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I looked around and saw his familiar mess of clothing and goblets. "Your room is a wreck," I laughed.

He raised his eyebrows and purred in my ear, "Let’s wreck it some more."

He trailed hot kisses down my neck, and his fingers worked the laces of my gown. Soon, it fell to the floor, leaving me in only a thin chemise and stay. Slowly, his lips made their way down to my collarbone and sucked on the sensitive skin there, coaxing a low moan from my lips.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the sound and started working the laces of my stay with frenzied fingers. At last, it fell to the floor too.

One by one, I clumsily worked his wet garments from his body until they joined mine on the bedroom floor. Until we were completely bare before each other.

I drank in every last drop of him, in a way I had never allowed myself to before. I wanted to memorize every inch of him, from his silky black hair to his soulful eyes to his warm, hard chest to the delicious, soft flesh where his hips met his groin.

He seemed to feel the same way. His eyes moved over me in loving awe. "You’re gorgeous, Georgia," he breathed.

I knew he couldn’t lie, but even if he could, I would have chosen to believe him anyway. We had shared all of our secrets now, and we were prepared to share our lives. I was ready to close this distance between us.

"I-I’ve never done this before," I said softly.

He stopped. "Oh?"

"I’ve done things, but not, you know, this."

He nodded. "We can go as slow as you want or not at all. You know that, right?"

I nodded. "But Forrest?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, his lips on my neck.

"I don’t want to go slow. I want to go fast. So fast."

He chuckled in my ear. "As you command, my queen. We shall go as slowly as fast as possible."

He pulled me to his chest, and I fell easily into his warmth. He tilted my chin up and captured my lips with his. I opened my mouth and welcomed him in.

Soon, we were a tangle on his silk sheets of exploring hands and eager kisses. He brought his lips from my neck down to my clavicle before reaching my breast. He sucked gently, and I moaned in pleasure.

The sound seemed to stir something within because I could hear his own breath quicken.

I traced my fingers across his chest and stomach until I reached delicate skin. I trailed my fingers right along where his waistband would have fallen.

Then I lowered my hand to caress his length, feeling him grow harder against my fingertips.

He groaned. "Slow down," he said with a chuckle. "I want this to be good for you too."

I blushed.

"It’s all really good for me," he assured me, nipping at my ear.

He ran his fingers along the silky smooth skin of my thighs agonizingly slowly until I ached for him to reach the apex. When he finally did, I sighed with pleasure. He explored my most intimate place, stroking and pressing until I was writhing against his hand.

I wanted all of him now. I pulled him to my chest until he was hovering over me, careful not to crush me with his full weight. I could feel his heart racing in time with my own.

I lifted my hips to meet his hardness.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I nodded and crushed my lips against his in answer.

I felt his heavy warmth against me, and he slowly entered. There was a small bite of pain as I adjusted to this feeling of fullness.