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Perhaps that was why he had a penchant for rough intimacy like she had proposed while pleasuring him earlier in the week. It thrilled him. It made him feel closer to the man he had left on the shores of the Caribbean. But he did not like that thought. It made him question whether that was truly who he was now.
“We must return,” he whispered.
“We must,” she agreed, an echo of his words.
He knew it was because she didn’t want to voice that neither of them wanted to part. It was easier than admitting that.
“This cannot happen again.”
“And especially so publicly.”
“We have risked so much.”
He pulled back, looking at her.
And, as always, after they’d promised it would be the last time, he kissed her like he had every intention of doing it again several days later.
* * *
And he did do it several days later. Because, of course, the last time was neverreallytheir last time at all. Not when it came to Penelope and his craving for her.
He forced himself to focus on his investigation, to get his head back where it needed to be rather than buried between Penelope’s thighs, but he could not part from her. Soon, their meetings grew more frequent, and they still promised never to do it again. He couldn’t recall when, but they had started to smirk as they said it, knowing it would not be the last time.
“Edmund,” Penelope moaned above him.
He had tied her with his cravat to the headboard of Julian’s bed, and perhaps he should not have done such a thing, but there was just something wickedly alluring about taking her where he was not supposed to.
His tongue delved into her, tasting her very essence. As always, it only made him stiffen more in his breeches, but this time, he had fully undressed. There was nothing to stop him from sinking into her once he brought her to another climax on his tongue.
Edmund crawled up her body, kissing the full curves of her hips and stomach, nosing along the lines of her waist, before he finally pressed his lips to her breasts. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, relishing the taste of her skin and the gasps she gave. Even when she was quiet, her body betrayed her. She was constantly soaked between her legs, her nipples hardened at his attention, and her breath hitched in a way that let him know she would fly over that edge of pleasure almost as soon as he entered her.
And she did. Penelope cried out in pleasure after a few slow, hard thrusts that had him grunting against her mouth. He licked into her mouth as if he could taste her moans—they were the most delicious things ever, aside from her taste, and he had heard them in his dreams ever since their secret meetings began.
He made to pull out so she was not overstimulated, but she clamped her legs around his hips. Her eyes met his, so wide that only a small ring of that sparkling blue remained.
“Keep going,” she begged. Sweat dampened her hairline, and her cheeks were beautifully flushed.
Edmund stilled inside her. “It will be a lot to endure,” he told her, his fingertips toying with her nipples, gently keeping her grounded through the rougher play and stimulation.
She looked there with him, focused, even as she smiled loosely from the lust.
“I know,” she whispered and lifted her head for another kiss.
Edmund was utterly too weak for the woman—he would do anything she asked.
“Take me until I cry, until I beg to be released from the bonds around my hands if only to claw at the sheets in ecstasy. Take me until the whole street hears our coupling—until I cannot think of anything butyou.”
Edmund let out a filthy curse as he pulled out and rutted into her once. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a gasp falling free. He was letting her know that he would not go easy on her. If roughness was what she wanted, he was well-equipped to give it.
“You will tell me immediately if it is too much,” he told her.
“I will,” Penelope promised.
And with one last long, careful look at her splayed form over the pillows, her blonde hair spilling over angelically even as she requested things that were far from innocent, Edmund let himself loose. He unleashed every pent-up promise of parting from her. He unleashed every moment of need when they were apart. He rained pleasure upon her body and basked in the sounds she made.
Penelope mewled, whined, moaned—begged for more and more and more, and Edmund gave.
Thrust after thrust, he lost himself in her and watched as she lost herself to him.
