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She rested her head against his shoulder and gazed up at him in wonder. He was so big and dark and dangerous-looking that gentleness was the last thing she expected from him.
“Did I not just vow to cherish you?” he murmured, lifting her fiery hair from the nape of her neck and nuzzling it sweetly. He wrapped his arms about her, kissed the tip of her ear, then whispered all the things about her beauty that enchanted him. “The curve of your back is so sinuous, it makes me want to stroke you like a feline— stroke you until you purr. Your waist is so small, I can span it with my hands. One of my favorite things to do is splay my fingers out across your rib cage, like this, then slowly move them up beneath your breasts, like so. You have so many soft, silken places I like to touch, and the most exciting part is your eager, passionate response to everything I do to you, my beauty. You allow me to indulge all my fantasies. What man hasn't dreamed of bathing with his beloved? Holding you captive in my lap allows me to touch and caress all your most intimate, vulnerable places.”
He dropped a kiss on the top of her head, and his possessive hands stroked down her body until they captured her hips. He lifted her slightly so that his thick shaft lay in the cleft between her legs, then his fingers threaded through the red tendrils that covered her mons. He toyed with her lightly, arousing her, but taking great care not to bring her to climax.
Before the water cooled, he took the soap between his hands and rubbed until he created a rich, thick lather, then he stroked the cream over every inch of her body, turning her skin to the texture of velvet. Bess shuddered at the exquisite sensations his knowing fingers aroused, yet his ministrations were strangely soothing, making her feel languid and very much loved.
“Let me lather you, darling.”
“No, sweetheart, if you touched me it would be all over. I want to enjoy my state of arousal a little while longer. I have a perfect night planned for us.”
He stepped from the tub and knelt down to her. Then he lifted the sponge and trickled water over her shoulders to remove the creamy lather. He wrapped her in a thirsty towel and carried her to the bed, gently patting her dry. Then he gazed down at her, worshiping her with his eyes and then his lips. He touched her with such reverence, Bess felt as if she were floating on a cloud. He feathered kisses into her hair, touched his lips to her temples, her eyelids, her slanting cheekbones, and finally he kissed her lips with such heart-stopping tenderness, Bess almost cried with happiness.
He gazed into her eyes and whispered lovingly, “I want the consummation of our marriage to be perfect for you.” Then, without lust, he made real love to her, cherishing and worshiping and honoring her with his body until she dissolved in liquid tremors and yielded her heart and soul to him.
