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over hers again in a blistering kiss. He settled between the voluminous folds of her skirt and she growled, her legs fighting against the heavy fabric, hungry for the feel of him.
    “Violet,” he whispered into her mouth, and the hoarse sound of her name from him undid her. Something snapped then—a fine thread of control severed. Everything became frantic and feverish.
    She dragged her palms down his back and gripped his backside in a desperate move to pull him closer, to bring him against that aching part of her.
    He cursed and lifted off her. Instantly she felt bereft, aching until she realized his intent was to remove the last of her garments. She responded to the swift pressure of his hands directing her to turn one way and then another as he stripped the last of her clothes off.
    Then she was naked.
    Not even Josie had seen her bared in such a way. So exposed and vulnerable. He sat back a moment to observe her, raking her with eyes that burned, scalding her everywhere they looked.
    Propped up on her elbows, she was panting, gasping, and shaking on the bed. The urge to cover herself was there—but not nearly as strong as the urge to have him over her again—his mouth, his hands, all of him.
    “W-Will?” she queried, bewildered at his utter stillness.
    His gaze fastened on her face. “You’re beautiful, Vi.” His throat worked as he swallowed. “And you’re mine.”
    He hopped off the bed in one swift move and divested himself of his trousers. She hardly had time to look her fill of him before he was back over her, his smooth, firm flesh surrounding and sliding against her.
    She gasped at the sensation, the shock of a man naked . Against her. He slid down her body, his mouth everywhere, at her breasts, her stomach, her hips, then lower. There .
    She clutched fistfuls of his hair, arching up off the bed with an astonished cry. “Will, what are you doing—”
    He splayed a hand on her belly, pushing her back down on the bed, his lips moving against her. “Tasting you,” he growled, his tongue working against her and doing delicious, impossible, improper things that left her writhing on the bed. Her hands groped, searching for something to hang on to.
    Then his fingers were there, too, stroking her, finding that secret, buried spot and rubbing it in circles, pinching it, squeezing until small, unrecognizable sounds erupted for some place deep within her.
    He added his mouth again and sucked that tiny button between his lips, scraping it with his teeth until she came apart, until she shuddered and cried out as great ripples of sensation claimed her.
    He came back over her then, his bigger body a hard, wonderful weight on hers even though he braced himself on his elbows on either side of her head. His expression was both tender and feral as he stared down at her, smoothing the hair back from her face.
    He held her gaze as he settled between her thighs, nudging them wider.
    Her stare fluttered down, scanning the tops of his broad shoulders.
    “Look at me.”
    At the whispered command, her eyes snapped back to his stormy gaze.
    “It’s going to hurt for a moment.”
    She nodded, not fully comprehending his words, only lifting her hips instinctively as he she felt him pushing inside her.
    She closed her eyes, her head falling to the side, throat arching as she felt him inch in, stretching and filling the aching core of her.
    “Open your eyes. Look at me, Violet.”
    Opening her eyes, she was instantly snared in his intense blue stare. There was no part of her that didn’t feel claimed and possessed by this man.
    And he wanted that, she realized as his palms flattened with hers, pinning them above her head, their fingers lacing together. She didn’t care. She wanted it, too. This. Him.
    He drove deep, lodging himself inside her, breaching her maidenhead. The pain was fleeting. She was too awed by the sensation of him buried inside her, the pulse and pressure of him within her.
    He held himself there, watching