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She gladly opened for his tongue and welcomed him inside her mouth as she writhed against him. Her skin was too sensitive to the touch; a little graze could set her aflame. Only all that fire went down to her center, aching and crying to be filled.

“Tell me,” he insisted against her lips. “Tell me what you want?”

“I want…” Her throat went dry again as he moved to kiss her neck, then nibbled gently on her ear. “I want something.”

He chuckled and looked into her eyes. “Tell me.”

She couldn’t tell him. She didn’t know how. All she could do was arch her back and press her pelvis even more firmly against his body. She rubbed herself against him and moaned as his shirt caught on a sensitive part of her, more sensitive than any other part of her.

Adam touched a fingertip to the middle of her chest and traced a fiery path down until he caught her belly button. “Here?”

Beatrice squirmed. How come his touch awakened the parts of her she didn’t know could feel? Something bloomed inside her belly and spread to her entire body. But a large ache settled down at her center where she needed his touch. “No,” she gasped.

And off his finger went, trailing another burning path down her body. He stopped just above the damp curls hiding what the erotic books she’d read would call a forbidden garden of pleasure and scientific texts would call a vulva. Whatever it was called, it pulsed and ached, and Beatrice was tired of waiting.

She sank her fingernails into his shoulders, grasping for purchase, and raised her hips, forcing Adam’s finger to slide down until he touched her where she wanted him to. Her eyes fell closed, her head thrown back as a guttural moan left her lips. Then he opened his palm and pressed, his fingers plunging into the moisture accumulated there, the heel of his palm rubbing against the little nub that shot beams of pleasure through her body.

Yes.

She might have screamed the affirmation out loud, Beatrice wasn’t certain. But Adam let out a sound of approval in the back of his throat. Then he pushed her against the wall again, readjusting her as he did so.

With one of her legs wrapped around his waist, Adam’s left arm dove under her knee and grabbed her by her buttocks. Her knee was now almost on his shoulder, hugging his upper arm, keeping her open for him completely.

And she should have felt embarrassed, she knew, and self-conscious. But she couldn’t care less about any of those things. She would worry about it later. Right now, she didn’t want to think, only feel. That’s when he pressed harder against her, trapping his hand between their bodies, and took her breast into his mouth.

Now Beatrice was certain she had screamed. Her head hit the wall, and she welcomed the slight twinge because she felt she’d die from pleasure otherwise. The heel of Adam’s palm still rubbed against her, his fingers spread her feminine lips, and his mouth was doing wicked things to her breast.

Everything he was doing was wicked.

And it felt so-so good.

“God, you taste so lovely,” he groaned before catching her mouth in a wet, brief kiss, then moving to her other breast. “And you feel magical.”

He sucked in her other breast and at the same time, one of his sly fingers entered her core.

“Adam!” Beatrice panted, the unfamiliar sensation in her center burning and tickling her at the same time.

He withdrew his finger and entered her again, right as he swept his tongue over her nipple. Then his thumb circled her clitoris.

Beatrice’s hips joined the rhythm, enjoying the feel of his finger’s slow invasion. The sensation of him rubbing the inside walls of her center forced mewling sounds to come out from the back of her throat.

“Yes, my love, just like that,” Adam crooned, another finger joining the sweet onslaught on her senses.

What happened next, Beatrice had no capacity to understand. Her brain refused any other function except to feel. And feel she did. Her body convulsed and pulsed around his fingers, her hips still maintaining the sensual rhythm, while pleasure spread from her center to the entire body, down to her toes and fingertips. Whether it lasted forever or for one short moment, Beatrice didn’t know.

But when she opened her eyes, Adam was staring at her, his deep blue eyes filled with awe and wonder. Like she had turned into a unicorn or some other magical creature he had never known to exist.

Beatrice stared back as their breaths returned to their usual rhythm. And then he lowered her slightly and pressed her against the wall once more. This time, the hard and burning hot part of him, his length, his arousal, his cock that jutted proudly, thrust against her center through the rough fabric of his breeches and then he claimed her mouth in an urgent, desperate, rough, and oh-so-lovely kiss.

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Adam had never known a soul more passionate than Beatrice. He had had a few lovers, and they were very pleasant to bed. But the force with which she had come apart in his arms, the trust with which she had given herself to him, tugged at every string of his heart, soul, and body.

His skin was taut, his cock burning with the need for a release.

He had almost come as she had.

He was ready to throw caution to the wind, undo his breeches, enter her in one quick thrust, and come inside her.