to her freedom.
She’d come to treasure her days and nights of undisturbed study, not wanting to lose the peace she had. If only the quiet moments would stop killing her with an incessant desire to be with him.
They both had known this day of reckoning would come. The only solution to their attraction was pleasuring each other without jeopardizing her virginity. At least for today. She didn’t want to consider what might happen tomorrow or in the coming moments.
He eased her to the blanket, hair tumbling over his forehead, his forelock enthralling her as much as the rest of him. The balmy air caressed, tightening her nipples, skimming across the dampness between her legs. Proof she wanted this moment and him. She wreathed her arms around his neck and held him close, reveling in his naked flesh pressed to hers. His skin was delightfully hot, chest, groin, and legs roughened with hair she found incredibly masculine and seductive.
He kissed her thoroughly, his tongue slipping deep. A poor substitute for his rigid shaft burrowed within her channel as she gave his thickened member a home.
She raised her hips to meet his, part instinct, part need.
He eased back, denying her, controlling his passion because she couldn’t manage to do the same with hers, proving his honor. She clung to him, wanting nothing more than to know the full extent of his desire and would have given anything for those moments, even her soul. But not her freedom to do with her life as she willed.
Any other man might have left her frustrated and wanting. Not him. He trailed kisses from her cheek to her throat and chest, at last cupping her breast, confining the soft globe in his palm. At the stroke of his thumb, her nipple tightened, the tip begging for his mouth.
He brushed his lips over that part of her, then tongued her flesh. A shock of delight raced through Sancha. He suckled her nipple as a babe would, loving her with the strength of a man.
He groaned throatily. She cradled his head to keep him at his task and ran her fingers down his back then his arms, desperate to touch each part of him, saddened she couldn’t as yet.
He latched onto her left breast and trailed his hand down her belly to her triangle of hair, exploring her at his leisure.
Currents of pleasure dashed through her, building relentlessly at him touching the fur between her legs, dipping his fingers to her damp folds. She trembled.
He stilled his hand and licked her nipple instead, biting the tip gently before he suckled once more.
Adoring his touch, needing him close, she pushed her leg to the side and exposed her sex, proving she wanted him to know every part of her.
He fitted his mouth to hers again, his desire scarcely controlled. Deep, uncivilized sounds rumbled from him that would have frightened her if they’d come from another man. His excitement stoked hers. She lifted her hips, giving him what he wanted, eager for all she’d yet to experience.
He eased his fingers down her cleft, slick with her desire. His groan sounded pleased. He touched her nub, the kernel hard and sensitive.
Jolts of heat and aching need sped through her. She gasped around his tongue.
He kissed her more deeply and stroked, increasing the delight. A curious tension coiled within her, begging for freedom. She squirmed, wanting release, yet she also fought its arrival, the delicious ache between her legs maddening, thrilling, too much for any woman to bear.
Cry after cry flowed from her, muted by his tongue.
She dug her fingers into his arm. He stroked more slowly and finally stopped to rest his hand on her thigh.
No. This couldn’t be the sum of his passion and her pleasure. When she and Isabella had spoken, her sister claimed the feeling should burst and flood to every part of her. The thrilling pressure between Sancha’s legs had already dulled and began to fade.
She pulled her mouth from Enrique’s to question him.
He rubbed her once more, harder and faster than earlier, not
She’d come to treasure her days and nights of undisturbed study, not wanting to lose the peace she had. If only the quiet moments would stop killing her with an incessant desire to be with him.
They both had known this day of reckoning would come. The only solution to their attraction was pleasuring each other without jeopardizing her virginity. At least for today. She didn’t want to consider what might happen tomorrow or in the coming moments.
He eased her to the blanket, hair tumbling over his forehead, his forelock enthralling her as much as the rest of him. The balmy air caressed, tightening her nipples, skimming across the dampness between her legs. Proof she wanted this moment and him. She wreathed her arms around his neck and held him close, reveling in his naked flesh pressed to hers. His skin was delightfully hot, chest, groin, and legs roughened with hair she found incredibly masculine and seductive.
He kissed her thoroughly, his tongue slipping deep. A poor substitute for his rigid shaft burrowed within her channel as she gave his thickened member a home.
She raised her hips to meet his, part instinct, part need.
He eased back, denying her, controlling his passion because she couldn’t manage to do the same with hers, proving his honor. She clung to him, wanting nothing more than to know the full extent of his desire and would have given anything for those moments, even her soul. But not her freedom to do with her life as she willed.
Any other man might have left her frustrated and wanting. Not him. He trailed kisses from her cheek to her throat and chest, at last cupping her breast, confining the soft globe in his palm. At the stroke of his thumb, her nipple tightened, the tip begging for his mouth.
He brushed his lips over that part of her, then tongued her flesh. A shock of delight raced through Sancha. He suckled her nipple as a babe would, loving her with the strength of a man.
He groaned throatily. She cradled his head to keep him at his task and ran her fingers down his back then his arms, desperate to touch each part of him, saddened she couldn’t as yet.
He latched onto her left breast and trailed his hand down her belly to her triangle of hair, exploring her at his leisure.
Currents of pleasure dashed through her, building relentlessly at him touching the fur between her legs, dipping his fingers to her damp folds. She trembled.
He stilled his hand and licked her nipple instead, biting the tip gently before he suckled once more.
Adoring his touch, needing him close, she pushed her leg to the side and exposed her sex, proving she wanted him to know every part of her.
He fitted his mouth to hers again, his desire scarcely controlled. Deep, uncivilized sounds rumbled from him that would have frightened her if they’d come from another man. His excitement stoked hers. She lifted her hips, giving him what he wanted, eager for all she’d yet to experience.
He eased his fingers down her cleft, slick with her desire. His groan sounded pleased. He touched her nub, the kernel hard and sensitive.
Jolts of heat and aching need sped through her. She gasped around his tongue.
He kissed her more deeply and stroked, increasing the delight. A curious tension coiled within her, begging for freedom. She squirmed, wanting release, yet she also fought its arrival, the delicious ache between her legs maddening, thrilling, too much for any woman to bear.
Cry after cry flowed from her, muted by his tongue.
She dug her fingers into his arm. He stroked more slowly and finally stopped to rest his hand on her thigh.
No. This couldn’t be the sum of his passion and her pleasure. When she and Isabella had spoken, her sister claimed the feeling should burst and flood to every part of her. The thrilling pressure between Sancha’s legs had already dulled and began to fade.
She pulled her mouth from Enrique’s to question him.
He rubbed her once more, harder and faster than earlier, not
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