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Before she could get very far though, she felt his hands move. He took hold of her knees and lifted himself up from her, just enough to part her knees completely and give him room once more. He pulled at her night-rail, exposing her skin to him.
“Antony,” she pleaded with him as he stared down at her, needing that kiss again. He went to her although he said nothing. He started by kissing her on the lips, then he travelled away, kissing her cheek and the top of her neck, right under her ear in a sweet spot. He began to nibble and bite her playfully, giving her a mark of his desire.
The excitement and thrill of such a thing made her arch up even more into him, wrapping her legs around him. With her legs exposed, it was all too easy to brush her center against his trousers, urging him with the movement of her hips to move things along.
It wasn’t what she had planned, but now she was here; she couldn’t stay away from him. She loved him, and she wanted to show him that love. He moved his kisses further down her neck, hovering for a while under her collarbone before he moved down the neckline of her night-rail, kissing her there and teasing her with soft nips to her skin.
“Antony,” she pleaded with him for more again, and he abided.
He rose up, just enough to give him the room to pull up her night-rail. He pulled it over her head, freeing her entirely from it until she was bare to him. She wasn’t embarrassed to be so open with him; she merely desired for him to be the same. She reached for his trousers again, but he pushed her hand away and kissed his way down her body. He started at her neckline, then travelled down the valley between her breasts, making her excitement coil so much that a wetness pooled between her legs.
He moved his body completely downward, kissing her around her hips and hooking one arm under her leg, raising it higher. She was so certain that he was about to kiss her center that she flung her head back, with her hands clinging at the bed sheets beneath them, readying herself for the thrill, only the touch didn’t come.
“Antony, please,” she murmured, wanting him. He still trailed his fingers around her hips, but he was going no further. “Antony,” she begged of him.
Then he moved sharply. It was so sudden that she was not prepared for it. He released her entirely and came up to her, face to face, prompting her to look him in the eye.
“That is what I do not understand,” he said, his voice somber. “How can someone who actually tricked me into marrying them, deceived me, all so their father could get their hands on my money, still manage to actually appear to love my touch?”
He knows.
