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He came down on her slowly, reclaiming her lips with more intensity. She should have never let him taste her; for now, he did not think he could function without having the taste of her on his tongue, infused in his lungs. He needed her like he needed air to breathe.

Sweet lord.

He was overflowing with emotions that scared him. He had never let himself feel things for fear of destroying whatever he took time to build, but now, with his lips on hers, he felt all his worries slip away.

Rhysand paused and raised his head from her addictive mouth, but she grabbed his face, easing his lips back on hers.

“I have to stop now, Sunshine, or I fear it will be impossible to tear me away from you.”

“I want you to make me yours, Rhysand. I meant it when I said it.”

He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. She would be the death of him, this woman, the light in his dark.

“If we are going to do this, then we shall do this right.”

Penelope stared at him in utter confusion, but he saw it in her eyes: Trust.

His long fingers ran down the length of her legs and over her silken stockings.

“Did I tell you how astoundingly beautiful you look tonight?” He watched his wife redden from her neck up to her face. He smiled.

His hand moved under her dress to skim her hips and thighs. The gentle massage sent currents of desire through her, and wetness she knew very little about pooled between her legs.

Slowly, he worked on her dress, peeling the layers of fabric off her skin until she was left in her undergarments and stockings. His cock hardened and tingled at the sight of her buttery flesh. His need for her was so visceral, but he would wait. He had to savor her.

One hand slid down her taut stomach to the swell of her hips, and then he paused to kiss her, whispering his love for each part of her body. While he kissed her, his fingers worked on the hooks of her stays, rubbing the bare skin of her back and shoulders. She shivered, and he smiled against her lips.

“Take off your clothes, Rhysand; I want to feel you too.”

There she was, his bold wife with her foul tongue. With a proud smile, he stepped away from her and heeded her request, slowly taking each piece of his clothing as though it were a show. Penelope’s eyes went over his body with a little gasp, and Rhysand felt his heart melt for her. She really was everything.

“What else would you like me to do, Your Grace?” He bowed his head.

“Come here and kiss me.”

Instead of kissing her lips as she asked, he could not resist her tantalizing breasts.

His lips came down on one of her nipples, which had swollen to their fullest, while his hand outlined the circle of her other breast gently. Penelope’s lips parted, with little inaudible sounds falling from her lips. Her fingers flew to his hair, tugging on the soft strands as his tongue nibbled and sucked on her hardened flesh. He moved to the bud, dealing with it the same care he had the other.

He then took off the rest of her clothing, pressing the hardness of his body on hers.

“Please…” Penny moaned but feared she did not know what she was begging for.

Rhysand’s fingers continued exploring. Parting her legs, he placed his tongue on her stomach, making a trail of wet kisses down to her abdomen and even lower. When his tongue came in contact with her wet core, he nearly went feral.

“So wet, so sweet.”So damn sweet.He had tasted her on his lips; now, he needed to be buried deep inside her sweet folds.

“Rhysand, please–”

“I cannot wait any longer,” Rhysand confessed. He had held out for so long that his cock jerked in pain. Penny pulled him closer in desperation.

So precious.He thought.

Rhysand stroked his cock a few times before setting himself between her legs.

“It might hurt, but I promise to go slow.”

He slid his cock into her tight quim, a slow penetration that set her insides ablaze in many ways she did not think was possible. A pinch of pain overcame her, but it melted quickly when he began to move, sliding in and out of her in a deliciously slow movement that sent her reeling. Penny’s lips parted as he filled her, sending more of himself inside her with every thrust.