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she jerked and let out a sharp cry.
He doubted any man had ever given a care for her pleasure. She’d been used as a vessel for the pleasure of others. Her needs and wants had never been considered. He was determined to change all of that tonight.
Lowering his head, he nuzzled through the warm, moist flesh and tasted the essence of her femininity. It was a heady sensation. She filled his senses. She overwhelmed him.
He ran his tongue over her entrance and upward until he lapped at the little nub of flesh above her opening. She shook uncontrollably, the muscles in her legs jumping and spasming as he continued to lavish attention on her woman’s flesh.
“Bowen!” she cried out.
He glanced up to see her eyes wide and almost frightened. She was as taut as a bowstring, and her expression was a mixture of pain and intense pleasure.
“What’s happening?” she asked, her voice bewildered.
“ ’Tis your woman’s pleasure,” he said gently. “Let me give it to you, Genevieve. Trust me. Just let go. Don’t fight it. It will be wondrous.”
She sighed and relaxed, her muscles going lax. He returned to his task, determined now more than ever to bring her the ultimate pleasure.
He wanted to ensure she would be prepared for him, because the last thing he wanted was to hurt her. He was a big man, and she was a tiny lass. He’d not use brute force and cause her pain.
As his mouth found the tiny bud and he gently suckled it, he slid a finger inside her opening, testing her wetness. She tensed around him, clamping down on his finger. She was small, her passageway narrow, and it sucked greedily at his finger.
He eased it deeper, plunging through plush, satin walls as he worked his tongue over her most sensitive parts.
She twitched uncontrollably. She sighed and moaned, becoming more verbal with each lap of his tongue. Her hips bucked upward and her hand slid over his hair as if she were begging for more.
He would take her to the very edge. He wanted her desperate for release. Then and only then would he take her and possess her. They would find satisfaction together.
He eased his finger from her passageway and then slid both hands under her rounded buttocks, lifting her so that he could feast more easily on her feminine flesh.
He savored every taste, every swipe of his tongue. He swirled the tip around her opening and then slid his tongue inside, delving as deeply as he could and then sealing his mouth over her entrance and sucking.
She let out a cry and clamped her thighs tightly around his head. She twitched beneath him, and he could tell she was close to release.
Anticipation licked up his spine. He was so eager to be inside her that his movements were clumsy as he eased her buttocks back to the mattress and removed his hands.
Parting her thighs, he positioned himself between them and maneuvered himself in place atop her. Their bodies were flush, a perfect fit, her softness a perfect foil for his hardness.
“I want to be inside you, lass. I ache to be inside you. Hold on to me and set your gaze on me. I want you with me the whole way. If you want me to stop, say the word. I’ll stop even if it kills me.”
She smiled, her eyes soft with something that looked like love. Maybe it was because he wanted it to be. Maybe he imagined it. But he embraced it and held it close, hoping beyond hope that she could grow to love him in time. He’d wait forever if that was what it took.
He would have to be patient, because first she had to trust, and it might take a long time for her to overcome all the betrayal she’d been handed.
Positioning himself at her small entrance, he pushed forward only enough to lodge himself just inside. There he paused, not wanting to rush and risk hurting or frightening her.
He had but one chance to make this perfect, and he was determined to do just that.
“Breathe, lass, and hold on to me tight. I’ll be gentle and move slow. I want it to feel good.”
Her hands slid up his arms to his shoulders, where her fingernails dug into his flesh, marking him with tiny claws.
He pushed forward, entering her inch by inch. Never had he taken it so slowly or been so careful. He watched her closely for any sign that she wasn’t