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He placed a kiss on the mound of curls between her legs. “Ralph?”
She felt him smile as he slid lower still, his tongue grazing the delicate skin at her core.
Her cry of pleasure filled the room and she clamped a hand over her mouth. If anyone heard…
But muffling the sound of her pleasure only seemed to increase the feel of it and as he repeated the touch, a wave of need so powerful crashed over her that her eyes squeezed shut as she gasped into her hand.
He held her hips with his hands as he started a rhythm, the pleasure climbing so high, Clara thought she might faint from the intensity, but instead, she broke apart in his arms, her body crashing into her finish and then slumping down to the bed in relief.
Her bones had turned to pudding.
Ralph, on the other hand, gave a growling rumble of satisfaction as he reared up, his fingers coming to the falls of his breeches. “Clara,” he said and her eyes made a leisurely perusal of him, all her fear gone—even when his breeches came undone and he tugged them down his hips, revealing his member.
She wasn’t afraid. But some of her energy returned as she rose up on her elbows, her gaze fixing on the large rod jutting out from his body. “Oh.”
He grimaced. “Is that good or bad?”
“I…” She swallowed a lump. “Expected it to be smaller.”
He gave her small smile. “We can wait.”
She shook her head. “No. I’m ready.”
Ralph’s insides raged in debate. He ought to wait. Her pleasure was enough, but her night rail was about her waist, her body exposed to him, her taste still on his tongue, and the look in her eye…
It danced with love and desire, the earlier fear gone.
“Are you certain?”
In answer, she slowly rose and, grabbing the hem of her night rail, the garment went sailing over her head, landing on the floor.
What stood before him was absolute perfection. Clara was perfect. And all his.
Hooking his arm about her waist, he pulled her close again, his mouth descending over hers, their tongues dancing together as her arms wound about his neck.
Lifting her off the floor, he lay her back on the bed, his hips naturally settling between her legs.
Her folds were slick and welcoming and as her legs wrapped about his waist, the tip of his manhood slid inside her body.
He felt her tense and he stilled. Ralph never wanted to hurt her. “Clara?”
“I’m all right,” she murmured close to his ear. “Keep going.”
He slid in a bit further, every muscle tensing, moving as slowly as he could to give her body time to adjust.
It took an agonizing amount of time, but when he was finally fully seated inside her, they both sighed with relief. “Are you all right?”
“I’m good,” she answered, kissing his neck. “In fact, to me, this the moment I will remember as our union.”
“It is our union,” he answered, the feel of her surrounding him almost more than he could bear.
“I know that, but I mean emotionally. I am tied to you forever.”
He understood, and some part of him agreed, though she’d been his forever before this moment. “I love you, Clara.”
“I love you too,” she said as they kissed again.
And then he began to move, slowly at first, being careful not to hurt her.
