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“Does it hurt?” she whispered.

William shook his head. “No.”

He wrapped his hand around hers and squeezed.

She gasped.

“Just like this,” he whispered, guiding her hand, showing her exactly how he liked it.

His hips joined in the sensual rhythm, his heart beating wildly in his chest. Victoria looked at him, her mouth slightly open, her eyes dark, her breaths shallow. She was aroused again, he realized, and smiled.

“William,” she whispered, her free hand moving to clutch at his shoulder.

He dipped his head and captured her lips in a kiss. She moaned against his mouth, her body arching against him.

She wanted him again. Her hips were copying his rhythm, her fingers tightening around him, her lips desperately clinging to his.

William moved to stand between her legs and pressed his thigh against her core. Victoria moaned, squeezing his length harder, stroking it in short, urgent jerks.

Damn, it felt so good. So fucking good.

He wrapped his arm around her bottom, squeezing her buttocks, pressing her closer to him. She ground against his hip, the wet sounds of their joining echoing in his mind. For a moment, William imagined guiding his tip toward her opening and thrusting inside her heat.

“Ah!” With a loud groan, William spilled his essence, his hips still thrusting into her delicate hand. Her fingers tightened around his cock and shoulder as she let out a cry as well, her wet core rubbing against his thigh in mindless thrusts. She shook and trembled in his arms, just as his seed spilled around her fingers.

This, William thought as he leaned in and took her mouth in another sweet and gentle kiss, was the definition of bliss.

* * *

By the time Victoria cleaned herself up—and it took her an extraordinarily long time to do so—William already had bread, jam, butter, and tea set up on the table. Her bread was strangely shaped, but it smelled divine.

Victoria decided to concentrate on the food because she couldn’t look her husband in the eyes.

For some reason, after the incredibly carnal coupling where he’d literally drank from her intimate juices and then covered her hand in his, she felt extremely shy.

“Mm, it smells remarkably good,” she said as she sat across from him.

“I wager it tastes just as nice.” Her stomach rumbled loudly, and he chuckled. “And apparently, just in time.”

“Yes, well, we didn’t have breakfast today,” she noted, briefly meeting his gaze.

He raised a brow. “Perhaps, you didn’t. But I had a wonderful one.”

Victoria opened her mouth to ask him when he’d managed to have breakfast, but his knowing smirk made her cheeks burst into flames.

He broke off a piece of bread and handed it to her with a self-satisfied grin. “Fresh bread is better eaten like this, not cut with a knife.”

Glad for a change in subject, Victoria accepted the hunk of bread and proceeded to slather it with jam. “Why is that?”

He shrugged. “It’s just tastier that way.”

Victoria chuckled, for some reason finding that idea amusing. But as she took a bite of hot, fresh bread, she didn’t question it any longer. It was delicious. “You are right,” she said between moans of delight. “Why did you not tell me this earlier?”

He chuckled around the bite of food. “I didn’t want to give up my secrets all at once.”

She glanced at him from under her lashes, wondering what other secrets he was hiding.

“What?” he asked around a bite.