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He caved. Anthony lifted her into his arms and took her to bed. He sat her on the edge, and she promptly went to work on the buttons of his pants.
He gripped her wrist. “Are you certain this is what you want?”
“I have no doubt.”
There was a twinkle in her eye and a slight hitch in her breath before she uttered the worddoubt. Was it his conscience warning him not to proceed, or was it nerves on Minerva’s part? She was an innocent—a well-educated innocent, but an innocent all the same.
He released her, and she pushed his pants down to the floor. She was mirroring his earlier moves. Smart minx. He’d have to go slow or he might find himself unable to control his baser needs.
Minerva scooted back and tucked her legs under her so she ended up facing him and kneeling in the middle of the bed. She placed her hands behind her. Did she know of his preferences?
She peered up at him. No. Minerva was acting on pure instinct. If she was aware of his partiality for vigorous bed sport, she’d have not been brazen enough to suggest taking her maiden head before they wed.
“You’re too far away, pet,” he said. “Come back and sit on the edge in front of me.”
Minerva didn’t hesitate. Her silk-clad legs dangled over the edge of the bed. He sank to his knees and spread her legs wide to accommodate his shoulders. Eyes locked with hers, he gave her a wink and then wedged his head firmly between her thighs and darted his tongue out to glide over her core. Her unique scent and taste burned into his memory.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he laved over her slit until he found the sensitive nub that he oh so enjoyed teasing. Minerva’s moans were increasing in volume. He slid a finger into her tight, untried channel. She was wet and ready for him.
He rolled back and stood. Instead of scooting back like before, Minerva stared down at his erect manhood and slid off the bed. Her gaze met his as she grabbed his cock at the base and began to tentatively pleasure him with her mouth. Move for move.
His cock already slick from her deep kisses, Anthony placed his hand over hers and guided it to stroke him from the tip down to the base and back with firm pressure. Her hand slid easily back and forth until he could bear it no more. He wanted to be buried deep inside Minerva.
“It’s time.” He pulled back, and his hard cock slid out of her mouth with a pop. “On the bed.”
Minerva rose and turned, and her butt brushed against his cock. He resisted the temptation to push her against the bed and take her from behind. It was her first experience, so he needed to go slow, not hard and fast. But he failed to resist the invitation to swat her bottom as she crawled up onto the bed.
She twisted to look back at him. Instead of a rebuff, Minerva gave him a wink and wiggled her bottom. He refrained. She would one day, once she was his wife, learn the consequences for asking for more.
He followed her up onto the bed and settled on his side next to the future Countess Drake. What should his next move be, knowing the minx would do something equally devilish to him?
Various options flashed through his mind. Before he could decide, Minerva took matters into her own hands and wiggled her way beneath him and spread her legs. Positioned to drive into her, he exerted the last remnants of control and kissed her until the tip of his cock was coated with her moisture.
“Ready?”
Minerva stared back at him and nodded.
He thrust forward. Damn. The minx was untried and tight. The pleasure drove him forward until he was buried deep.
Slow. Go. Slow.
With utter control, he brought Minerva to a climax, thrusting slow and deep. She clawed at his shoulders, and he spilled his seed into her.
Exhausted and out of breath, he rolled onto the bed and lay on his back, but he missed the feeling of her body against him. He shifted onto his side, mirroring Minerva’s position. She was faced away from him, but as soon as he rolled over, she had snuggled into him until her back was up against his chest. He draped an arm around her waist and closed his eyes.
Minerva was his…forever.
*
Feeling overly warm,Minerva threw off the blankets. Sunlight warmed her skin, and she reluctantly opened her eyes.
She wasn’t in her chambers. The makeshift curtains only partially blocked out the daylight.
She blinked and rubbed her eyes. She was Madame Rose and abed with Anthony. Minerva stared at the naked man next to her. He was mumbling in his sleep. She leaned down closer to decipher what Anthony was saying. A mistake, for the first words she recognized were “Madame Rose.” He was fantasizing about her alter ego.
A burst of anger rolled through her, which was utterly senseless, since shewasMadame Rose.
What the devil was wrong with her?
