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“What is it, dove?”
“I… I am worried about something…”
“What worries you? Tell me so I can ease your mind.” He swept a loose curl away from her face. The touch felt electric.
“I’m afraid that my… my lack of sight will ruin our wedding night.”
He placed his scorching hot hand on her hand. Her entire body shivered.
“Never,” he whispered, his lips back to her earlobe.
“But how can we…”
“Shhh,” he whispered again, grazing his cheek against hers. “I think you don’t believe me, so I have to show you.”
“Show me?” she exclaimed a little louder than she meant to, and he silenced her when his lips fell over hers completely, making her forget about everything else. The people outside the confines of this room did not exist any longer. They were merely a distant memory. All that mattered were the two of them.
He pulled away only to murmur. “You taste so sweet…”
His slid his hand around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He kept kissing her, releasing the pent-up longing inside of her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers sliding up his hair, curling and grabbing a fistful of it.
She pressed herself to him, unwilling to be two separate bodies but rather only one. Now it was his turn to push his fingers into her hair, gently and carefully not to ruin her coiffure. She would need to go out before everyone, after all. How could she explain her hair being a mess? She almost chuckled aloud at the notion when a slight tightness at top of her neck made her lift her chin in the air. Joseph proceeded to trail an invisible line down her neck with his lips then back to her earlobe, taking a nibble of it, sucking it, playing with it.
She suppressed a moan as his hand slid down to her breast. She arched her back, granting him access. Against all the layers of her clothes, her nipples pebbled, reacting to his touch and his kisses.
Suddenly, he grabbed her by upper thighs, separating them, then pulled her up, so she was straddling him with her legs. He turned around, bringing them over to a nearby writing desk, dropping her right onto it with her legs still spread around him.
“Joseph… what are you doing?” she purred, enjoying every minute of it.
The stiffness of her gown blocked his access to her naked skin, but neither of them seemed to mind. He could feel her breasts underneath his fingers, the curves of her body. She could feel his arousal through the fabric of his trousers. The thought thrilled her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. The fear that she would ruin their first time by her blindness was sheer ridiculousness. She could feel everything. After all, was that not the point?
She gasped loudly, when his lips fell upon hers once more. She kissed him back with even more passion, even more force. She felt the hem of her gown slide up guided by his skilled fingers. The nakedness of her legs around his body felt as the most natural position. She felt the rough fabric of his trousers as wetness pooled between her thighs, grinding against him, pushing, demanding he take her right here.
Her lips fell open, completely forgetting about all propriety. They were to be married, after all. She belonged to him. He belonged to her. They could not control themselves any longer.
“I want you…” he whispered, his voice husky, laden with desire.
She swallowed heavily before replying. “Take me…”
“No…” He stopped their kiss, growling in frustration.
His lips spoke thusly, but his manhood had a mind of his own, teasing her hot sticky skin. He was ravenous for her. It was obvious from the passionate dance their lips and tongues just danced. This was all so forbidden, so delicious. They both kissed each other as if this were the last kiss they would ever share, and they needed to make it count.
She grabbed his face in the darkness, and once again pulled him back to her. She was a quivering lump of flesh in his hands, a woman that needed to be loved and cherished but also satisfied. She never thought she could be that. A distant echo of reason reminded her they ought not to be here, not like this, but she banished the thought. Nothing but the overwhelming sensation of Joseph’s hands and lips on her remained.
“I have to… stop…” he said as his fingers dug into her skin through her gown.
“Don’t stop… show me how much you missed me,” she begged.
His lips sucked at her earlobe, at her throat. “I want to show you so much, dove.”
“I’m here… waiting…”
“I want you to feel everything,” he whispered as his hands tightened around her waist.
She stopped grinding against him the moment she felt his hand slide down her stomach. Her thighs were quivering. That was exactly where she was hoping he was headed.
“Show me,” she urged, moaning softly into his ear.
