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“Allow me to take over for one moment?” he asked, his voice sounding more animal than human.

She gave one quick bob of her head, her dark curls fanning over her shoulders and covering her breasts.

The glorious sight would be forever burned in his mind. His wanton goddess.

“Forgive me,” he said, then thrust forward with one quick stroke.

“Oh!” Her cry was little more than a soft yelp, but still it knifed at his heart. Guilt ate at him for hurting her.

He forced himself to still inside her, and lifting his shoulders off the bed, pulled her down for a kiss. “Forgive me.” Other words clung to his tongue, but he withheld them lest she think them meaningless and declared out of lust. “Let me know when the pain eases.”

She blinked. “That was the pain you mentioned?” His wicked, beautiful wife grinned at him. “That was nothing.”

Oh, God, how he adored her. His warrior, his wanton tease. His ice queen who melted in his arms. In his mind, he whispered,I love you.She was perfect for him, the thought returning him to the moment—as if he could forget. Perfect was inadequate. She fit him as if she were made for him alone. So tight he could barely contain himself. And she hadn’t even begun moving again.

He swallowed, preparing himself. “When you’re ready, you can move. I’ll help you if you don’t mind.” He patted his hands against her luscious hips. He’d barely managed a breath, and she moved, the pleasure shooting up his spine and down his legs—his whole body on fire for her.

Guiding her, lifting her hips and settling her back onto him, he wouldn’t last long, but he’d give anything to make her climax again.

If he were only above her, he knew exactly what to do—the angle, the perfect spot. From her expression, he could see her grasping for release again. “Mind if I take over?” Mentally, he pleaded with her to sayYes.

When she complied—the word barely from her lips—he flipped her over, apologizing with a deep kiss, the taste of her only intensifying his desire. He had so many places he wished to taste. But they would have to wait.

He lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, then twisted his hips to thrust deep inside for the one spot—ah.

Charlotte’s lips parted, her head falling back and eyelids dropping shut, telling him he’d found it.

With each thrust, he sensed her growing closer, tightening around him. “That’s it, my wanton goddess. Let it wash over you again. Fall apart in my arms.”

She cried out again, her fingers digging into his arms.

He didn’t even mind the pain. Holding on for as long as he could while she rode the pleasure of her climax, he thrust deep and hard, hoping it wasn’t too rough for her.

And then he fell apart in his wife’s arms, admitting he was completely and hopelessly lost.

CHAPTER 32

Lost in the warmth of Simon’s embrace, Charlotte marveled at the new sensations that had racked her body. Honoria was correct. Itwaswonderful. A bit unsettling, but wonderful nonetheless.

Simon eased off her, but continued to hold her close, tucking her into his side and stroking her hair. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked, his low chuckle teasing her.

She swatted his arm. “You’re ridiculous. And don’t be so full of yourself. You simply took me by surprise.” She buried her face against his chest, hiding her smile.

He chuckled again, the sensual purr rippling across her skin like gentle waves of pure delight. “Then I look forward to surprising you on a daily basis.”

Daily? Oh, my!His words thrilled her. Not only that she also anticipated experiencing such pleasure on a daily basis, but that her husband found her desirable enough to pursue her regularly.

Soft chest hair tickled her nose, and the scent of him—sandalwood and shaving soap—mingled with the lemon of her own as if affirming their union.

“So you enjoyed it?” she asked, her fingers playing with the dark hair around his navel.

No chuckle, but a full-throated laugh rumbled through his chest and vibrated against her cheek. “Immensely. And if your fingers continue their teasing, I will want to enjoy it again, but your body needs to recover.”

In answer, she yawned. Sleep beckoned her, inviting her with open arms. And for once, she would go willingly. No night terrors would dare disturb her. Not while she felt so safe in Simon’s care. Even the distant rumble of thunder, barely audible in the quiet room, had no hold on her that evening.

Not while Simon was with her.

Simon would protect her and soothe her.

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