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“You—all over—everywhere.”
“What do you want?” I ask again, unable to not torture her now that I have her displayed before me in such an enticing tableau.
Her nostrils flare and she sucks on her bottom lip, biting it as she stares beseechingly at me.
“You.”
“I’m already here.”
“No.”
She drops her hand, making sure my eyes follow it as it makes its way steadily down her body. My groan blends with hers as I watch her. I feel drunk on the perfection that is Juliet.
“I don’t want mere kisses. I want you to lose yourself. Make me know I belong to you in every way—in this way.”
My eyes burn into her and over her decadent body—rounded curves, flushed, ripe and full—trying to hold on to the one thing she’s asked me to give up: control. The beast within me shakes in triumph as I let him follow her command. My lips, and hands trail all over her body. My movements aren’t meant to tease or coax her pleasure to the surface; this is a demand for it.
Her cries are not quiet, and I know the guards walking the corridors can hear her. With a sick, prideful satisfaction, I continue until she’s screaming. Let them know what this goddess sounds like when I give her pleasure.
I talk to her. “Is this what you want, my perfect Juliet?” My movements pull out a litany of fragmented pleas, and I do everything I can to push her over the edge.
“Please.”
“Please,” she says again—as if I would let her suffer with the misery of want. I’d give her anything even after all that has happened.
I finally sink into her. It’s beyond anything that I’ve ever imagined. Better than anything I’ve ever felt.
We move together, finding a rhythm that I know is unique to us. I don’t know how I’ve lived without this my whole life. “I’m . . . yes, please, please, please,” she says, writhing beneath me in a jerked cadence. She arches beneath me, pulling my hair and pressing her lips to mine, she screams as a wave passes over her.
Her orgasm only seems to spur her on. She’s in a mindless race beneath me with her head thrown back and her hands in my hair.
It’s amazing.
I grab her hips to push and pull her faster, harder. What have I done to deserve this woman? The tables have turned, and she’s the one commanding me. She’s now the lion, and I’m the sacrificial lamb. She’s fierce, intense as she finds a frantic pace, back and forth. Finally, she looks up, recognition dancing in her eyes and her spontaneous smile.
“So good,” she whispers.
It’s too much, she’s too much—the pace, her hips, the clench she has on me, it’s the sweetest torture that I’m going to give in too soon—it’s too soon, but it builds in my spine.
“Juliet,” I pant, breathing in deeply to try and hold myself back.
Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and think about all of my responsibilities, the looming danger of Spain...anything, but nothing can stave off the pleasure I’m feeling.
I groan and open my eyes. She’s beautiful beneath me, flushed and glowing with a light sheen of sweat. I pull her hands above her head and hold them in mine, slowing us down as I do so.
“There is never an end to us, my sweet Juliet,” I tell her, and I’m gratified to see a tear trail down her cheek at my words.
From the first moment she spoke to me in that orchard, when I heard the strong lilt of her voice, I knew I would need to hear it for a lifetime.
I need her like I need air to breathe. The sigh that meets mine and her serene smile belong to me. I won’t let the past determine our future. It won’t work that way for us. No one, nothing will ever take her away from me again.
“Tell me how you feel,” I order.
She swallows and shakes her head. “I . . . so good.”
Arching up, she moans. “So good.” She grabs my neck when I begin to tease her, dipping in over and over until she growls and tugs my chest against hers, no separation from her mouth to mine. A blush stains her chest and cheeks. Her mouth parts, her eyes widening in surprise. Everything stills: her fingers in my hair, her legs around my arse, and her shoulders and arms stiffen. She breaks apart again. Arching her neck, she turns her face away as spasms roll through her frame and clench around me in an almost painful grip.
“Oh, Juliet,” I moan against her neck, pressing my teeth against her neck. “Yes, baby. Give me everything, all of you.”
