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He groaned, physically in pain now, and pulled the white cotton fabric until it fell down her hips.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from the triangle of dark hair hiding her cunt, so he fumbled and the drawers got stuck on her feet.

She giggled and rested a hand on his shoulder as she leaned forward to free the offending garment.

The second she had sat back upright, he lifted her thighs over his shoulders and spread her wide.

Her sex was pink and swollen, her clitoris engorged already, and he’d barely touched her.

He looked up to gauge her reaction. She watched him with eyes wide and so dark with need they were almost black.

As their eyes held, he took her swollen nub into his mouth and sucked.

She cried out and her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

He couldn’t get enough of her. After a moment, his tongue dipped inside her, tasting her need for him.

She arched, her hips coming off the bed a little as she pressed herself against his face.

He’d do this all night for her if only he didn’t want her so badly.

He alternated between sucking her and teasing her clitoris with his tongue until he could feel his release rising in his bollocks as they got painfully tight. He let her go and came to his feet.

“There,” she said, pointing to the discarded satchel on the ground. He’d forgotten all about it.

He was aware of how she watched him walk to pick it up, her eyes eating him up across the short distance. Back at the bed, he pulled out a jar.

“Sponges,” she said.

How had she got these? It was a question for later.

“I’ve only ever used condoms,” he said. He’d heard of women using sponges, but none of the women he’d ever been with had offered.

Nor would he have accepted. He preferred condoms because they helped with disease, but with her that wasn’t an issue. “Do you know how to use them?”

“I think so.”

He opened the jar and set it on the table.

The sharp tang of vinegar met his nose. He pulled out one of the small sponges and unraveled the string attached to it.

As he did, she moved back farther onto the bed to make room for him.

He joined her there, pressing his knee into the mattress as he watched her.

“We insert it and then we can…you can release inside me without fear of a child.” She rushed ahead to say that last part, unused to these sorts of discussions.

He wasn’t accustomed to them, either. He’d never experienced this sort of intimacy before. This talking and learning each other during sex. His couplings had always been transactional. Usually, women only wanted him because he was the Duke, and when it was over they went their separate ways.

“Shall I do it?” he asked, and she nodded.

He climbed over her and she lay back against the pillows.

Once again his mouth found her nipple, sucking one and then the other until she was arching into him.

His hand found its way between her thighs and she parted for him.

She was slick and hot, anxious for him. He stroked her anyway to make certain, then he pushed a finger into her, followed soon by another when her hips started moving with him.

Finally, he pushed the sponge into her, seating it deep before pulling out of her.

Lifting himself, he looked down at her. She was beautiful.

Her hair was a mess around her, having fallen free from its pins at some point since she’d arrived in his bedchamber.

Her face was flushed with lust and her body eager for his.

She grasped at his hips and he fell forward onto an elbow.

With his other hand he notched himself at her cunt and flexed his hips, pushing into her.

Her mouth parted and she angled her hips up to take more of him, but she was tight.

He worked into her slowly, inch by inch until he was certain she could take him without discomfort, and then he thrust forward as far as he could go.

He squeezed his eyes shut at the intense pleasure of being completely sheathed within her.

They had all night. She could stay in his bed until morning, unless her mother came at some point and pulled her away, but that was the only way he’d give her up.

It was a dream come to life. She was so soft and warm beneath him.

He couldn’t stop touching her. His palm grazed her hip, her waist, her breast. He gave her nipple a gentle tug and she gasped his name.

He couldn’t stay still then if he wanted to. He rolled his hips, rocking into her, and she answered the move, her hands skimming down his back to squeeze his arse. He couldn’t stop the shot of electricity that darted down his spine and coiled in his bollocks.

“Eliza,” he groaned. “You feel too good.”

He thrust again, this time harder, and she made that moan in the back of her throat. The sound vibrated through him. He bucked against her, harder, deeper.

“Simon,” she cried. “Please, more. I waited so long for you.”

He was lost. He’d crossed the precipice and there was no going back. There was no stopping this mad runaway train they were on. He adjusted his grip to her shoulder and the other gripped the headboard. He worked his hips against her and fucked her hard and deep in a rhythm that seemed endless.

She clawed at his back and wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself to him, trying to take as much of him as she could.

She felt too damned perfect. He could feel himself barreling toward release, and they had only just started.

He withdrew to try to stop it, the hard ridge of his cock sliding over her clitoris.

She cried out again. “Simon, I need you. Come inside me.”

That was all it took. He slammed into her and she gripped him so very tight, her body clenching him mercilessly.

He took her hard, so hard that the headboard slammed against the wall brutally, but he didn’t care.

He needed her and she was coming apart in his arms, her cries echoing in his ears until he smothered them with his mouth.

Her fingernails left marks down his back.

He drove into her over and over again until her own orgasm had stilled and his began, draining him of everything he had to give her.

His life, his happiness, his future. His heart.

She held everything he was in the precious sanctuary of her body.

He fell over her and she buried her fingers in his hair, nuzzling her face against his.

He’d never felt this closeness with another person before, as if their very souls had joined.

They stayed that way for several minutes until their breaths slowed.

He wrapped his arms around her and moved off her so that he wouldn’t crush her and pulled her with him.

He couldn’t let her go. He never wanted to let her go. His body curled around hers.

“I love you, Angel,” he whispered.