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him.
He stared as her fingers closed around him and let out a long, low groan at the feel of her soft fist clenching around his hard cock. She looked up as she stroked him once, twice.
“Much more of that and I’ll be unmanned,” he growled, reaching down to catch her wrist and slow the movement of her wicked hand. “And I want to feel you around me before that happens.”
He pulled and brought her to her feet. He kissed her, letting her taste the remnants of her own pleasure on his lips. She murmured incoherent sound of pleasure and need against his tongue between the hard, heavy kisses she met him with.
It was too much. Control shattered and he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed her back against one of the thick, wooden support beams that held the gazebo roof above them. She hissed out pleasure as he readjusted himself against her slick and welcoming entrance and then pushed.
She opened to him, welcoming him into her heat as he took her in one long stroke. And then he held perfectly still, enjoying the clenching sweetness of her channel around his hard cock, breathing in long, hard breaths that matched her own pants of anticipation and pleasure.
“Please,” she whispered as she pressed her lips to his bare throat. “Please.”
He thrust again, again, harder, faster, driving himself into her, taking her in every sense of the word. But she was no shrinking flower. She rode at the same pace that he set, meeting his strokes with her own. Their mouths merged, warring and surrendering in equal measure. Her breasts rubbed his bare chest, her thighs clenched around his hips. Finally, she dipped her head back, her body tensing and quivering around his and let out a keening cry that cut through his body, through his soul. With great reluctance, he pulled free of her and his seed splashed between them as he gave an animal grunt of release.
Chapter Seven
For a long moment, the only sounds around them were the soft chirps of crickets and the even fainter remnants of the music at the main house. Then Lucinda looked at him and Rage realized he still had her pinned against the support beam of the gazebo. She blushed, turning her face as he set her on her feet and steadied her before he released her and took a reluctant step away.
She was even more beautiful in this moment than she had been before. Her blonde hair was disheveled and fell around her face in loose bouncing curls, her skin was flushed with self-awareness and the remnants of release and she remained naked. Perfect. And she had just been his, if only for a brief moment. His .
“Here.” He dug a handkerchief from his discarded jacket pocket and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she said as she took the item and wiped away the evidence of his release from her bare skin.
With another blush, she bent and picked up her discarded gown, freeing the chemise and shaking away the dust and twigs the fabric had gathered from the gazebo floor before she held it up to herself as some kind of shield.
He picked up his own pants and pulled them on. When he was covered, she seemed more relaxed and set her gown aside to pull her chemise over her head. The dress was next, a wrinkled bit of proof of what they had just done.
“Let me,” he said as she struggled to button herself. He turned her and refastened her gown as deftly as he had unbuttoned it just a short time before. When he was finished, she turned back toward him with another blush.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “Y-You are very good at that. Certainly more experienced than I am.”
Rage tilted his head. Was that her fear?
“My life has been markedly different than yours, Lucinda.” He shrugged. “But trust that what we just shared is nothing like anything else I’ve ever experienced.”
She smiled but then the expression faded. Rage wrinkled his brow with worry.
“Do you have regrets?” he asked, almost fearing the answer. “About what happened between us?”
She
He stared as her fingers closed around him and let out a long, low groan at the feel of her soft fist clenching around his hard cock. She looked up as she stroked him once, twice.
“Much more of that and I’ll be unmanned,” he growled, reaching down to catch her wrist and slow the movement of her wicked hand. “And I want to feel you around me before that happens.”
He pulled and brought her to her feet. He kissed her, letting her taste the remnants of her own pleasure on his lips. She murmured incoherent sound of pleasure and need against his tongue between the hard, heavy kisses she met him with.
It was too much. Control shattered and he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed her back against one of the thick, wooden support beams that held the gazebo roof above them. She hissed out pleasure as he readjusted himself against her slick and welcoming entrance and then pushed.
She opened to him, welcoming him into her heat as he took her in one long stroke. And then he held perfectly still, enjoying the clenching sweetness of her channel around his hard cock, breathing in long, hard breaths that matched her own pants of anticipation and pleasure.
“Please,” she whispered as she pressed her lips to his bare throat. “Please.”
He thrust again, again, harder, faster, driving himself into her, taking her in every sense of the word. But she was no shrinking flower. She rode at the same pace that he set, meeting his strokes with her own. Their mouths merged, warring and surrendering in equal measure. Her breasts rubbed his bare chest, her thighs clenched around his hips. Finally, she dipped her head back, her body tensing and quivering around his and let out a keening cry that cut through his body, through his soul. With great reluctance, he pulled free of her and his seed splashed between them as he gave an animal grunt of release.
Chapter Seven
For a long moment, the only sounds around them were the soft chirps of crickets and the even fainter remnants of the music at the main house. Then Lucinda looked at him and Rage realized he still had her pinned against the support beam of the gazebo. She blushed, turning her face as he set her on her feet and steadied her before he released her and took a reluctant step away.
She was even more beautiful in this moment than she had been before. Her blonde hair was disheveled and fell around her face in loose bouncing curls, her skin was flushed with self-awareness and the remnants of release and she remained naked. Perfect. And she had just been his, if only for a brief moment. His .
“Here.” He dug a handkerchief from his discarded jacket pocket and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she said as she took the item and wiped away the evidence of his release from her bare skin.
With another blush, she bent and picked up her discarded gown, freeing the chemise and shaking away the dust and twigs the fabric had gathered from the gazebo floor before she held it up to herself as some kind of shield.
He picked up his own pants and pulled them on. When he was covered, she seemed more relaxed and set her gown aside to pull her chemise over her head. The dress was next, a wrinkled bit of proof of what they had just done.
“Let me,” he said as she struggled to button herself. He turned her and refastened her gown as deftly as he had unbuttoned it just a short time before. When he was finished, she turned back toward him with another blush.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “Y-You are very good at that. Certainly more experienced than I am.”
Rage tilted his head. Was that her fear?
“My life has been markedly different than yours, Lucinda.” He shrugged. “But trust that what we just shared is nothing like anything else I’ve ever experienced.”
She smiled but then the expression faded. Rage wrinkled his brow with worry.
“Do you have regrets?” he asked, almost fearing the answer. “About what happened between us?”
She
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