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Annalise raised her brow. “Is anything not to your liking, my dear husband?”
“On the contrary, my dear wife, I like it all too much,” he whispered and took her mouth in a scorching kiss.
Annalise didn’t know how long the kiss lasted. But when Blake finally raised his head, they were both out of breath. Blake took her by the hand and led her back to bed. He laid her gently on her back and crawled on top of her. Then his mouth was on her again, robbing her of breath, robbing her mind of thought.
He moved lower, tracing his tongue along her skin, scorching her with his kisses. Then his mouth settled on her breast through the fabric of her shift. Annalise closed her eyes and covered his head with her hands. He suckled on her nipple unhurriedly, playing with it with his tongue, grazing her with his teeth. All Annalise could do was moan and arch into him, the wet material of her chemise heightening her senses.
He repeated the same ministrations to her other breast, then moved lower. He raised the skirt of her chemise over her waist, then dipped his tongue into her belly button, and Annalise squirmed.
Blake chuckled against her skin as he moved lower. He growled as he encountered her most private place. He raised his head and looked at her, his eyes glinting. Slowly, with infinite gentleness, he widened her legs and settled between them.
Annalise’s hand instantly flew to cover her center. Blake took her fingers and kissed each one in turn. He then took her index finger and sucked on it. A strangled moan escaped Annalise’s lips, and she tugged her hand away.
Blake turned his head and bit on her thigh, gently sucking on it to ease the pain.
He lowered his head and kissed her right between her legs. Annalise gasped and attempted to sit up, but Blake put a hand on her abdomen. “Lie still, my countess,” he said, his voice hoarse. “It’s my turn to play.”
He lowered his head and licked between her feminine lips, then swirled his tongue around her sensitive, swollen nub. Annalise raised her hips, and he grunted in approval before placing his lips firmly on her and sucking hard.
“Do you like that?” he asked as he raised his head.
Annalise couldn’t form a coherent thought. She just whimpered in answer.
“Show me what you like,” he whispered and licked her feminine lips.
Blake lowered his head and feasted on her center, drinking in her juices, playing with her folds. All Annalise could do was move her hips in rhythm with his mouth and moan.
She placed her hand on his head and guided him where she wanted him. He licked the circle around her swollen nub, and a tiny scream escaped her lips. He did it again, and Annalise shut her eyelids while her hands fisted in his hair.
“Lower… yes, more!”
Blake moved per her instruction and placed his tongue flat just below her sensitive nub before wiggling his tongue.
With a scream, Annalise fell back, bright sparks shooting behind her eyelids. Blake continued licking and sucking on her, drawing the last pulses of her bliss.
Annalise lay panting, her limbs numb, sweat covering her body. Blake fell onto the bed next to her with a groan. He was tense, and his muscles bunched with his every breath; his erect length stood proud among the curls of intimate hair. He was thick and straining as if ready to burst. He took himself in hand and let out an agonized groan.
Annalise rolled onto her side and covered his hand with hers. Blake sucked in his breath.
“Annalise.” Her name was a prayer.
Annalise carefully pried his fingers off his erect length and covered it with her hand. Blake’s hips moved, thrusting his length into her hand.
“God, Annalise. How I dreamed of your touch,” he whispered reverently.
Annalise tightened her fist, marveling at the steely hardness beneath her fingers, and soft silk of his skin. It jolted in her hand, and Annalise relaxed her hold. She raised her eyes to Blake. He had a grimace of pain on his face.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” he pushed past his throat. “It’s… it’s too good.”
Annalise smiled. She took him in hand again and experimentally ran her hand up and down his length. She raised her eyes to his again. “What do I do?”
He took a deep breath, then covered her hand with his and guided her along his length, squeezing her hand, running it up and down. A drop of liquid seeped out from the slit on top. Annalise ran her thumb over it, and Blake groaned. She instantly pulled her hand away.
“Do it again,” Blake said on a hiss.
Annalise slowly reached out her hand and ran a thumb over the head of his shaft. Blake moaned and thrust his length into her hand again. His eyes were closed, his face a grimace of agony. Curious, Annalise leaned down and licked him. Blake swore.
