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.Can you do that?”He raised himself on his elbows to look down at her, his face taut with need.“Why do I have to be still?” She pulled him down and peppered his face with kisses.When she reached his ear, she suckled his lobe.Nicholas groaned.His eyes rolled back in his head and his balls tightened.He had to regain control over himself.He bit his lip.He didn’t want to spill his seed all over her like a callow youth.Her hands fluttered over his back like a pair of butterflies.Eve, oh, Evie.Her name wove through his brain like a half-remembered song.He wasn’t able to find the end of it and it kept repeating in rhythm with his impending release.He tried recalculating the last reading from the sextant in his head to distract himself.He buried his nose in her hair and clutched her tight.There’d be one chance, only one, to earn her trust.He raised himself on his elbows to look down at her again.His cock strained toward her.Her warmth, her wetness, the pliant womanliness of her sent blood surging through him.Her body would raise the dead, he decided.“I’m not doing this very well, am I?” she said softly.She must have sensed him drawing away to regain control.“I think you’re wonderful.”He bent to kiss her again, but she turned her head.Her mouth formed a hard line across her face, her lips turned inward as if to hide from him.“In Newgate Prison, I was witness to plenty of carnal acts.It was always as fast as the women could make it, because they couldn’t bear for it to go on a moment longer than necessary,” she said softly, trembling a little beneath him.“The women gave themselves to anyone who’d offer them a bit of food.”“But you didn’t.”“I was only there a few weeks.I guess I wasn’t hungry enough,” she said.“I didn’t want my first time to be part of some…trade.I want it to be…a gift.”“A treasured gift.It is my honor to be your first.” And last, he promised himself.“If you’ll let me, I’ll pleasure you before I take my own satisfaction.My gift to you.”A smile lifted one corner of her mouth and he dipped to kiss her there, at the juncture of moist intimacy and smooth skin.“I’m willing to let you try,” she said, her gaze darting away, suddenly shy.“You saw me in the bath.I’m no good at this.What if I…just can’t?”“Then it will be my fault,” he said.He took her mouth, delving and seeking.She opened to him, accepting his exploration, playing her tongue against his in a warm, wet joust.She moaned into his mouth.He pulled back.“Like that, do you?”“Come back here.” She reached up and pulled his head down for another kiss.He slipped a hand between them and found her breast.She was so soft, so “kneadable,” all except her hard little nipple.He had to taste it again.She made mewling sounds that tugged at his cock.Then he kissed his way up her throat, pausing to suck at the point of her pulse.She was so sweet, he could savor the smooth skin of her neck for hours, but he moved on, past her thin clavicle, back to the soft mounds of her breasts.He drew circles with his lips.He feathered his warm breath across them.By the time he finally took her tight little bud in his mouth, she was writhing beneath him.He sucked.He set his teeth around her taut nipple and bit down just enough to make her whimper.Her fingers twined in his hair, kneading his scalp, heedless of the barely healed gash and receding lump.“What should I…what do you want…me to do?” she asked raggedly.He came up for air, surfacing like a pearl diver, dragging in a sweet lungful of her arousal.“I don’t want you to do anything,” he said as he eased down and nuzzled her navel.“I just want you to feel.”She raised her arms above her head in a gesture of surrender, one forearm draped across her eyes, her artless way of shielding herself from him.Later, he didn’t intend to let her hide, but this time, it might be easier for her.With a smile, he worked his way down and laid his head on one of her thighs.From this vantage point, he could scan the hills and valleys of the kingdom of Eve.From the trembling point of her upthrust chin to the rose-tipped peaks of her breasts, the indentations of her ribs and the shallow goblet of her navel, she was all that was lovely.And farther down, the tender skin of her inner thigh, the curling hairs, the hidden folds and glistening entrance to her deepest secrets, her little nub, erect and quivering, were all waiting for him.This was the kingdom he intended to rule, the throne he must mount and keep.Not to subjugate her, but to serve her.To serve her well
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