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“Corset,” he said, moving to stand behind her and hurrying to untie it. It soon fell away. “Chemise,” he whispered the word in her ear so close to her skin that she could feel his lips against her. She shivered in delight, loving the feeling as he passed his lips down her neck and found a sweet spot at the top of her shoulder, nipping her there before she reached down and pulled the chemise over her head.
“Trousers,” she declared, turning back to face him; now, she was completely bare. He smiled, showing how much he liked her taking control too, then reached for the laces of his trousers before lowering them down his hips.
Marina was rather distracted, admiring his tall and muscled figure in the candlelight before her eyes discerned how ready he was to make love to her, standing to attention. Her attention was soon torn away as he reached for her, taking her bare waist and pulling her into him as he kissed her.
“Tonight, we shall both know control,” he said between kisses then urged her down to the ground.
She was panting as she laid back on the rug before the fireplace, feeling him move above her as he spread her legs. This evening, he didn’t prepare her as he had done before. Not once did he explore her with his fingers; he just moved himself toward her. The wetness between her legs showed how ready she was as he pressed himself into her, his hips meeting her own.
The sudden thrill of pleasure had her arching off the rug, reaching up to plant one of her hands in the center of his chest. There was no pain this time, only excitement. He rocked their bodies together, his hands planted on the rug either side of her as he thrust.
Sweat began to build on his chest as he moved, and Marina leaned back, bathing in the heat not just from the fire but from James. She lifted her legs high, wanting to know as much of him as possible.
Growing distracted, she soon leaned up and kissed him, drawing his lips down to meet hers. He pressed his body to her, moving his hips alone to continue their dance together. Each movement of his body had the pleasure stirring madly within her until it consumed her completely. Every fiber of her being seemed to sing with pleasure, longing for more, even as it basked in that thrill.
“Now, it’s your turn,” he murmured.
“Hmm?” She barely managed the sound between moans before she felt him wrap an arm around her waist. Anchoring the two of them together, he rolled them on the rug. It was a fumble until Marina ended up on top of him. She found James flat against the rug beneath her with her above him, straddling his hips, their bodies still connected.
They both fell still for a minute, smiling at one another.
“Now, you have control.” He lifted his hands away from her and laid them flat on the rug beside him, showing she could do as she liked. That power did something to her. Rocking her hips experimentally, she watched as his eyes became half lidded, enjoying their pleasure.
She moved back and forward a little then raised herself higher on her knees and drove back onto him. That sudden movement had him griping to the rug harder. Feeling the pleasure begin to spiral in her core, her movements became faster.
Needing something to hold onto, she reached out, grasping for something. James offered up his hand, driving his elbow to the floor. She took that hand, using his support to move herself.
With each meeting of their hips, the pleasure grew more, and the sweat began to bloom across his chest. She couldn’t stop though; she had no wish to as her body was hurtling toward its climax. When it hit her, it was sudden, and her body bucked toward his. A hand flew to her hip – it was his other hand, gripping her as he angled her just enough for him to rock his hips up into hers one more time. It was evidently the thing he needed, for she felt him release as he moaned her name, the effect sudden as he tipped his head back on the rug.
Panting, Marina came down from her high with her hand still wrapped in James’ own. She smiled as she leaned over him, feeling her breasts pressing against his chest as her lips found his. They kissed for many minutes, both basking in the afterglow as their lips moved slowly together.
Marina raised herself a little, just enough to look James in the eye.
“Will every time be like this?” she asked.
“I don’t doubt it.” He laughed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her naked body closer to his own. The movement had their connection rubbing together, making her tingle with delight.
“Thank God,” she whispered, moving down to place a kiss to his chest.
“Thank God for what?” he asked, distracted as one of his hands moved up into her hair, tangling with the locks that had fallen out of her updo as they had made love.
“I was just thanking Him for your resolve breaking so easily to not bed me.” She looked up with mischief, watching as James frowned. “That night I first kissed you, everything changed.”
“Thank God indeed.” The glower changed to a look of mischief, and he took hold of her waist before rolling her over, moving to be the one top. She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.
This time, he was the one to go wandering, and his lips soon created a path down her body and across her breasts though he arched his body as he did so, his core never leaving hers.
“James,” she whispered, a harsh reality coming to her suddenly.
“Hmm?” he murmured between his kisses.
“I know the Marquess is gone, but… what of the gambling hall?” Her question prompted James to pause, and he looked up at her, his brow furrowed. “It’s gone, isn’t it?”
“It is, but we can rebuild it easily enough.” He smiled broadly. “I have plenty of money to see us through, and we have recovered the money the Marquess took. We’ll start a new hall, and this time, I want your thoughts on it, too.”
“You do?” Marina said, fond of the idea. “I rather like it when you put me in control of things.”
“As do I.” He clearly understood her double meaning, for he began to lean toward her again. “I fancy being the one to take control this time though.”
