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hungry gaze. “Beautiful,” he murmured as his
fingers trailed over her creamy flesh, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“Perfect.” When his mouth followed his fingers Sarah’s eyes flew open in shock
and quickly darkened with pleasure. She was burning from the inside out, her
body aching for someone she could not put into words.
    As
Devlin teased her nipples with his tongue her hands began to explore the rest
of his body. She trailed her fingertips with cautious excitement down between
his shoulder blades, her nails digging into his skin until she felt the muscles
bunch and quiver. Gaining confidence she reached further, skimming down across
his sides and over the flat plane of his stomach. She felt the button on his
trousers, cool and hard against her flesh, and – determined to give as good as
she was getting – slipped her hand inside.
    “Oh
God,” Devlin rasped out as her fingers tentatively brushed the length of his
manhood.
    “I
am sorry.” Sarah’s hand retreated as if she had been burned, but on a throaty groan
he captured her wrist and wrapped her palm around the hard, hot length of him.
She stroked his cock slowly, unsure of how much pressure to apply or even where
exactly to touch, but if Devlin’s ragged breathing was any indication she was
not doing too poor of a job.
    The
power of bringing him pleasure was a thrill unto itself and Sarah grew heady
with it until Devlin twisted his hips abruptly away. He braced his arms on either
side of her head, his strained expression tainted with disbelief.
    “Are
you certain you are a virgin?” 
    Perhaps
it was not the most romantic of questions, but Sarah chose to take it as a
compliment. “Quite sure,” she said, her lips curving, and Devlin captured her
mouth for another lusty kiss that left her breathless and a bit dazed by the
time he reared back and stripped away her nightgown, leaving her bare to his
gaze.
    For
a moment she was self conscious and her arms crept down of their own accord to
cover her breasts while heat bloomed across her chest. Devlin merely shook his
head and gently pulled her hands away, placing them on his now bare shoulders,
for he had removed his own clothes as well, a fact that was contributing to the
blush that spread like wildfire across Sarah’s collarbone and neck.
    “Never
hide yourself from me,” he ordered sternly, his eyes flashing blue black in the
flickering light.
    Sarah
worried her bottom lip. “I… It is just—”
    “I
want to look at you. I need to look at you.” And so began an exploration
of her body so thorough, so tantalizingly erotic, that Sarah was quite mindless
by the time Devlin was through. He left no inch of skin untouched. His hands
were everywhere, his mouth quick to follow.
    When
one finger gently slipped through her curls down there she went stiff as
a board, relaxing only when he whispered sweet assurances and began to stroke
her as she had stroked him, and oh, how different it felt to be the one
receiving pleasure. It rolled over her in waves, intensifying as his finger
slipped inside of her, gentle at first, before quickening in pace and
depth until she arched off the mattress and cried out his name.
    But
everything Sarah had felt thus far was nothing… nothing … compared to the
electricity that jolted through her body when his lips replaced his finger and
his tongue lapped at the core of her. He nibbled, licked, and teased while she
writhed, tossing her head from side to side and tangling her fingers in his
dark hair.
    At
last, only when Sarah was all but begging for something she could not put into
words did Devlin lift his head and stretch up the length of her body. He
adjusted himself smoothly on top of her, and then he was in her,
pressing ever so steadily into the tight, narrow recess of her womanhood,
whispering soothingly into her ear, stroking her hair, her arms, her breasts.
    The
pain was minimal; a quick burning sensation that vanished as quickly as it had
appeared for he had