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Emily had seen his most twisted and dark place and her response was to confess her love? “You still want to marry me?”
“Of course,” she whispered, her fingers gliding over his scalp. “No other man would do.”
That made him smile. One corner of his mouth lifted as he sat up again. To say that no other woman would do was an understatement. He’d rewritten every rule since meeting Emily, which was why he moved to the end of the bed, taking one of her feet in his lap.
Even her feet were pretty. Soft, lovely skin, straight bones, adorable toes. He held first one and then the other in his hand, gently massaging the pads of her feet, between his hands. Her feet seemed small in comparison to his hands as he held them, letting his fingers drift higher to her ankles and then her calves.
By the time he’d reached her thighs, pushing the hem of her night rail up, she was breathing heavily, her eyes half closed, her chest rapidly rising and falling.
He leaned down, placing a kiss on the inside of her knee. “Tonight, I’m going to worship you, love, as the goddess you are.”
She gave a breathy giggle. “Hardly. I am most definitely not of another world.”
He kissed higher along her thigh. “A princess then?”
He could smell her arousal, his own body responding to her heat and the silk of her skin.
“I don’t…” But her words died as he reached her apex, sliding his tongue along her seam.
He knew that she’d made a choice tonight. She could have rejected him, found him unworthy. Emily could have any man of her choice.
But she’d chosen him.
He would worship her in kind. Skimming her night rail up to her waist, he traced her hips with his hands even as he swirled over her most sensitive bud, making her gasp. She raked her hands through his hair, tugging him closer. One of her legs wrapped about his back, her heel digging into his skin, and he growled out his satisfaction.
Her pleasure was his pleasure. He could spend days worshipping her like this. But as he inserted first one finger and then a second into her channel, he felt her clamp around him, her hands growing frantic in his hair.
He increased the pressure with his tongue, feeling her explode against him, her body spasming with her pleasure.
He was off the bed in a second, shedding his own clothes before he reached down to her night rail, pulling her up and sending the fabric floating through the air to land in a heap on the floor.
She lifted her arms to him again, and this time, there was no hesitation. He fell into her embrace, their mouths, chest, hips coming together. “I’ve never needed someone the way I do you, Emily. It takes my breath.”
“I need you too,” she whispered against his lips. “You’ve made me whole again. Better. I’m the woman I wanted to be.”
Those words touched him deep inside. The part that didn’t quite believe he was good. That he deserved her.
His manhood settled between her thighs, and it naturally began to sink between her folds, pressing into her channel.
She didn’t shy away. In fact, her legs wrapped about his, welcoming him deeper into her embrace.
He held her face between his palms, softly kissing her as he slowly sank into her warmth, using every ounce of his control to ease her into the act.
But her lips found his, kissing him with a fierce need as her hands skimmed down his bare back. “Jacob,” she murmured against his lips. “I’m all right. Better. We were meant for this moment.”
It was the we that was his undoing. They were going to face this and everything that came after together.
That was when he pushed the rest of the way inside her. She twinged but continued to kiss him as he gingerly withdrew and then pushed back in.
His body was tight as a bow string even as kept his movement slow and easy. She might wish to be treated as an equal but that didn’t mean he couldn’t kindly and gently share with her. She deserved honesty and responsibility, but she also was worthy of every ounce of his kindness and generosity. And it was hers. All hers.
It was that thought, the one where he knew he’d give her every good part of himself, that sent him over the edge of his own pleasure.
And long after it was done, he held her close to his chest, her breath evening in sleep even as he held her tight, stroking her hair.
Emily would be his forever.
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