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She looked at him wide-eyed. “I don’t understand.”

“Which body part is quivering with need and begging for my touch? For my tongue?”

Her breaths accelerated, and her cheeks pinkened. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, I think you do know.” He ran his fingers down her shoulders, her arms, then back up again. “I’ll trace my finger down your body and you stop me at a place you want more of my touch. Deal?”

She swallowed and nodded. He slowly traced his finger down her chest, onto the mound of her breast, then grazed her nipple. She cried out, her body arching as his finger slowly continued his downward trajectory, but his eyes pierced into hers.

“Stop, go back,” she breathed.

“Go back where?” He moved closer, crowding her with his presence, craving to feel more of her heat.

She took his hand and brought it to cup her breast. Her breathing erratic, she looked him in the eyes before moving his thumb over her nipple. It was hardened into a pointed peak, and she moaned again at the touch. “Do you want my tongue on your nipple?” he whispered.

Victoria closed her eyes and swallowed. “Yes. Please.”

Yes, please.

Those two words undid him unlike anything before. He was ready to fall to his knees and worship her the way she deserved.

Instead, William hooked his fingers inside her bodice and tugged hard, exposing her beautiful, soft, milky-white breasts to the cool air. His eyes fixed on the two dark tightened little peaks, William dipped his head and took one nipple into his mouth with a groan.

“Oh, William,” Victoria moaned, her hands going to cradle his head, her fingers sifting through his hair, scratching his scalp.

William groaned in pleasure as he suckled her nipple in his mouth and felt gooseflesh cover her skin.

She was so damn passionate, so easily aroused. So fucking beautiful.

His hand went to weigh her other breast in his palm, feeling its softness, pinching her nipple between his fingers.

Victoria jolted and whimpered, but William continued his ministrations, determined to learn her taste, to assuage his hunger with her body, to fill his nostrils with her scent and his ears with her screams and moans.

He never knew it could be so good just having a woman in his arms. To receive pleasure while giving it to her. This act had never been so sensual. It had always been about relieving the desire, taming one’s own urges, or filling one’s emptiness. One of the two people was a giver, while the other took what they needed.

This felt different.

It wasn’t just a physical act, it was a feast of his soul while feeding hers at the same time.

William bunched the skirt of her day gown in his hand and lifted it to her waist.

He pressed his thigh between her legs and she arched her back more, pushing her hips forward, grinding her center against his leg.

He moved his mouth to her other breast, licking around her dark areola, sucking on her hardened peak, while his hands slid up her inner thighs, then up to her hips, her waist, and down to her soft belly. As he gripped her thigh with his left hand, his right moved lower and caressed the mound between her legs.

She gasped and tugged on his hair until he looked up at her. Her eyes were clouded with passion, her pupils dark and large, glinting in firelight.

“Do you want me to stop?” William rasped, his voice hoarse with desire.

And if she said yes, he would have stopped in a heartbeat. He would have stepped away with an aching heart and a throbbing cock.

He would have walked away and given her time and space to collect her bearings.

Instead, she looked into his eyes, fire burning in her irises. She smiled her mischievous smile and said, “No. Make me moan.”

Shock mixed with triumph and William’s smile turned wolfish. “With pleasure.”

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