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Royal quickly took control, feeding her desire with kisses that robbed her of all coherent thought. He seduced her with deep glides of his tongue, tasting her with urgent passion. All the while, his hand stroked her through the fine linen of her shift. As the fabric grew damp, tiny contractions began in her womb, building toward her climax.
Ainsley arched her hips, pushing into his hand, seeking the burst of heat and light that would bring her relief. She hovered close to the brink, but then Royal gentled his movements, stoking her frustration as well as her desire.
Feeling more than a bit desperate now, she wrapped both hands around his neck and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. With a frantic whimper, she pressed close, seeking both shelter and pleasure within his strong embrace.
“That’s my beautiful girl.” His mouth devoured her with a hunger that made her shiver.
Seeking release, Ainsley rubbed her breasts against his brawny chest and felt his erection jerk in response. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand. For a wild moment, she wished his hard length was parting her damp folds and filling her up until she came apart in his arms.
When Royal finally released her from the soul-stealing kiss, he loomed over her, his eyes glittering like the green lights that lit up the northern night sky. His whisky-scented breath washed over her in hot, short bursts, and his features were tight with masculine need.
“God, lass, you’re so bloody gorgeous. And your body . . .”
He cupped her breast, feeling the voluptuous weight before rubbing his palm over her aching, stiff nipple. Ainsley cried out as her climax danced just out of reach.
“Please, Royal,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop. I need you to touch me everywhere.”
“I need that too, more than I need to breathe.”
Then,finally, he slipped his hand under her skirts. His blunt fingertips gently parted her, finding the tight bud slick with her arousal. When he flicked it, a bolt of fire shot through her, and she couldn’t hold back a strangled cry of need.
“Let yourself go, my love,” he crooned. “I promise to keep you safe.”
Held securely in his firm embrace, Ainsley did just that. When he spread her legs, exposing her fully to his touch, she shut her eyes and let sensation—and Royal—rule her body. His fingers danced over her sex and teased the sensitive opening of her body, building pleasure in a relentless wave. Her mind turned soft and dark, as if wrapped in plush velvet.
Clumsily, Ainsley reached for him, vaguely needing to pleasure him, too.
Royal pressed her back into the mattress. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered.
She didn’t have the strength or the will to resist.
His heat surrounded her, his body brawny and hard. Everywhere he touched, fire raced through her veins to burn deep in her core. All the while, he poured out his love for her in tender, arousing words, telling her how beautiful she was, how strong she was, and how he adored her.
Finally, it was all too much. Her body, heart, and soul needed release.
She dragged open her eyelids and met his searing gaze.
“Look at yourself, Ainsley,” he rasped. “Look at how magnificent you are.”
She glanced down at her body, disheveled and half-naked, her clothes twisted around her. Her breasts were full and pink from his attentions, and her legs had fallen open, pliant and weak from his touch. But it was the sight of his hand on her sex that truly gave her a jolt. He cupped her gently but possessively, claiming her in a way that was shocking yet utterly erotic.
He smiled down at her. “My brave lass, I am the luckiest bastard on the planet to hold such beauty and heart in my arms.”
For a moment, she blinked back tears. Then he did something with his fingers that drew a cry from her lips. His hands slicked over her tight bud, circling and teasing, quickly driving her into a sensual frenzy.
“Royal,” she gasped.
“Yes, now. Let go, my love.”
One final stroke from him and she tumbled. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting the joy explode throughout her body. For once, she didn’t hold back. For once, she let herself feeleverything, knowing she was safe and secure in his arms.
Eventually, her shudders subsided. Royal kissed her damp forehead and smoothed back her hair with such tenderness that she had to stifle a sniffle or two. Ainsley settled into his arms, trying to catch her breath and find herself after the release that had swept through her like a summer storm.
Yes, she’d felt desire before, but nothing like this. Her husband’s touch had sparked a fire that had all but consumed her.
It was earth-shattering—and thoroughly disconcerting.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. Royal tucked her close, cradling her with the protectiveness that was second nature to him. There was nowhere safer than in her husband’s arms, despite what her old, damaged self was trying to tell her.
