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himself to the hilt in her molten heat.
    Wrapping one arm about her hips and the other about her shoulders, he twisted until she lie beneath him. With one booted foot on the floor and the other braced against the arm of the settee—God, he hoped it proved sturdy—he slid his arms from beneath her. With his right hand, he grabbed the arm of the settee above him, while he cupped her bottom with his left hand. He squeezed the firm muscles of her ass, a rider’s bottom, and a pleasant one. The urgent need to brand her as his had him holding her still as he retreated from her cunny…and thrust another inch or two deeper, and all the while he plundered her sweet mouth.
    When they had more time, he would definitely use his lips and tongue to explore her body.
    He rolled his hips and slid deeper still. Would her nipples be like ripe strawberries?
    He swallowed her little mewl on his next retreat and return. Would her juices taste as rich as she smelled?
    He groaned, and clingy resistance caressed every inch as he buried all but an inch or so of his throbbing cock deep inside her.
    Her breath caught and he broke the kiss. Resting his forehead on hers, he asked, “How long has it been?”
    Her eyes fluttered open. “Hmm?” She slid her hands beneath his riding jacket and tugged the linen of his shirt from the back of his breeches. With the tips of her fingers, she skimmed the muscles of his back. He repressed a shudder, then a flinch when she dug her fingernails into the skin. “Gareth, please.” She canted her hips forward.
    Long enough, apparently. He withdrew then plunged back inside, gritting his teeth when her muscles resisted before yielding. His breath caught as he pulled out once more and thrust back, hard, breaking through the last bit of resistance, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
    Annabelle’s eyes widened, her mouth forming an O. She arched her back and scored her nails in deeper.
    What the hell? Though his balls tightened, demanding he ride her hard, he paused. “Did I hurt you?”
    She inhaled a shuddery breath.
    Either it really had been a long time since she’d lain with a man, or—
    “I’m fine.” She tilted her hips and her juices coated his cock as her muscles relaxed, inviting him yet even deeper. “Don’t stop.”
    A low groan tore from his throat as he withdrew slightly. Then he once more buried himself balls deep. He dug his fingers into the brocade of the settee. He didn’t know how long he’d last at this rate. Her silky, snug pussy milked his pulsing cock.
    “Yes,” she hissed. She moved her hands restlessly across his back and tilted her hips. “More.”
    His Belle was a wanton, and he’d give her exactly what she craved. Need tightened his balls. He let the excited whimpers issuing from Belle’s throat set the tempo. Fast and hard.
    The settee beneath them creaked. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the arm tighter, driving into her heat harder. His balls drew up. He retreated, intent on spilling his seed outside her body.
    Her hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers digging deep. “Don’t go.” Her muscles tightened. “I need…”
    He stilled and sucked in a deep breath.
    She rotated her hips.
    “Don’t,” he ground out.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he slid deeper. Locked legs—strength no doubt garnered from years in the saddle—prevented his withdrawal. She swirled her hips faster and faster. “Yes. Yes.” Her back arched and her cunny gripped his cock with rhythmic contractions. “Yes!”
    “No!” He tried to pull out, but it was too late. His seed erupted, pulsing in time to her spasms, filling her channel. His leg kicked out. He grasped the settee and the taut muscles of her ass harder. The settee let out a loud squeak of protest, and then collapsed beneath them.
    He rolled to the side as the last drop squeezed from his cock. A primal satisfaction roared deep inside him even as concern for Annabelle made him ask, “Are you all right?” He