murmured against her skin.

‘I—I don’t know. I thought for a moment you were going to—’ Her breathing was shaky, but she didn’t finish her sentence.

‘You thought I was going to what?’

She closed her eyes. ‘Never mind. I think it was only my imagination. For a moment, I thought you…meant to kiss me somewhere else.’

‘Indeed.’ He smiled wickedly, spread her legs apart, and his tongue slid up her centre.

‘Dear God,’ Charlotte blurted out. As he tasted her intimately, she gripped the coverlet. ‘Alaric, this is too much. I can’t— I—I’m not sure what’s happening to me.’

But he knew.

And this time, he decided to atone for their wedding night and show his wife exactly what conjugal relations between them could be.

Charlotte couldn’t breathe. Her body was trembling, hot and shivering at the same time. And when her husband removed the rest of his clothing, she couldn’t stop herself from staring at him. She had only seen him naked once before, and she still marvelled at the sight of his muscular body. Seeing his arousal only reminded her of what it was like to have him inside her.

Although she had enjoyed it, she somehow thought it would be even better tonight. And from the way he’d touched her just now, her body already craved so much more. But she was trying desperately not to seem too eager.

Alaric sat on the edge of the bed and brought her up to straddle him. It put her in a position of power, and all he did was guide himself to her swollen, slick entrance.

She knew what he wanted and this time, he slid in easily when she lowered herself on him. The sensation wasn’t quite as foreign, and yet she still didn’t quite know what to do.

‘How do you feel?’ he asked. His voice sounded strained, but she held his shoulders and faced him.

‘It doesn’t hurt this time,’ she admitted.

His hands moved to her hips, and she rested with him inside her, letting her body stretch and adjust.

‘Tell me what you want, Charlotte.’ His voice was rough, almost ragged.

She didn’t truly know. Last time, he had done everything, and she wasn’t certain what was expected of her.

But his mouth was close to hers—and yes, that was what she wanted. ‘Kiss me,’ she whispered.

But just as before, Alaric didn’t kiss her mouth. Instead, he kissed her jaw and then her throat, moving his mouth lower until he lifted her breast and took her nipple with his tongue once again. Warmth and desire echoed between her legs, and she answered by squeezing his length inside her.

He let out a hiss in response.

‘Did I hurt you?’ She started to move off him, but he captured her hips.

‘No. You didn’t hurt me.’ His voice resonated against her skin, and he continued exploring her breasts, stroking the other nipple with his fingers. Between her legs, she grew more restless, aching for him, and she lowered herself again, taking him inside.

‘Yes,’ he breathed, clasping her hips. ‘Just like that.’

She began experimenting, lifting up before she sank down again. Slow and deep.