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“Like that?”
“Just like that.”
She could become addicted to having this much power over him.
“I want you to do something for me, Edgar,” she said. “Breathe. Deep and steady.”
He smiled, realizing she was repeating his own words, and then the smile fell away and his stomach muscles visibly clenched, rippling with effort.
His fingers clutched her shoulders.
“Mari,” he groaned, pulsing in her hand.
He lifted himself over her, supported by his strong arms, positioning himself between her thighs. Instinctively, she lifted her leg and wrapped her thigh around his waist.
He moaned into her lips as he kissed her, his cock jutting between them, the head of him pressing her belly button, the base of him sliding against her sensitive flesh.
No sound except the meeting of their bodies.
The sea still roaring in her ears.
A mindless need building. She knew enough to understand that he was holding back from entering her. That he wanted to be inside her, that everything in his nature must be begging him to take her, to slide inside, but he was holding back.
It pleased her, this holding back. This iron control of his.
It made her feel safe, and cared for.
Because, if she were being honest, this was all a bit frightening. She’d turned to her proverbs because she thought they made her sound worldly and experienced.
When really, she’d never felt anything like this before. Never even could have imagined anything as elemental as this.
In the novels she’d read, this... rawness... was only delicately hinted at. The duke always had a rigid jawline, and the lady always had melting eyes, but there’d certainly been no discussion ofthis.
This wetness between her thighs, and the slickness of sweat between her breasts.
His sweat and her sweat mingling.
The grimace—half pleasure and half pain—on his dear, handsome face.
The control cording his neck, clenching his jaw. He kissed her neck. Her shoulders. Her breasts. “I’m going to map each one of your freckles, Mari.”
“That could take years,” she gasped.
He slid lower and kissed the freckles on her belly. Then he licked her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I like these freckles on your belly, they’re delicious.” He licked her again. “I love how you have freckles everywhere. Do you perhaps have some...here?” He kissed her inner thigh.
“I don’t know!”
“You don’t know? Let me examine. I think there’s another one just... here.”
Tasting more. Her inner thighs. Higher, until she tensed and tried to evade his kiss. He was kissing her...there. Delving into her with his tongue.
Good gracious. She tensed her muscles. Should she stop him? What did it taste like? Was this...done?
He lifted his head. “Stop thinking, Mari.” He dove back to his task, spreading her thighs wider.
