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Delaina was lost in a haze of desire, feeling Magnus’ hands all over her, his mouth in tender places.

When he began to kiss her belly, she put a hand in her mouth to keep from screaming.

Though she’d had a man do this to her before, she’d found it horrifying and revolting when she had to pretend she liked it.

But this time, she wasn’t pretending. It was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced.

It was Magnus.

He moved lower still, his mouth now on the mound of dark curls.

Delaina instinctively parted her legs for him, and he settled his big body in between them, his mouth loving her most private core.

Delaina couldn’t help the cries of passion then; his tongue was wicked, his mouth hot, and she had never before known this act to be pleasurable.

Every lap of his tongue and she was ready to scream.

She was quickly reaching her climax; Magnus could feel her body beginning to twitch.

Lifting himself up, he gazed into her eyes, his fingers on her lips.

He was so overwhelmed that he couldn’t even speak.

All he wanted to do was look and touch and feel.

Delaina gazed back at him as he put his massive manhood at her threshold.

There was no fear, no hesitation in their expressions.

As he slanted his lips over hers, Magnus drove deep into her slick folds.

Delaina’s knees came up, her body arching to meet his thrust. Magnus groaned with sheer delight.

She was tight and hot, and he withdrew before thrusting hard again and seating himself fully.

Delaina’s pelvis rocked up against him, and he lost his control then, feeling the animal instinct to mate with this woman.

His thrusts were measured and deep, pelvis against pelvis as they matched each other move for move.

Sweat began to glisten. Magnus lifted himself up on his arms just so he could watch her magnificent body in the weak light.

It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

His thrusts grew deep, harder, as he felt his release approach.

She met his thrusts, and he could feel her tightening her walls around him, something she’d been taught to do at Margit’s brothel.

It was a way to make a man climax more quickly.

He couldn’t stop to think how she’d practiced doing it because it didn’t matter any longer.

She was his, and she was his for life now. No past, only the future.

He fell back on top of her, gathering her against him, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He could hear someone whispering sweet words to her, and realized it was him.

You are mine, beautiful girl.

You belong to me.

When she nodded to his words, reaching down to touch him where their bodies joined, he thrust hard as his climax approached.

But just as he was ready to release himself into her, she suddenly removed his manhood from her body and began to stroke it furiously.

He ended up releasing on her belly as she stroked him with an expert hand, grinding his teeth so hard that he bit his tongue.

But as his spasms died down, he looked at her in surprise.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, panting.

She opened her eyes, panting herself. “What?”

“Remove me.”

She realized what he meant. “So there will be no child.”

He knew that was what she’d been taught, but in this case, he didn’t agree with her. “You are mine forever, my angel,” he whispered, reaching down to gently remove her hand from his manhood. “If you want marriage and family, I am willing to give those to you. May I finish?”

She looked at him with uncertainty but so much hope. So very much hope. “You… you already have.”

He leaned down, suckling her earlobe gently. “But you haven’t.”

With that, he plunged his semi-erection into her, grinding his pelvis against hers and stimulating her passion yet again.

But Delaina was so highly aroused that in little time, she was climaxing around him.

He could feel her tight walls drawing at him, demanding seed that had already been spilt, but he kept thrusting gently until her spasms died down, enjoying the moment with every fiber in his body until he opened his eyes and saw tears streaming down her temples.

Immediately, he stopped.

“What is it?” he whispered, concerned. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, opening her eyes to look at him. A hand came up to his face, stroking his cheek.

“Not at all,” she said. “It is simply that… that has never happened to me.”

He wasn’t sure what she meant. “What do you mean?”

She sobbed softly, but there was joy in her expression.

“You have taken your pleasure,” she said.

“But I have never taken mine. What we have just done… it has always been something I have dreaded. To be touched like that or to touch like that… Magnus, I’ve never enjoyed it. This is the very first time.”

Now he understood. A smile played on his lips as he leaned over and kissed her lips tenderly.

“It will not be the last,” he murmured. “Tell me you’ll marry me, Delaina. I swear to you that I will do everything I can to make you happy. Give me that chance. Please.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her to him, and their hot flesh melded.

Delaina was in a haze of satisfaction such as she had never known.

Magnus was all around her, his body still embedded within her.

She never wanted to move from this state, holding him as tightly as he was holding her.

In this position, they fell into a deep, satisfied, and dreamless sleep.

It was a night to remember.