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He parted her legs, and she let him. How could she stop him when he looked at her with gleaming eyes filled with male satisfaction and appreciation? Appreciation forherbody. When he leaned down and his tongue danced over her skin, she cried out, asking him, begging him as the tension built inside her, wound her so tight as pleasure spiraled from his touch throughout her body.
Just as she felt herself on the edge of finally achieving release, he pulled back with a dark chuckle.
“Alaric!” she cried out, her hands reaching for him. “That’s not—”
He moved up her body with lightning speed and pinned her to the mattress with his weight, one hand forming to the curve of her hip as the other smoothed the hair back from her forehead. He stared at her for a moment, as if seeing her for the first time, some unknown emotion glittering in the green depths.
“I want to be inside you this first time.”
She blinked back the sudden hot tears at his words.
“I don’t know if you remember, but we already did this once,” she said with a cheeky smile to cover her emotional response.
“Our first time as husband and wife.”
What did one say to such an unexpected and tender sentiment? He gave her little time to ponder the question as he pressed the tip of his hardness against her and robbed her of her voice. Slowly, he slid inside her, her body stretching to accommodate him, her hips cradling his thighs until he filled her.
He kissed her once more, soft and gentle, before he began to move with long, slow thrusts. She met every stroke, her hands caressing his back, her fingers gliding over his face as she kissed his jaw, his cheek, his nose, his lips.
The crescendo built inside her once more, taking her higher with every touch.
“Alaric...”
“Clara.”
She burst into a thousand pieces, riding a wave of pleasure so intense she swore she saw stars. Her nails raked down his back, and he followed a moment later, burying his face against her shoulder as he shuddered in her arms.
He relaxed against her, the weight of his body keeping her pinned in place. She sighed as her fingers drifted languidly over his back, his shoulders, his neck, his skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
“I like slow.”
His words teased a chuckle out of her.
“Me, too.”
He lifted his head and shot her the most carefree, relaxed smile she’d ever seen.
One that faded a moment later as he glanced at the clock.
“It’s getting late.”
“So?”
He started to push up. “I should go.” He waved his hand at the bed. “I don’t...that is...”
She forced a smile to her face. “I understand. This was...nice.”
He arched a brow. “Nice?”
“Okay, very nice.”
He eased himself back down. “I don’t know how to be a husband, Clara.”
“I can’t say I have that much experience being a wife.” She gestured toward the door. “You were up-front with me, Alaric. I know what to expect and what not to. If staying here crosses a boundary for you, I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay.”
Even though I really want you to.
Miles had always kept a separate bed in his own master suite. She’d never woken up next to him. Not that she’d ever wanted to, not when she didn’t know if she’d wake up in bed with the charmer or an abusive drunk.
