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This was the woman he wished to marry.
She slid her palms over his back, tracing the lines of his shoulder, down to the waist and back again. The steady stroke of her hands only made the humming need inside him grow stronger.
He was cradled in the V of her legs, their bodies tightly pressed together. And when her hands slid over his backside, pushing his cock even deeper into her softness, he rumbled out his need.
And then he began kissing a trail down her neck. When he reached the collar of her dress, frustration rippled through him. He needed to feel her skin. Together they tugged the buttons open, his mouth kissing at each inch of her chest they exposed. When he reached the top of her chemise, he pulled at the sleeves of her dress, wanting her bare arms about him.
Wiggling underneath him, a joy in and of itself, she managed to free herself of her skirts so that only her chemise remained. He peeled off his own shirt, kissing her again before he reached for the hem of her chemise. Ash had not intended to strip her bare, but she gasped in an excited breath, and he couldn’t seem to make himself stop.
Sliding a hand along her thigh, he brushed the curls between her legs, reveling in her excited moans of pleasure. And when he worked his fingers between her slick folds, her body arched up against him, her fingers digging into his bare back. Stroking her a few more times, he slid a finger into her channel. The tight folds gripped him even as she cried out his name. “Ash.”
He stilled. Did she want more, or had he frightened her? He couldn’t quite tell, and while he’d not wished to stop, he’d also never scare her. She was his to protect.
The feel of his finger inside her sent her heart racing and her body into fits of pleasure. He felt so good.
“Ash,” she repeated, her eyes closed. “Don’t stop. Not now.”
He smiled against her lips. “You like that, my love?”
“Yes,” she breathed as he moved inside her, stroking something deep and needy. With his other hand, he pulled the hem of her chemise over her hips, up her belly, and past her breasts.
And then he slid his mouth lower to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.
Pleasure rocked through her, and she cried out as her fingers twined into his hair. But he didn’t stop kissing her nipple.
He kept kissing lower and lower until his mouth fit over her mound.
And when he sucked the folds of her sex the way he had her nipple, she ceased to breathe, squeezing her eyes shut as lights exploded behind the lids.
His finger was still inside her, and as his tongue made a sweep against her nub of pleasure, she curled her stomach in, thrusting her hips up to meet his mouth.
She’d flung one arm over her head but the other found his hair once again and she stroked her fingers through his short locks, silently encouraging him on as her body threatened to come undone.
They’d hardly begun.
But she found herself already careening toward the edge.
She whimpered, desperate for release, never wanting this to end. In response, Ash increased the pressure and suddenly, she couldn’t hold on any longer, pleasure pulsing through her with her finish.
She looked down at him between her legs, a wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. In answer, he crawled up her body, looking more like a predator than a man. Not that she was afraid. In fact, the sight was exciting, despite how sated she was.
She reached for him, encouraging him higher as their mouths joined again.
Automatically, she circled his shoulders, sliding a hand down his back.
He took her hand and pulled it around to his front, placing it over the large lump in his breeches. She remembered the hard ridge from their time at the inn but with her fingers, she was able to explore its edges, feel its outline. Which only whetted her curiosity.
He seemed to understand, because a moment later, he opened the falls of his breeches. With her free hand, she pushed the fabric over his hips, setting his staff free. She’d never seen a man this exposed, and as she closed her fingers around his girth, she glanced down between their bodies, her eyes widening in surprise. “Ash?”
He looked down too. “Yes, love.”
“How do you plant your seed inside a woman?”
“Inside you, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“My staff goes where my finger just was.”
