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“I want you,” she responded.

He didn’t need any further encouragement. Frederick bent down and lifted her up hastily, cupping his hand on her backside as he did. She wrapped her legs around his hips and could feel his arousal, desperate for him to touch her everywhere.

He laid her on the bed and impatiently kicked off his breeches, while Gemma hastily removing the robe and lifted the chemise over her head. His mouth immediately went to her breasts, lavishing them with his attention until her nipples were hard and sore. She loved the sensation, the lightning that shotthrough her when his warm, wet mouth and his rough fingers sucked, teased and pulled on her.

“More,” Gemma demanded, Frederick chuckling as his hot breath met her lips.

He captured them again, their lips never parting as he reclined onto his back and she sat astride him. Their naked bodies pressed together as she straddled him, feeling his manhood bulge against her wet opening, her shyness disappearing as she ground her hips against him.

“More,” she demanded again.

“Touch me,” he retorted, bucking his hips and tossing her gently upwards. “Touch me fully.”

She didn’t hesitate, reaching her hands between their joined legs and moving lower so she was able to fully grasp him in both hands. He was rigid and smooth, the head of his shaft pink and searching.

Frederick groaned with pleasure as Gemma grazed the tip of his member with one thumb and drew slow, sensual circles under and around its ridge while grasping his shaft firmly with her other hand, stroking him from root to tip.

His eyes slowly closed and his lips parted in a soundless O, as she continued to pleasure him.

“Put me in your mouth,” he demanded, his voice gruff and full of want.

“Yes, my lord…”

With a slow smile, Gemma lowered her head and placed her lips around him, sucking and swirling her tongue and feeling the bulging ridges that lined his shaft swell as his need to release grew.

Frederick bucked his hips towards her, forcing the full length of him into her mouth as he gripped the back of her head and pushed her down on him. Gemma gripped his buttocks and sucked enthusiastically on his glistening rod as he writhed in intense pleasure at her ministrations.

He pulled away from her and shimmied into a sitting position, then picked her up by her waist and placed himself inside of her.

“You are amazing,” he moaned, bucking hard as she bounced atop him.

She loved it when he praised her. It was a heated exchange, their breaths mingling, their bodies touching as sweat beaded and their shared climax built.

“Lay on the bed,” he demanded again, this time rolling her over so she was pinned to the bed, facedown.

“Yes… my… lord,” she moaned as he hoisted up her backside and thrust into her. “Yes…”

“Yes, you take me so well, darling…”

“Oh my God…Frederick…” she moaned.

She could feel his weight and his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust. It was everything she wanted, everything she needed, and she could feel her orgasm building as his fingers slipped between her legs to stroke her from behind as he continued to plunge into her.

“Oh… I am… I cannot…”

“Yes, Gemma. You’re such a good girl,” he moaned into her ear, thrusting a few more times before his fingers pressed roughly against her center.

She shook and moaned out in pleasure, feeling him throb and release his seed inside her. Their shared pleasure melted around them as they regained their senses, molding into one another’s arms, and she fell into a restful, but short sleep.

Gemma would wake him twice again that night, eager for more of his attentions.

EPILOGUE

THREE MONTHS LATER

The day of Gemma and Frederick’s wedding arrived and the air was thick with excitement. Blackridge had never looked more alive.

The grand estate had been decorated in white and gold, with flowers from the surrounding countryside filling every corner. The ceremony would take place in the chapel on the grounds, a breathtaking structure that seemed to glow with warmth and joy, as if it too was celebrating their union.