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“Watch me?”

“Do it.” Charles licked up an inner thigh, his gaze locked on hers as she stroked herself. “I could watch you do this all day.” His hand fisted his cock, and he rubbed himself, following her rhythm which made a sting flare through her. Their breathing grew louder, heavier.

He leaned down, and his tongue, hot and wet, swiped at her fingers, licking her there where she worked. On a cry, her pelvis arched up, seeking more of him. His tongue lashed down her slit to her backside. As she continued to tease her nub, he slid his fingers inside her wet cunt and stroked. “Don’t stop, Georgie. Don’t stop.”

He increased his tempo, his fingers churning inside her, coaxing a new intense pleasure from her body. Trembling, she cried out. She knew not where she began and where she ended.

Raising himself over her, he removed his fingers, slapped her hand out of his way, and drove inside her, filling her with one deep thrust.

She cried out, her head knocking back. The world stopped.

His lips brushed hers. “You feel my cock inside you, Georgie?”

“I do…” She squirmed underneath him, relishing his weight upon her, the heat of his wet skin on hers. Her body was desperate. It wanted more, she wanted more. More sensation. More of Charles inside her.

“Look at me, love. Look at me.”

Her gaze found his as his slow, steady thrusts built that profound pressure in her body.

“Touch yourself again. This way you shall add to your pleasure as I take your cunt, and your release will be even more powerful.”

On a small moan, she did as he directed. The lewd sounds of her fingers sliding through her wet flesh made her lust explode.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl.” His body pounded into hers. “You’re all mine now, all mine.”

She melted utterly at his words. “And you are mine,” she gritted out as her legs tightened around his hips, keeping him close.

He drove into her hard and fast. “Yours. Yours. Oh damn, Georgie…” he grunted, his cock throbbing inside her.

Helpless in his grip, powerful in his grip, submitting all that she was to him, giving him all that he wanted. There was equality in their claiming. Equal need. A hunger that fed the other’s. He was an animal consuming, coming to life. Giving her life.

She couldn’t think, only feel, and she gave in, giving herself over to sensation. She could take no more. The pleasure tore through her body, and his name ripped from her lips.

Now she was truly his.

ChapterThirty-Three

Charles

Charles stretched out his body.Opened his eyes to the sun’s glare peeking through the openings in the curtains. The pillows next to him bore the indentation of another person’s head.

He grinned.His wife.

They had enjoyed each other last night. Just as he’d thought, she was not timid but eager to learn. Eager to feel.

And he’d allowed himself to feel it all with her.

He half hoped she’d still be in his bed when he woke, but she’d left. Another thing she assumed wives did, he was sure. Retreat to their own bedchambers to recover after their husbands were done with them.

He’d never actually fallen asleep with a woman before he and Georgina had shared a bed at the inn on the way home from London. Why would he have? That had never been the point of his philandering with ladies. The point was to enjoy her to the fullest and get the hell out because he didn’t want to be drawn into conversations afterward nor caught by a husband.

Spitting in his hand, he gripped his hard length and stroked quickly, his hips pulsing. Right now, he wanted to be caught by Georgina.

He wanted to see her response. Feel her eager touch. Feel her fierce determination to please him, to explore, to learn.

Swiving had always been a one-way pursuit for him from the very beginning.

But with Georgie, dear God, Georgie…it was different. It was an experience. Every kiss, suckle, bite, stroke, pinch, nip earned him a delicious moan, sigh, gasp, tighter grip, a cry, a breathy plea for more.

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