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honeyed-friction was enough to make her eyes roll back. Taking a firm grip on her hips, he shoved his sleek cock to the hilt and then withdrew again. With wicked abandon, she arched her pelvis higher so that he rammed into her with such intensity her trembling legs could no longer grip him. Her knees parted and her legs flopped open.
Gripping her thighs, he tugged her so that her buttocks slid to the very edge of the table, impaling her further. Her toes now grazed the floor. Her thighs were still not splayed wide enough for him, and he forced them shamelessly apart. With her buttocks teetering on the edge, combined with the weight of her dangling legs, she was presented to him at such an angle that his cock found a deliriously sweet spot with each and every thrust. Through passion-clouded eyes, she stared up at him as he claimed her.
“Beckett,” she moaned.
With a groan, he withdrew suddenly and grabbed her from the table, crushing her against his chest as he roared his release. Once he'd set her back down, he braced his hands on the table effectively trapping her. His lips tipped sulkily.
No doubt she'd done everything wrong. Well she'd held up her end of the bargain, and that would have to suffice.
“You did not find satisfaction,” he said.
“But I did.”
He looked unconvinced.
“Truly,” she insisted.
Beckett, refusing to budge, remained a barrier to her clothing. Wishing to cover herself, she whipped off the tablecloth, spilling a bowl of nuts at the far end of the table.
Walnuts bounced crazily across the room. “Oops,” she said with an apologetic smile and swathed herself in the linen.
“Now you are testing my patience.”
“I'll pick them up.”
“I don't give a damn about the nuts.” He tugged an end of the linen, unwrapping her.
“Willful chit. You'll sleep without a stitch on.”
“Staying the night was never mentioned. I've earned my freedom.”
He recoiled as though she'd struck him. “So that is why you kissed me today rather than crown me the cuckold.”
“You know that I am not that cunning.” Clearly, she'd injured his feelings, and it bothered her. Squeezing past him, she padded barefoot across the room. She could feel moisture where her thighs rubbed together.
She climbed dutifully into bed, aware that she was transferring evidence of her lost virginity onto his bedclothes. A stain that would have been a source of pride for a new wife, she thought wistfully.
Signaling frustration, he raked his fingers through his hair. “Tiana, must you fight me on everything?”
“No, not on everything. I actually don't mind not picking up the nuts,” she said with a smile.
* * * *
Even after the extreme intimacy they'd shared, somehow sleeping tucked against him would be too wrenching. Her heart already ached with the knowledge that she would be forever recalling this night. She lifted his heavy restraining arm and slipped soundlessly from the bed. Draping herself in one of the fur coverlets, she tiptoed around and stealthily wheeled out the servant's truckle drawer from under the bed and crawled into it. Having barely shut her eyes, she felt herself being lifted high in the air and spilled out onto the bed. She had to laugh at her predicament. But he wasn't smiling.
Standing with his back to the fire, his muscles gleamed golden. “Sass me all you want outside of these bed curtains, but here, you obey.”
She remembered back to that infamous night when he'd serviced a bed full of women. “I did not witness this high-handed attitude when I watched you with your harem. Or were they already trained?”
He quirked one dark eyebrow. He knew as well as she that it was a ridiculous question. Those women had been so eager and slavish that there was no need for him to demand.
In a rather nonchalant manner, though his muscles bulged threateningly, he snapped the trundle bed into pieces with his bare hands, tossing the pieces at intervals into the fire.
His dark eyes were
Gripping her thighs, he tugged her so that her buttocks slid to the very edge of the table, impaling her further. Her toes now grazed the floor. Her thighs were still not splayed wide enough for him, and he forced them shamelessly apart. With her buttocks teetering on the edge, combined with the weight of her dangling legs, she was presented to him at such an angle that his cock found a deliriously sweet spot with each and every thrust. Through passion-clouded eyes, she stared up at him as he claimed her.
“Beckett,” she moaned.
With a groan, he withdrew suddenly and grabbed her from the table, crushing her against his chest as he roared his release. Once he'd set her back down, he braced his hands on the table effectively trapping her. His lips tipped sulkily.
No doubt she'd done everything wrong. Well she'd held up her end of the bargain, and that would have to suffice.
“You did not find satisfaction,” he said.
“But I did.”
He looked unconvinced.
“Truly,” she insisted.
Beckett, refusing to budge, remained a barrier to her clothing. Wishing to cover herself, she whipped off the tablecloth, spilling a bowl of nuts at the far end of the table.
Walnuts bounced crazily across the room. “Oops,” she said with an apologetic smile and swathed herself in the linen.
“Now you are testing my patience.”
“I'll pick them up.”
“I don't give a damn about the nuts.” He tugged an end of the linen, unwrapping her.
“Willful chit. You'll sleep without a stitch on.”
“Staying the night was never mentioned. I've earned my freedom.”
He recoiled as though she'd struck him. “So that is why you kissed me today rather than crown me the cuckold.”
“You know that I am not that cunning.” Clearly, she'd injured his feelings, and it bothered her. Squeezing past him, she padded barefoot across the room. She could feel moisture where her thighs rubbed together.
She climbed dutifully into bed, aware that she was transferring evidence of her lost virginity onto his bedclothes. A stain that would have been a source of pride for a new wife, she thought wistfully.
Signaling frustration, he raked his fingers through his hair. “Tiana, must you fight me on everything?”
“No, not on everything. I actually don't mind not picking up the nuts,” she said with a smile.
* * * *
Even after the extreme intimacy they'd shared, somehow sleeping tucked against him would be too wrenching. Her heart already ached with the knowledge that she would be forever recalling this night. She lifted his heavy restraining arm and slipped soundlessly from the bed. Draping herself in one of the fur coverlets, she tiptoed around and stealthily wheeled out the servant's truckle drawer from under the bed and crawled into it. Having barely shut her eyes, she felt herself being lifted high in the air and spilled out onto the bed. She had to laugh at her predicament. But he wasn't smiling.
Standing with his back to the fire, his muscles gleamed golden. “Sass me all you want outside of these bed curtains, but here, you obey.”
She remembered back to that infamous night when he'd serviced a bed full of women. “I did not witness this high-handed attitude when I watched you with your harem. Or were they already trained?”
He quirked one dark eyebrow. He knew as well as she that it was a ridiculous question. Those women had been so eager and slavish that there was no need for him to demand.
In a rather nonchalant manner, though his muscles bulged threateningly, he snapped the trundle bed into pieces with his bare hands, tossing the pieces at intervals into the fire.
His dark eyes were
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