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“I am.”
He chuckled into her skin, the rumble of it shaking her own chest. Her hands lifted, tentatively at first, for she knew if she started to touch him, she wouldn’t want to stop. Onto his arms. So big, stones that refused to flex against her touch. Upward her right hand drifted, wrapping around his neck, her fingers digging into the base of his hair, holding his mouth tight to her.
The kisses on her neck drifted further down and he tugged apart her pelisse, searching for the skin across the wide expanse of her chest. Each breath she drew a quiver against his onslaught.
His thumb swiped along the top swell of her breasts, searching underneath the bodice of her dress. Further down until he found a nipple and she exhaled a soft mewl, her back arching for more touch.
He tugged the top of her dress, short stays and chemise down, freeing her left nipple to the air. His mouth instantly captured it, teasing it with his tongue, rolling the sensitive nub along his teeth. Part pain, all pleasure.
She gasped a breath and sent her hands flying against his body, pushing off his coat and quickly unbuttoning his waistcoat. Down to his lawn shirt, she tugged at the back of it until he had to pause the onslaught on her breast to let her drag it off his head.
There. His naked skin under her hands. Heaven help her, she wanted to rake her teeth over every inch of it, lick it until the essence of him was an imprint on her tongue that would never leave her.
His fingers taking over on her breast, he worked his way upward, his mouth meeting hers in an indecent kiss that had her melting into him, her nails digging into the skin on his back to get his body closer to hers.
He stopped, pulling away from her, his eyes intent on her face. “This does not need to go farther. I’ll only do this if it is something ye want for yourself—not for me.”
“I want it.” She captured his face in her hands and locked her eyes with his. “In this moment, we are nothing to each other—you’re not paying me to accompany you. I’m not taking your money. This is just us. Just our two bodies needing to douse this fire between us.”
His mouth crashed into hers, brutally consuming everything she was offering. He wanted her in a way no man ever had. She could already sense that. Even with the fear of it, she wanted him all the more.
Her palms dragged up and over his shoulders until they were on his chest. She pushed him backward, pushed him until he moved, sitting back onto the bench opposite her.
Moving with him, not breaking the kiss, she straddled his lap, her hips digging forward, needing what was between too many layers of clothes.
She peeled off her pelisse, letting it drop behind her as his hands dove downward, tugging through the mess of her skirts until he found the bottom hem. His hands rough against the smooth of her skin, they found her calves, her knees, moving upward as he made sure no spec of her escaped his touch.
Inward along her thighs and his forefinger found her, dipping into her folds and drawing a tormented moan from deep in her chest. Her hips started gyrating, reveling in the instant friction of his exploring hands. Onto her nub, circling, and she gasped, her hands dipping down to unbutton the fall front of his trousers.
His cock spilled out into her hands, thick and hard and pulsating, and her breath left her. This was exactly what she wanted inside of her. This mass of him, demanding and taking her body to another place.
She pulled herself upward, breaking the kiss as she looked down at him. The blue specs in his eyes flashed in fire, consuming her just as much as his body was about to.
Centering herself above him, she slid down onto his shaft, her body stretching at the girth of him.
She paused when he’d buried himself to the hilt. It’d been so long. So long since she’d had a man inside of her. The pulse of it deep within her.
“Bloody hell, Juliet.” The grunted words fell rough from his throat.
“I know.” She did. She knew exactly what he felt because she felt it too.
Their bodies together were carnal flames licking toward the heavens.
She lifted herself, then dipped down, setting a slow pace that she sped. His fingers yanked down the bodice of her dress, freeing both of her breasts to him, and he took full advantage, grabbing her left nipple, then her right between his teeth, teasing them into taut submission.
Until he could take it no more and his head lifted away from her and his hips lifted with every stroke, driving up into her hard. He strained, the veins along his neck tight, his breath gasping with every thrust. To see the mass of him come—hell, she wanted it, wanted the power of him unleashed. Under her control.
She lifted her hips high, taking his cock to the very edge of leaving her, holding it there, making it excruciating for him.
She started to move downward, but his hands wrapped around her ribcage, stopping her motion, holding her in place.
She shifted, trying to slide down along his shaft. He wouldn’t allow it.
His teeth nipped along her chin as his stare found her eyes. Words rasped from his throat as he shook his head. “No. You’ll break before I will—I’ll not have it any other way.”
The command in his voice—the tortured intensity of it—sent a bolt to her clitoris, coiling it into an impossible fireball.
His right hand abandoned her ribcage and dove under her skirts, finding her folds, locking onto her nub. Four strokes. Seven. And she sank further down onto him with each swipe, the girth of him filling her, stretching her. Until his thumb swirled and she slammed down onto him, her body lost to the fire exploding her into thousands of fragments. The waves hit hard, her hips mercilessly lifting and sliding back onto his cock, each movement expanding the raw pleasure surging through her veins.
