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She watched with anticipation as he stared at her bunched-up night gown, the crumpled silk the only barrier between him and her wet aching center.

His hands lingered on her thighs causing them to clench, as weak as they were.

He lifted her leg onto his shoulder and with those golden eyes on hers, kissed her ankle.

Her breath grew slow and labored as she watched him move his way down the inside of her leg, lingering at the back of her knee when a flick of his tongue had her gasping and arching her back.

Then he was moving again, his mouth on the inside of her trembling thigh, his hand on the outside holding it steady on his strong shoulder.

If he was going to do the same on her other leg she would combust on the spot.

He moved higher and higher, her breath coming harder until she was panting, her hands clenched in the linen, her gaze fixed on that hypnotic mouth.

Was he going to stop before he reached her mound?

Did she want him to? As sensitive as she felt down there she was desperate for any pressure to ease the ache, but could she bear it?

A gasp flew from her lips as he pressed his face just there, over her nightgown breathing her in with a groan that rumbled through her.

“Oh God.” The words tumbled out unheeded and her thighs clenched again until she realized where they were. His poor head . She gasped and tried to sit up, reaching for him. “I’m sorry.”

His answering smile had her mouth going dry.

“Don’t apologize,” he said as his hand clenched in the material at her hips and with one jerk pulled it past her hips, before pulling it down her legs.

He shifted them together until her nightgown was floating behind him to land on the floor and then he returned them to their places on either side of his hips.

His hand slid up the top of her thighs to the curve of her hip, before one palm rested on the curls covering her sex.

“Leo,” she panted, “what—”

“Stay there devika,” he growled. “Don’t move.” Then he bent his head, his fingers parting her folds and pressed his mouth directly to her wet pulsing center.

It was almost a warning, but it wasn’t enough to prepare her for her body’s reaction to what had to be his tongue dragging across her intimate flesh, or his lips suckling on the throbbing nub of flesh that set her aflame.

The sensation was indescribable, like molten waves of pure pleasure cascading over every nerve in her flesh, building with every caress of his tongue, every pull of his soft lips on her throbbing, weeping flesh.

Her thighs tightened on his ears again but before she could gasp out an apology his free hand had tightened on her leg, as if wanting her to draw him closer to her.

He slid two fingers inside her and curled them up to press against the front wall of her core and she arched her back against a fresh, stronger current of desire.

She churned her hips against his mouth riding his fingers, fisting the sheets near her head, as she called out in ecstasy or desperation as tension escalated at an alarming rate.

His answering groan rumbled through her and a supernova of rapture swept through her with overwhelming force, leaving her a shivering, incoherent mess.

Then he was moving over her wrapping her legs around his waist. His arm wrapped around her waist, and he picked her up, moving her further up the bed, and following until he was stretched out above her.

His trousers were gone now, she could feel the bare skin of his firm bottom against her calves.

She was almost annoyed that she didn’t get a chance to see the rest of him, but then she felt his iron length at her entrance and a smile floated onto her face.

In two thrusts he was sheathed inside her, thick, deep and warm, his firm lower stomach pressed flush with hers.

Her hands settled on his shoulders as she luxuriated in being filled by him once more.

At last. As if he was finally back where he was always supposed to be.

After a few moments she realized he wasn’t moving.

Opening her eyes, she was graced with the sight of him, framed by the firelight, some sleek, dark god of love his eyes burning with love and desire.

This was her husband. Every nightmare she’d feared had been avoided.

Reaching up she touched his face in wonder, and he nuzzled into her palm.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, and he shook his head.

“I was going to ask if you were alright,” he said. “It’s only you second time doing this after all.”

She smiled. “I’m well enough. But if you would be so kind husband, I think you could make it even better.”

He snickered and shook his head. “You are such a brat,” he murmured before leaning down to kiss her, but his hips began to move and soon he was moving within her in a steady powerful rhythm that left her gasping while she tried to match him stroke for relentless stroke.

She moved her hands down his chest, over his sides to grab his back and pull him closer.

She loved the way his muscles shifted under her hands as he braced above her.

Loved how powerful his body was and how effectively he used it to please her.

That wonderful tension was building between her legs again, but slowly. Too slowly.

She moved one hand down his back until it curved around a hard curve of muscle.

On his next thrust she pulled him closer, and she felt his gasp against her mouth as she moaned.

He was so much deeper inside her now, more so than she ever could have thought possible.

He lifted his head to catch her eyes, still moving at that tantalizing but intense, his eyes searching hers.

“Devika,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

“More, Leo, please,” she pleaded. He shifted his arms under her back, and one hand closed around the back of her neck while the other gripped her waist. She lost her grip on his backside which wasn’t ideal, but then his pace quickened, and all she could do was hold onto his shoulders and kiss him back desperately between moans.

His hold on her body gave him the perfect brace to plunge himself deep and hard like she wanted.

His arm around her waist tilted her back just enough that he was hitting that ideal spot within her while his pelvis rubbed against her pressing perfectly against that button of needy flesh that ached for pressure.

She let her head fall back against the bed moaning deliriously, as her body began the climb to rapture, tightening around him.

His hand on the back of her neck tightened as he pressed suckling kisses to her throat groaning into her skin.

The air in her lungs was thin and hot, the ache inside her was so much bigger, so much stronger than ever before until it burst into a sudden crescendo of light.

She arched desperately into his body, her fingertips digging into his shoulders in a desperate bid for security.

His grip on her body tightened almost painfully, as he stroked into her harder, calling out against her shoulder as he shuddered. A high thin whimper like a cat filtered through the haze of gold in her mind as she returned to herself, slowly relaxing under him into the mattress.

Was that her? Was she making that noise?

She heard a muffled whisper yes, Christ yes, and she smiled, leaning her cheek against his temple.

She was a sweaty and perfectly undignified mess; she could already feel the ache in her thighs setting in from her hold on the shivering man above her. Her man.