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“I need you to move,” he whispered.
Cheeks red with exertion, her eyes slipped closed, and she sighed. “It’s so much…I feel so full…give me another second.”
It took all his restraint not to roll her onto her back and seize control. She slid her hands up his torso, stopping on his pecs. Her fingers dug into his skin as she finally rocked her hips.
He groaned. “Bloody perfect. Don’t stop.”
Her pace was unsteady, but it hardly mattered because he was on the brink of orgasm once again. She felt so good that he never wanted it to end. His body, on the other hand, wanted to explode into a million pieces. Her hand tugged on his shoulder at the same time her thighs tightened. “I…want you…on top.”
She gasped and then tugged harder.
He obeyed immediately and rolled so she was on her back.
Watching her closely, he started to move.
Her eyes were glazed with arousal, and her hips rocked against his. Movement became mindless and instinctual as he reveled in witnessing her come undone. She stiffened and moaned as her body clenched around him, and the last shred of his composure fractured, and he came so hard that he lost touch with every aspect of the world except for her.
ChapterSixteen
When the tremors of Violet’s orgasm had faded, Edward was lying on his back next to her, his breathing still audible. She turned her head, expecting to find nothing but happiness on his face, so she was quite surprised when she discovered that he looked pensive. Had their coupling not been as good for him as it was for her?
With trepidation, she pushed up onto her elbow and asked, “Are you disappointed?”
He cleared his throat, but his voice still sounded raspy when he spoke. “What on earth are you talking about?”
“Our coupling. Did it disappoint you?” Had he hoped she’d be more inexperienced? Had he hated the way she’d explored him? Had her aggression been too much?
Uncertainty clawed up her spine.
He made a sound she couldn’t interpret, and then said, “Are you serious?”
She swallowed and nodded shakily. “Quite.”
How could he not tell that she was about to become unhinged by his calmness? Why wasn’t he wrecked by their passion when she was barely holding herself together?
“Of course I’m not disappointed. I’m—” His words died, and he frowned.
She wanted to scream at him to finish the sentence. “You’re what? Why the seriousness? Are you jealous of my past experience? Because if you are, do I get to be jealous of Lady H?”
His brows drew together. “Lady H?”
“It was in an old scandal sheet—you and Lady H engaging in a torrid affair.”
His laugh startled her as he picked up his head and locked his gaze with hers. “It was hardly torrid, and furthermore, you have no reason to be jealous of Lady Hayden. Our brief interlude was over in mere weeks, and I’ve hardly thought of her since.” His jaw tightened. “She feigned an interest in me for long enough to infuriate her husband.” He squinted like he didn’t care, but his next words made it clear that he did. “Our dalliance cost me Sebastian’s respect and soured my only foray into society.”
“She played you false?” she asked, suddenly desperate to know more about his past, even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to care.
“Not entirely. Lady Hayden wasn’t disinterested, simply more focused on enraging Lord Hayden than anything else.” He rolled over, throwing his leg over her thighs and engulfing her in his warmth. “That experience taught me a valuable lesson, and my straight face just now was an attempt to conceal my utter shock. Our chemistry is almost unbelievable. I had no idea coupling could be like that, and I wasn’t sure how to react.” He moved closer until his front pressed firmly against her side. “Although now that you mention it, I suppose I am slightly jealous of any man who has touched any part of you.”
She huffed as color rose into her cheeks.
She probably appeared embarrassed, but she was not.
She was aroused.
Again.
Still.
