embarrassed. While she found no shame in physical desire, especially between husband and wife, the intensity of what she felt was still new to her. A bit overwhelming.
Her gaze slipped from his as she mumbled, “You’re getting an eyeful now.”
He curled a finger under her chin, making her meet his eyes.
“I am your husband, and I like looking at you,” he said simply. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Easy for you to say. You ain’t standing ’ere naked,” she pointed out.
He quirked a brow. “Would you like me to be?”
At her fervent nod, his lips tipped up at the corners. He untied the belt of his robe, shrugging off the fine black silk. He had a sleep shirt on beneath, and as his long fingers worked on the buttons, the vee of parting fabric revealed the hair-dusted planes of his chest. Then he tugged the shirt over his head, and the rippling display of maleness made her mouth go dry.
She blinked in awe. “You’re…magnificent.”
Knight was built in virile proportions. His wide shoulders and bulging arms were sculpted sinew. His chest was made up of taut blocks of the same, with a light covering of dark hair that narrowed into a trail over his lean, ridged belly, gathering in a dense nest around his…
Sweet Jaysus. She couldn’t help but stare at his manhood—couldn’t believe that something that huge had fit inside her. No sheltered miss, she’d had basic knowledge of what went on between a man and woman even before her first time with Knight. She’d known what part fit into where, how babes were made, and even how to prevent making them (whenever her brother Oliver had contraceptive sheaths on hand, they sold like hotcakes). Yet she’d never seen an aroused male before, and the sight was astonishing.
Hanging heavily between his muscled thighs, his male member had to be ten inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist. The fleshy shaft was ridged with veins, the thick burgundy tip dripping with his male essence. Feverish heat spread over her, and her body moistened in response to his manly display.
When he placed his hands on her shoulders, she gave a start.
“Nervous?” he asked quietly.
“More like admiring. Although, if I ’ad seen you last time,” she said ruefully, “I might ’ave gone running for the ’ills. I don’t understand ’ow you managed to fit.”
“We fit perfectly.” He slid a hand up, cupping the back of her neck, holding her to his intense gaze lit with shards of silver. “I will be gentle with you, Fancy. Always. I won’t ever hurt you.”
Then he lowered his head, and her neck arched into his hold as his lips skimmed over her cheek. He nuzzled her ear, the hot licks that followed dissolving the starch from her knees. He caught her and lay her upon the bed. Stretching on his side next to her, he caressed her flank with frank possession. His touch moved to her breasts, and she couldn’t quell a whimper when he molded her flesh in his palms, his fingers playing with the sensitive tips.
“I was right about your nipples.” He sounded quite satisfied with himself. “They are as red and plump as your lips.”
“You thought about my…um, nipples?” She didn’t know whether to be flattered or mortified.
“From the moment I met you.” He caught one rosy bud between finger and thumb, and the gentle pinch seemed to connect to her sex, her intimate muscles fluttering.
“That can’t be true.” Her tones were breathy as he repeated the caress on her other breast. “You didn’t even notice me at first.”
“I noticed you from the start. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, as a matter of fact.”
She drew her brows together. “What were you thinking, exactly?”
A wolfish glint appeared in his eyes.
“Why don’t I show you,” he murmured.
“Oh, Knight, oh you can’t…oh, that’s…that’s…don’t stop…”
With his bride’s sweet litany in his ears and the taste of her even sweeter cunny on his tongue, Severin knew he was one lucky bastard. Fancy’s reaction as he ate her pussy was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever beheld. Her initial shock when he’d put his mouth on her had turned into pure feminine surrender. Framed by her surging tits, her face glowed with sensual heat, her lush red lips parting on a moan.
God, she was beautiful. More wanton than his darkest fantasies.
And she’s mine now.
His heart and cock pounded with that knowledge. With the rightness of the choice he’d made. For better or worse, Fancy belonged to