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With a primal growl, he continued lapping at her quim until she stopped thrashing beneath him and lay limp on the floor, completely spent. Tyrone slowly withdrew his fingers and plopped onto his back beside her.

His cock was hard and swollen beneath his breeches, almost bursting from need. He covered it with his hand and squeezed. It took all of his willpower not to crawl on top of her and enter her in one quick thrust. It would have been so easy. She was so ready for him. Her arousal still dripped from his chin and covered his mouth.

He licked his lips and gathered her against his chest, burrowing his nose into her hair. “How do you feel?”

She let out a deep breath and answered with a weak smile. “Wonderful. Blissful." She paused. "Is this how a wife feels?”

He chuckled hoarsely. “My wife.”

His body tensed against the pain in his cock, even as a feeling of peace washed over him.

He had never felt this sense of peace before. Not in the arms of any other woman. Especially not without having experienced his own orgasm.

His wife was full of surprises.

She looked up at him, and her eyes glinted with an unfathomable feeling. “I feel safe.”

He swallowed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He would never admit it to the tiny woman in his arms. But at that moment, with her in his arms, he felt safe, too. For the first time in a long time.

Emily lay in her husband’s arms, filled with a sense of wonder. She had never thought she could ever feel this way. As if all the problems had disappeared and the entire world had fallen silent. As if there was nothing else in this world but her and him.

What he’d done to her just a moment ago was beyond shameful. She was not a virgin, far from it. She had experienced passion in another man’s arms before as evidenced by the secret she harbored in her heart and in her belly. But what her husband made her feel over and over again with a flick of his tongue was something Emily had never imagined was possible.

And afterward, all the tension was drained from her body, leaving her limp but happy.

She turned in his arms, her fingers sifting through the soft, curly hairs on his hard chest. He was gorgeous, her rogue of a husband. She traced her finger down his body, enjoying every jump of his muscles in response to her touch. She explored his taut stomach, then followed the hair below his belly button down to his breeches.

She swallowed and glanced up at him. He was studying her features with a concentrated frown on his face.

Emily bit her lip. He’d seen her naked. Hell, he’d traced her body with his tongue! And she was yet to see him fully undressed. She was beyond curious and also, a tingle low in her belly danced every time she thought about his male organ.

She lowered her hand, her fingers struggling with the falls of his breeches.

Tyrone—no, Alec—chuckled and helped her undo them, before swiftly shedding and discarding the remainder of his clothes. When he lowered himself beside her once more, Emily could finally see his entire body illuminated in the warm glow of the fire.

He was… magnificent.

His thighs were hard and strong, betraying his love for horse riding. His stomach was flat, his chest and arms corded in muscles. But the most fascinating part of him stood proudly among the dark curls of hair, hard as steel but emanating inviting heat.

Emily circled her fingers around it, marveling at the soft skin over the hard steel-like rod. She ran her hand up and down the enticing length and Alec groaned. He covered her hand with his, gently guiding her, showing her what brought him pleasure. He squeezed his hand over hers, jerking and pumping his length.

Heat rose within Emily and soon she could not deny its call any longer. She straddled his thighs and used her second hand to explore his body, run her palm over his abdomen, and then lower to caress the sack between his legs. He jerked and his head fell back in pleasure.

Emily’s belly squeezed and warmth seeped between her legs. Not only was it exciting to explore him, and touch him intimately, but it was arousing to see him receive pleasure from her touch. She wanted to bring him to the same bliss she’d experienced. She wanted to feel his body convulse beneath hers with pleasure.

Caressing his length, she brought her second hand over to his cock and ran her thumb over the glistening tip.

He hissed, his hips thrusting upward as he grabbed her by the elbows. His eyes, as dark as night, stared at her with animalistic need.

Emily couldn’t take it anymore.

Placing her hands over his chest, she crawled over him and kissed him hungrily.

He responded with untamed ardor, his fingers plunging into her hair, drawing her closer. She could taste the salty essence of her own pleasure on his lips, his tongue, and somehow that aroused her even more. It reminded her of the things he had done to her and made her want more. Made her want to feel more of him.

“Please, Alec,” she breathed, as her hips moved, rubbing her wet center over his hard and scorching cock, imploring him to enter her, to take her. “I want to feel you.” Inside.

With a growl, Alec wrapped his arms around her and turned them over, pressing her against the rug on the floor, anchoring her with his weight. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, robbing her of any thought. As she caressed his tongue with hers, she could feel every little part of her that sensitively rubbed against his scorching skin.