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She bit her lip and shook her head. “It feels…full.”

He groaned at her choice of words. The things she was doing to him!

He bent down to take her breast into her mouth as he slipped his hand between them, unerringly finding that small nub that had made her cry out in pleasure only moments ago.

“Oh!”

Her soft cry trailed off into an unmistakable moan. Encouraged by her reaction, he continued to tease that little bud with gentlecircles, drawing out her desire once more as he sucked on her nipple.

“Daniel!” she gasped. “Oh, Daniel!”

He could feel her getting wetter, could feel her tight channel accommodating him and squeezing him until he could hardly think straight.

Slowly, he pulled out, before thrusting back in. The soft moan that tumbled past her lips was all the encouragement he needed.

He started to move inside her in long, languid strokes, flicking her little pearl with his finger as he did so. In a matter of moments, Evie was writhing on the bed underneath him, the tips of her breasts flushed with arousal and the evidence of his attention.

“Daniel… dear God…” she moaned loudly. “Oh… oh my…”

She was coming undone at such a rapid rate, her head tossing from side to side as he plunged himself into her slick, hot passage. He could feel her release coming, could feel her clenching around him in the most pleasurable manner possible.

“You can let go, my sweet,” he urged her, snapping his hips against hers as he felt himself hovering over the edge of his own release. “I am right here with you.”

“Daniel…” she moaned. “Oh my God… ah!”

He felt her walls spasming, grasping him tight as he roared in one final thrust. Gathering her into his arms, they hurtled over the peak together as he spilled into her endlessly.

They lay together intertwined, their harsh breaths the only sound that filled the room after their intense lovemaking.

Lovemaking.

He had certainly never thought of it that way before.

He gazed down at the woman in his arms, and when she looked up at him with slumberous eyes, he let out a groan.

Evie was looking up at him with all the affection in the world.

She was spent—utterly and deliciously so.

She felt as if her bones had melted away in the face of the passion that raged between her and Daniel.

Somehow, as she lay there on his bed, in his arms, he had managed to untie the silken ribbons that had bound her to his bed.

Not that I would ever want to leave anytime soon.

She turned towards him with every intent to snuggle into his chest when a sudden soreness between her legs caused her to let out a slight gasp.

“Do not move,” he ordered her softly. “This is but your first time, and you will be feeling sore.”

She smiled up at Daniel, noting the tense lines of worry that marred his forehead.

“Haveyoubeen sore before, too?” she asked him.

He let out a slight laugh and shook his head. “No, Duchess.”

She smiled happily.

Duchess—I think I like the sound of that.