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middle, baring her to his gaze. Instinctively, she tried to cover up, but his low growl stopped her.
    “Beautiful.”
    It was just the one word, but one that seemed ripped unwillingly from the depths of his soul. Before she’d fully realized what he’d said, he bent his head and wrapped his tongue around her nipple. The hot, wet rasp made her gasp and reach for him, her nails digging into his shoulder. He didn’t stop there. He paid homage to her breasts, licking and nibbling around her sensitive nipples before, finally, taking one into his mouth to suck.
    She whimpered, her back arching as any self-consciousness disappeared under the need and heat hitting her broadside. Nothing mattered any more. All that mattered was he carried on what he was doing. Big hands curled around her ribcage, holding her in place, her breasts offered up to his mouth. He moved from one to the other until she moaned and writhed beneath him.
    Letting go, he slid down the bed. She couldn’t help pouting at the loss of his talented lips and tongue on her breasts, but stilled as he parted her legs to slide between them. His shoulders were so broad he could barely fit, nudging her thighs wide. Spreading her wide for his heated gaze.
    “My lord?” She bit her lip, shifting uncomfortably. There was something wrong with her…he didn’t find her attractive enough.
    “Mine,” he growled and licked her.
    “Ooooh!” Her hips came off the bed at the sensation. Warm, rough, wet…the feel of his tongue against her lower lips was like nothing she’d ever felt before. He rumbled, the sound a vibration against her, and she whimpered. The touch of his fingers was nothing compared to his clever lips and tongue.
    He parted her folds and found the tiny bundle of pleasure hidden there to play with. He licked over and back in long, slow strokes, before flicking rapidly. Pleasure built up in her core and she clutched at the sheets, trying to ground herself. It was no good. With every lick, every deep growl, he pushed her higher and higher.
    “My lord…” She couldn’t stay still no matter how much she tried. Her hips rocked against his mouth, searching for, needing more sensation. One more stroke of his tongue, or the warmth of his mouth as he suckled her.
    He pulled away, and she keened softly, feeling the loss of his heat.
    “Shhh…I’ve got you,” he murmured as he moved over her. One hair-roughened knee slid between hers, then the other, and he lowered himself. Something hard nudged against her, brushing the entrance to her body, and she stilled.
    Her hands curled over his upper arms, holding onto him as he reached between them. Dipping his hips, he fit the head of his cock against her and pressed insistently. Her nostrils flared as her body was forced to stretch around him. Panic welled. He was too big. There was no way he was going to fit.
    “Just relax. It’ll be good, I promise.”
    She nodded, trusting him, and stopped fighting. Her body gave, and he slid into her half an inch. Her eyes widened, the feeling of fullness stealing her ability to breathe. Expression tight, he pulled back, only to surge into her again, deeper this time. Little by little, he worked his way in until he was seated in her to the hilt. He stopped, braced over her, cock throbbing in her depths.
    “Fuck, you’re tight.”
    She moaned softly in answer because she couldn’t do anything else. Her body throbbed where he was buried in her, the feeling of fullness so complete she was worried that if he moved, he’d split her in two.
    Then he did, and her gasp of panic turned into one of wonder as pleasure burst through her. The burning almost pain of his possession turned into utter bliss as he rocked his hips back and drove into her again. And again. She looked up to find him watching her, his expression hard and feral. It should have scared her, but the look in his eyes wasn’t one of rage. It was desire and need. For her.
    His thrusts sped up, becoming faster and