said, his mouth hovering over hers. “Push me away.”
She lifted her hands to his shoulders, intent on doing just that. But as they rested there, as she stared up into his face, she couldn’t find the strength, couldn’t find the words. Not when she wanted him so very desperately. Not when she loved him so deeply.
“Please,” she murmured as she clenched his shoulders.
“Push me away,” he repeated, his tone rough and breathless.
She gasped out a sob. “I can’t.”
“I didn’t think so,” he murmured. Then he kissed her again.
There was purpose to the kiss. Drive that she couldn’t deny. All she could do was open her mouth to him, open her body to him, surrender all her good intentions and her resistance.
He took them more than willingly, grinding against her as he took her lips. Her body responded to his roughness, arching toward him, her sex growing hot, wet, her nipples hardening beneath her thin nightgown.
“Now tell me you want me,” he ordered her, pulling away from her lips to stare down at her.
She shook her head. “This is so unfair.”
He arched a brow. “More unfair than sending me a letter telling me you don’t want to marry me when you know we will be happy? When you know we both want this?”
“You don’t understand,” she pleaded, her eyes fluttering shut as he ground against her again and her sex throbbed in the most powerful way.
“And when I’m done claiming you, I intend to hear your explanation,” he growled. “But first, tell me you want me.”
“I want you, I want this ,” she whispered, going limp beneath him because she couldn’t fight him anymore. Couldn’t fight the truth. Couldn’t fight her body’s growing needs.
He rolled away from her just long enough to tug her nightgown up. She sat up and let him yank it away, leaving her naked before him. She blushed as he stared, but lifted her chin and forced herself to remain still beneath his scrutiny.
“By God, you are divine,” he murmured. “Even better than I pictured. And I want you to look at me, Mary.”
She did it even though it was hard to keep eye contact with him when he was so close, so hot, so distracting. “Yes?”
“I’m going to make you mine tonight. It will be like what happened at the ball last night, but with my body, not just my fingers. I don’t want you to escape the future we have planned.”
“Edward—” she began, intent on explanation, but he ignored the plea and cupped her sex, cutting off her words as he gently massaged the already sensitive flesh.
His fingers were magic, just as they had been the night before when he first gave her pleasure. Her words and thoughts and protests fell away, her mind and body only attuned to the sensations that began to mount in her.
He leaned over her as he continued to stroke his fingers over her sex, and suddenly his hot, wet mouth latched over her nipple. She squealed softly at the unexpected sensation and her sex rippled with the precursors of release.
“So responsive,” he murmured before he swirled his tongue around her nipple. “And so sweet. Are you so sweet everywhere?”
She stared down at him at the question, not understanding it or why his words made her hips arch just a little more. He chuckled before he slid his mouth down her body, over her hip, and finally let his lips join his fingers at her center.
He traced her with his tongue and she jolted, eyes wide, at the intimate intrusion. He delved into the act, kissing her slit like he had so often kissed her lips. He held her steady with one hand while he breached her with two fingers of the opposite hand and licked her mercilessly through it all.
The pleasure mounted and suddenly, with little warning, starbursts exploded, her sex shuddered, pleasure won its war with anticipation, and she came. She turned her head into the pillow, letting her cries of release be buried in the fabric and feathers.
As the little tremors faded, he kissed his way back up the apex of her
She lifted her hands to his shoulders, intent on doing just that. But as they rested there, as she stared up into his face, she couldn’t find the strength, couldn’t find the words. Not when she wanted him so very desperately. Not when she loved him so deeply.
“Please,” she murmured as she clenched his shoulders.
“Push me away,” he repeated, his tone rough and breathless.
She gasped out a sob. “I can’t.”
“I didn’t think so,” he murmured. Then he kissed her again.
There was purpose to the kiss. Drive that she couldn’t deny. All she could do was open her mouth to him, open her body to him, surrender all her good intentions and her resistance.
He took them more than willingly, grinding against her as he took her lips. Her body responded to his roughness, arching toward him, her sex growing hot, wet, her nipples hardening beneath her thin nightgown.
“Now tell me you want me,” he ordered her, pulling away from her lips to stare down at her.
She shook her head. “This is so unfair.”
He arched a brow. “More unfair than sending me a letter telling me you don’t want to marry me when you know we will be happy? When you know we both want this?”
“You don’t understand,” she pleaded, her eyes fluttering shut as he ground against her again and her sex throbbed in the most powerful way.
“And when I’m done claiming you, I intend to hear your explanation,” he growled. “But first, tell me you want me.”
“I want you, I want this ,” she whispered, going limp beneath him because she couldn’t fight him anymore. Couldn’t fight the truth. Couldn’t fight her body’s growing needs.
He rolled away from her just long enough to tug her nightgown up. She sat up and let him yank it away, leaving her naked before him. She blushed as he stared, but lifted her chin and forced herself to remain still beneath his scrutiny.
“By God, you are divine,” he murmured. “Even better than I pictured. And I want you to look at me, Mary.”
She did it even though it was hard to keep eye contact with him when he was so close, so hot, so distracting. “Yes?”
“I’m going to make you mine tonight. It will be like what happened at the ball last night, but with my body, not just my fingers. I don’t want you to escape the future we have planned.”
“Edward—” she began, intent on explanation, but he ignored the plea and cupped her sex, cutting off her words as he gently massaged the already sensitive flesh.
His fingers were magic, just as they had been the night before when he first gave her pleasure. Her words and thoughts and protests fell away, her mind and body only attuned to the sensations that began to mount in her.
He leaned over her as he continued to stroke his fingers over her sex, and suddenly his hot, wet mouth latched over her nipple. She squealed softly at the unexpected sensation and her sex rippled with the precursors of release.
“So responsive,” he murmured before he swirled his tongue around her nipple. “And so sweet. Are you so sweet everywhere?”
She stared down at him at the question, not understanding it or why his words made her hips arch just a little more. He chuckled before he slid his mouth down her body, over her hip, and finally let his lips join his fingers at her center.
He traced her with his tongue and she jolted, eyes wide, at the intimate intrusion. He delved into the act, kissing her slit like he had so often kissed her lips. He held her steady with one hand while he breached her with two fingers of the opposite hand and licked her mercilessly through it all.
The pleasure mounted and suddenly, with little warning, starbursts exploded, her sex shuddered, pleasure won its war with anticipation, and she came. She turned her head into the pillow, letting her cries of release be buried in the fabric and feathers.
As the little tremors faded, he kissed his way back up the apex of her
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