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forever!
    “It is only damaged if you deny me…if you do
not fulfill your promise.”
    “I promised Sebastian,” I cried. “Not
you!”
    He shook his head and grabbed my hand,
forcing it to the crotch of his pants where his manhood surged
against my palm, demanding that I surrender. I grew weak at the
knees and had to lean against Ambroise for support.
    “You promised me, Gabrielle.” He forced my
hand to stroke the length of his covered shaft. “This cock.” He
grabbed me through the skirt of my gown, cupping my mound and
squeezing until I moaned against his shoulder. “These lips.”
    God help me! I leaned against the wall, my
legs opening against my will as he massaged my mound. I closed my
eyes, not wanting to see his victory completed.
    “No more of this game, Gabrielle,” he warned,
his voice clouded with passion. “Do you keep your promise…do you
consent to marry me?”
    I answered in the barest of whispers, my body
beginning to tremble beneath the divine attack of his hand.
“Yes.”
    “Open your eyes,” he commanded. “I would not
think you were picturing another lover touching you.”
    I did as he said, gasping as he raised the
skirt of my gown and pushed my undergarments out of his way. Pinned
to the wall, I braced my hands against his shoulders and watched
him tug his pants down his hips until his cock sprang free. The
damp spot that had built between my legs was refreshed, the new
wetness coating my lips, making me ready for his heavy shaft.
    How glorious his rod by day! I could see what
before I had only felt. The tip, heavy and plumped, its coloring a
swollen burgundy, was formed in the shape of a mushroom cap. From
there, the stalk, barely narrower than the head, ran hard and
straight to a base of dark blond curls. And the sacs that hung
below! My mouth grew wet as I remembered the taste of his seed, how
I had sucked so greedily at it, surprising both of us. Every aspect
of his physique seemed magnified and ready to rob me of any choice.
My breasts grew sore at the need to taste him again. Every inch of
flesh ached for him. Even my tongue felt thick with the desire to
dip into the opening at the tip of his cock and sample the bright
pearl already beading there.
    “Ambroise…”
    “Do not ask me to stop, Gabrielle, please do
not demand such a thing.”
    He was begging me to let him continue! Could
he not sense how hot I had become with my need of him? Did he think
my trembling to be fear and not what it truly was—an appetite grown
enormous at the sight of his thick cock pulsing such a short
distance from my sheath?
    “I was only tasting your name, my love.” I
sighed and leaned my head against the wall, offering my throat to
him as I thrust my hips forward so that my lower lips might brush
his cock.
    I had closed my eyes again and he softly bid
me to look at him.
    “Watch me fill you, Gabrielle.”
    It was an impassioned request he made, not a
command, and I opened my eyes to see the engorged head of his cock
part the uppermost split of my lips and tease the spine of my
tingling bud. Burying his shaft deeper between my lips without
penetrating me, he withdrew for a second, showing me how my desire,
wet and aromatic, coated his cock.
    “You are so moist, my love, so ready.”
Passion twisted his words into groans. “Do you now renew your
promise to me?”
    Ah, how I wanted to make him worry, to keep
him thinking that I was anything other than enslaved by his touch.
How miserably I failed at doing so!
    “Yes,” I cried out, feeling him enter me a
heartbeat later with a sharp thrust. “Only you, Ambroise.”
    Again I was crying and he kissed my tears
away before crushing my mouth with his. Salt covered his lips and
tongue, and I licked at them as he continued driving his cock into
me. My fingers dug into his broad shoulders in my fight to control
my ecstatic moans—the prospect that my exclamations might draw Mama
and Papa from the house with worried haste both terrified me