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Her eyes instantly went to his long, jutting length.Cock,she corrected. But as she took in his reddish tip and bulging veins, there was no fear or horrible nightmares crashing back to her.
No, she ached between her thighs to feel him, taste him, drive him mad with her mouth and tongue until he moaned her name.
She was more than ready to experience all the pleasure he could give her.
Even if technically she wasn't a virgin, this would be her first time being intimate with a male of her choosing. It was the most important, and the only one that would count.
River groaned. "Keep staring at my dick like that and I'm not going to last long, baby."
She smiled slowly and met his gaze again. "Later, I'll test that and see how quickly I can make you, um, er…come." She blushed. Eventually she'd grow bolder, but she wasn't quite there yet.
River kissed her once and then motioned for her to turn over. "Let me see if I can get you out of this damned thing without ripping it."
She almost asked him to go ahead and tear it off. However, this dress was a memory she wanted to keep, to remind her of the day her life changed irrevocably, but for the good.
So she turned on her belly and waited. Instead of River yanking at the closures and disrobing her as quickly as possible, he stroked the bared skin on her neck. Back and forth, the touch so light she could barely feel it.
And at the same time, the light caresses made her bosom heavy and the ache between her legs to grow even more intense.
Then he kissed her neck and Nora arched into his touch.
River murmured against her skin, "I want to make sure you're nice and wet for me, baby. So I'm going to do this very, very slowly."
She growled. "River, stop teasing me. I'm more than ready."
He kissed her neck again, his breath dancing along her skin when he replied, "I know you are, baby. But you deserve to be worshipped some first. And that's what I'm going to do, no matter how much I want to thrust into that tight cunt of yours and do my own sort of claiming."
Her heart pounded at the mixture of coarse language and the sincerity of his words. Even though River had repeatedly shown her pleasure, given her attention, and had never tried to take for himself, he was still putting Nora first.
Every day for the rest of her life she'd wonder at how she'd been so lucky.
Her eyes heated with tears, but she forced them back. Nora refused to cry tonight. "I love you, River. So much."
He turned her head so he could kiss the side of her mouth. "I love you too, Nora. Now it's time to show you how much."
Her heart raced in anticipation as she waited one beat, then two. And when he finally started to undo her corset under her dress, cool air hit the top of her back. As River slowly undid the laces and revealed her skin, he kissed as he went, each light brush of his lips making her heart pound harder.
She never would've guessed that light kisses could make her skin burn and her core throb.
But when she could feel the air on the lower section of her back—her type of dress hadn't allowed for a chemise—Nora stopped breathing. Deep down she knew River wouldn't care about the marks on her lower back and rear, but it was still hard to suffer through the beat of silence.
Even though she couldn't feel touch as strongly against her scars as other places on her body, his fingers brushed over them, his warm touch making her shiver. His tight voice filled the room. "I want to kill whoever did this to you, but they're already dead, aren't they?"
"Yes," she whispered.
Then she felt his lips brush against her back, and then again, and she realized he was kissing each and every scar that had been left by a belt.
Ones left by Ambrose's father.
As River continued kissing her skin, tears filled her eyes. Not at sadness, or even at the memories. No, it was her husband's tenderness, his soft touches, the way he was truly worshipping her that caused them.
Because despite knowing River loved her, had wanted to marry her, had even felt his arousal with her hand, a small part of her had worried the crisscrossed mess of scars on her back and parts of her derriere would make him flee.
And in that moment, she needed more than mere whispers against her skin. She wanted him, all of him, and soon. "Please, River, I need to feel your body against mine. I need to feel your warmth, and breathe your scent, and just remind myself you're real and you're mine."
He flipped her over, tugged her dress and corset down until he could toss them to the floor, and frowned down at her drawers. "How many fucking layers do you need?"
She smiled, raised a hand to brush his chest, and replied, "One less than normal." She paused and then pushed past her embarrassment. "I couldn't wear my chemise, and I almost didn't wear my drawers."
