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"I'm honored to finally be amongst such a small band of brothers."
"Hush!" she scolded.
Jude chuckled against her neck and distracted her from her outrage by cupping his hand over the hair between her thighs.
"Oh," she sighed, tilting her hips up in shocked welcome.
"So pretty," he murmured, as his fingers slowly stroked. "So warm and lovely and... slick."
Marissa eased her knees open so that he could do those wonderful things he'd done that night in the gazebo. Yes, she was slick, and she knew what that meant. Slippery sliding and wonderful thrusts.
And Jude didn't disappoint. He stroked her until she was shaking, and then he finally slid one thick finger inside her.
She thought she might scream with the pleasure of it. Maybe she did scream a little, as she dug her heels into the bed and ground her hips against his hand. Jude kissed her hard, and his mouth absorbed her cries of need. It felt so good, his finger working in and out, but she knew what would feel better. She knew what she wanted. But he seemed infuriatingly content to continue his torment.
Just as she reached the peak of desperation, Jude pressed another finger in, and the pressure caught her breath in a stranglehold for a moment.
How much larger would his thick shaft feel? How much more satisfying?
She tore her mouth from his. "Please."
Though his breath quickened against her neck, he didn't respond. If he could ignore her plea, he couldn't possibly be as desperate as she was, but Marissa knew a quick way to rectify that.
Hard as it was to tear her mind from his thrusting hand, Marissa let go of her hold on his arm, and curled her lingers around his cock instead.
His rhythm faltered; his teeth scraped her neck. And when she stroked him slowly from tip to base, Jude gasped, and his whole body thrummed like a taut bow.
That power again, this time tightening around the fingers deep inside her. She was triumphant. And whimpering like a kitten.
And when Jude drew his fingers from her body, she wrapped her arms around his waist to pull him over her. He came willingly, thank God, and when his cock rubbed her sex, she arched into him, moaning as he slid against her.
Oh, God, yes. That was good. So good. And even better when the head notched against her and he eased inside.
"Oh," she whispered, 'Jude," because she wanted her body to know it was him she took inside. Jude, who stretched her sex tight as he slowly sank into her.
He drew out a little, then eased farther in, and Marissa wrapped her arms so tight around him that she could hardly breathe.
"Shh," he murmured. "Relax, mon coeur."
"I can't!" She was breathing too hard, overwhelmed with all she wanted from him.
"Marissa." His voice dropped. "Marissa." He reached back to tug one of her hands free. Then the other.
He tucked her fisted hands into his and lowered them to the bed. Marissa squeezed her eyes shut and tried to slow her breathing.
"Shh," Jude whispered. He pressed a kiss to one of her eyelids and then the other.
She sobbed and drew her legs high on his. When she wrapped her ankles around him, Jude thrust deep and true, and sank himself fully inside her.
She arched, pushing her head back in stark relief. She was filled with him, just as she'd wanted.
Jude eased slowly out, and when he thrust back in, Marissa opened her eyes to see him above her. He looked fierce and frightening. As fierce as she felt inside her heart as she tightened her fists and tilted her hips up to meet him.
"Breathe, Marissa."
"I can't! I just... I want you so much."
"You have me, mon coeur. I'm yours."
