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His mind was filled with one lascivious image after another. His Lillian on her back, her legs spread wide as she smiled up at him. His Lillian on her belly, her perfect round bottom lifted high in invitation. His Lillian in the bath, riding him like a wanton warrior.
Her pretty pink lips were wet and inviting as she gazed up at him with a hint of pleading. “Please do not send me away.”
A heartbeat passed as his vows to do right by her ran headlong into this sweet temptation she was offering. Maybe, just maybe, he could have it both ways. No one would ever protect her like he could, no one would ever cherish her like him.
She deserved so much better than a beast like him, but if she were his, he could devote his life to making her happy, to bringing her joy, to taking care of her and her babe and giving them all that they deserved.
He had money. King was nothing if not generous, and he’d never had anyone or anything to spend it on. He could provide for her, and make an honest woman of her and—
“Well?” She leaned in closer, and it was the eager hopefulness in her eyes that did him in.
A groan escaped as he caved to the inevitable. His hands moving to her damp hair, he buried his fingers in her long silken locks and dipped his head slowly. So slowly. When she made no move to pull away he slid his lips over hers and nearly lost his senses at the sweet perfection of her.
Her lips were soft and warm, and they parted beneath his gentle touch. Her breath fanned over his lips and his fingers curled in her hair, gripping the back of her head as he fought the urge to pounce—to claim her in every sense of the word.
Slow and gentle. His sweet, innocent Lillian deserved nothing less. And so his manhood raged and throbbed as he held himself still, and just far enough away that he couldn’t give in to his body’s demand to create friction. His hips ached to rock against her, while his cock strained to be free. But he kept his attention on her lips. Just her lips. Teasing and gliding his mouth over hers until her mouth parted on a gasp. Only then did he use his tongue to taste the sweetness of her, first her lips and then when she opened for him with a soft moan, he slid it inside her mouth.
He groaned in disbelief when she kissed him back. Untutored and unskilled, she tentatively tried to mimic his motions, moving her lips along with his. And when her tongue touched his, he thought he might die from the surge of pleasure.
She tasted of tea and honey and everything good and wholesome in the world. She felt like a priceless treasure in his arms.
When she leaned in so that her breasts were pressed to his chests, he dropped his hold on her head and moved his arms to wrap around her waist, pulling her even closer.
“My sweet Lillian,” he whispered as he dipped his head to taste the soft skin along her neck.
Her gasp was torturously sweet in his ear. The feel of her writhing in his arms was nearly more than he could bear. She wasn’t trying to escape, but get closer and her every wriggle and squirm made his desire ratchet up until he was tortured with longing.
When his mouth returned to hers, she kissed him with all the passion he was feeling and the kiss turned hungry. He was insatiable for her—for her taste, for her touch. Her hands moved over his chest, skimming his arms, until they settled on his shoulders where she gripped him tight, pulling him closer still.
His tongue toyed with hers, teasing and probing, and when he could deny himself no longer, he skimmed one of his palms up, cupping her breast. Her head fell back with a gasp that he’d be dreaming about until his dying day.
He ran the pad of his thumb over her hard nipple and she jerked at the sensation, her eyes wide and her lips a perfect littleOof surprise. Her hips moved, a reflex that he suspected she didn’t even understand.
“Again,” she whispered. “Please.”
The ‘please’ made him smile. As if she ever needed to plead for his touch. He ran his thumb over her again, the hard nub flicking under his touch before he squeezed it gently, cursing the material that got in his way.
“Dane?” she gasped. His name was a question, and he saw the fear in her eyes. Not of him, but of these sensations.
“It’s all right, love,” he murmured. “You’re all right.”
She relaxed, her body seeming to melt against his with his reassurance. His chest swelled with something so sweet and tender, it felt like he might drown in it. This affection and tenderness were unbearably thick and urgent. They made him feel needy in a way he’d never been.
A way he thought he’d forgotten or perhaps outgrown.
He’d never needed anyone in his entire life. And now this girl, thiswoman—
He pulled back to gaze down at her familiar angelic face.
This woman had brought it back. He’d gone from not needing anyone to not knowing whether he could survive without her.
He shoved the thought aside as she arched her back, pressing her breast into his palm, silently begging for more of his touch.
Always.
Anything.
Whatever she wanted from him, it was hers to demand.
