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“Felton…” she gasped, feeling the square of his hips rest upon hers.

Her husband rose on to his forearms and his blue-silver eyes—bluer than silver—gleamed down at her, the weight of his lower body holding her immobile as he withdrew and, more powerfully than before, entered her.

Esther felt every inch as he filled her, and the faint threads of pleasure began to snake their way through her body. She found her body tighten while she arched to meet him.

“You’re so deep within me…” She struggled to catch her breath, “My body is…I don’t know if I can take all of you.”

“You can, love, and you will,” Felton encouraged her. “Your body will expand, love, and soon, you’ll only know bliss.”

He continued to move inside her, and as Esther took his words for it, forced her body to relax, and as she gave herself over to him, the intimacy of their joining gave her stirrings of overwhelming pleasure.

She slid her arms over his shoulders while sinking her hands into his hair. Felton's kisses were constant, and she sucked on his tongue while her hips flexed with his. Removing a hand, she slid it over his shoulders, running it over his powerful chest and drawing her nails down his back until she found his buttocks.

She held on as they flexed. He moved more forcibly than before—and flames erupted inside her. Her hips lifted to match his rhythm, the slick friction of their bodies sending intense pleasure to her core. The restless flames of desire erupted into a firestorm.

At her first scream, Felton grinned, grabbed her hands, and pinned them atop her head. Their lips melded, slick tongues tangled, their bodies merging in a lustful frenzy and driving need. His thrusts grew faster, deeper, and even more powerfully.

The lust between grew brighter and hotter; Esther, now hungry for all the pleasure Felton’s body could give her, greedily matched his rhythm. His eyes blazed fiercely as he moved inside her.

“Good girl,” Felton praised her while watching her face intently, as if she were the only thing in the world that existed. “Work yourself against me.”

“Oh, please, Felton,” she cried, “help me…"

His thrust never slowed, “Do you want to come, love?"

“Yes! Yes!” she chanted the word until he bent his head and sucked hard on her nipple. His teeth grazed her just as the hand he had worked between them gave her bud a sharp flick.

Esther catapulted over the edge, the finishing surge of pleasure searing through her senses like wildfire. When she bucked and writhed against him, he clenched his teeth, striving for control, trying desperately to keep his savage need in check… but it was all for nothing,

A great shudder moved through his frame as Felton let himself fall in the raw chasm of pleasure. A hoarse moan ripped itself from his throat as his body flexed against hers, and she felt his pulse deep with her.

Shaken, Esther trembled under him, and a warm tenderness engulfed her heart. This was the man for her, and this was the man she would spend the rest of her life with.

Easing his weight to the side, he drew her into his arms. His body wrapped around her, warming her, calming her. They lay there together, weak in the aftershocks of pleasure. After a long moment, he lifted his head to give her a warm kiss upon her swollen lips.

Such a thoughtful, compassionate man.

Even when she opened her mouth to speak, and he cut her off with a kiss. “Sleep, love,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by exhaustion.

Rolling her eyes, Esther said, “Felton… I love you.”

His heavy lid lifted, and he smiled. “I love you more. Now sleep, we have a ship to New Holland to catch in the morning.”

THE END

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