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“Ah, love, I believe I fancied you before I even met you,” Crispin whispered.
He bent his head to savor what made Maggie so unique. Her sweetness coated his tongue with a flavor as exquisite as Maggie herself. Soon her sighs turned into moans as he pleasured her. Maggie was as free with her body as she was with her personality. His tongue pressed against her core, drawing out her desires to an unbearable ache he wanted to ease.
Maggie thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow in ecstasy. She grabbed onto the sheets, gripping them in her fists to keep from floating away. With each stroke of Crispin’s tongue, she slipped further away. When his fingers slid in and out, pushing her need higher, she moaned his name over and over.
“Crispin. Crispin. Oh my, Crispin. Please,” she whimpered.
She held no clue what she pleaded for, only she never wanted him to stop. Her pleas racked her body in a chant that only Crispin understood. He answered her mumblings with the gift of his mouth, offering her pleasure after pleasure. With her body strung tight and her toes the only part of her keeping her from falling off the ledge, Crispin blew a breath against her wetness. The soft caress sent her floating on the most wonderful sensation.
Crispin gathered Maggie in his arms, coaxing a kiss from her lips. She softened in his embrace, wrapping her arms around him in tenderness. Her hands fluttered against his chest in her attempt to show affection. Her innocent touch undid him and also inflamed his senses. He rolled her underneath him, brushing the hair away from her face. He lowered his head to place a kiss against her lips. However, Maggie returned his kiss with the fierceness of her desire, unleashing his need for them to join as one.
Maggie recovered from her floating, only to have her body scream its need to have Crispin fulfill her every desire. Her hands traveled over his body, curving and dipping into every muscle. He disguised his chiseled form behind his proper suits. Pure sin rippled over every inch of him. A blush warmed her cheeks at all the sinful ideas she wished to explore with Crispin under the bedsheets. With a kiss and the caress of his fingers, he turned her into a wanton creature.
Even now, with his desire pressed against her hip, he held himself back with the manners of a gentleman, but she only wanted him to unleash his passion and show her the depth of his desire. Perhaps with a little encouragement she could make him forget himself like she had forgotten herself.
Maggie’s impish smile should have warned Crispin of her intent. Why he thought her innocence would keep her from acting improper was a foolish notion he held on to. He should have known better. He had lost his common sense once her hands struck their claim upon his person. Maggie’s touch ignited a fire in him that turned into uncontrollable heat. Instead of it suffocating him, it only drew him closer to the flame for the full burn.
Her fingers dipped lower, brushing across his cock. A torturous moan slipped past his lips, causing Maggie’s smile to turn into one only a vixen used to tempt a gentleman into her lair. However, Maggie didn’t need to tempt. He gladly fell victim to her charms. When her hands wrapped around his cock and stroked him like a skilled courtesan, he almost came undone.
“How?” he croaked out.
Maggie chuckled seductively. “Graham has collected quite an assortment of wicked literature.”
Crispin closed his eyes at her exquisite torture. Everything about her was exquisite this evening and only grew more exquisite. Her nibble fingers teased him. “I am sure he did not give you permission to look at them.”
Maggie waited before answering Crispin. The hard steel in her hand distracted her from following the conversation. Her gaze kept drifting to watching his face relax in pleasure to clenching. The pressure of her grip determined which feature he gifted her. When his face clenched, he exhaled the most astounding moans that made her body ache for him again. Her nipples brushed across his chest, and she grew wet between her thighs.
“Mmm. No, he did not. One day, while I snooped for some chocolate he hid from me, I came across them. My curiosity got the better of me. They were very descriptive on how to give and receive pleasure.”
Crispin growled his pleasure. “Grr.”
She pressed her lips against his chest and trailed a path along his neck, her tongue striking out with soft licks. “Do I have the right of it?” Maggie whispered.
Her grip tightened, and Crispin thought he saw stars. He drew her hand away and held both of them above her head. His knee nudged her legs to open wider.
“Wrap them around my waist,” he demanded.
Maggie obeyed his command. He grabbed his cock, and the warmth of her touch seeped into his fingers. With a gentle stroke, he ran it over her wetness, causing Maggie to arch into him. Soft moans echoed around them. Whether they were from Maggie or him, he held no clue.
Crispin’s gaze pierced Maggie. “I cannot promise to be gentle, but I will try.”
Maggie shook her head. “I want every ounce of your passion spiraling out of control inside me.”
“I will not hurt you. However, you will experience soreness from your first time,” Crispin rasped, holding onto his desire by a thin thread.
“I am not a fragile miss, Crispin. I know you will take gentle care of me. Please, do not hold yourself back from me. Unleash your passion on my soul,” Maggie whispered her own demands.
Her soft touch against his heart was his demise. He pushed inside her as gently as he could but with enough force to lose themselves in the passion wrapping around them. Maggie held onto him as he pushed past her innocence. Her wetness clung to him like a vine, entwining him with her desire. She stiffened for a brief spell before she pressed up against him. Maggie commanded him to unleash the passion and give themselves over to one another. He granted her wish with slow gentle strokes. Each one built upon the last until he thrust into her with the power of their shared passion.
Once again Maggie floated; only this time Crispin floated with her while he wrapped her in his warm embrace. His mark would affect her for the rest of her life. Each time his body moved in sync with hers, his love entered her soul. Each time she thought her feet would touch the ground, Crispin shifted his position and sent them flying higher. His gaze alone seared itself into her memory, and she saw his vulnerability for the first time. She drew him to her for a kiss that held her promise to protect him as he protected her.
Maggie’s tender kiss undid him. He unraveled into the man he wanted to be for her. He sent them over the edge with her tender lips soothing his battered soul. Maggie’s affections made him whole again.
Crispin rolled Maggie over so that she lay spread across his chest. The wonderment shining from her eyes made him feel invincible. A dangerous emotion to hold, but one he would cherish while he held her. There was much he wanted to promise her, but he never believed in promises. They only held the heartache of broken excuses. However, it didn’t stop him from telling her how much he cared.
“I believe I am falling in love with you.”
Maggie pressed her finger against his lips. “Shh.”
