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“William!” she cried and that’s when he shifted to press the tip of his cock against her core.

Finally!

His fingers slipped away from her center just as her hand fell away from his cock, and it was only his hot arousal pressed against her entrance.

“William,” she whispered, looking deeply into his dark blue eyes that shone like sapphires.

“Hold on to me,” he rasped.

Victoria wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tightly, the feel of his hot chest against hers giving her comfort. His cock probed at her center tentatively at first, then more insistently, stretching her, pushing at the walls of her core. Victoria took a deep breath and relaxed, and that’s when he thrust, seating himself deep inside her.

Chapter 24

This feeling of having Victoria in his arms, her body wrapped around him, her legs bracketing his thighs, her nipples rubbing against his chest, her breath on his ear—that was the definition of bliss.

If William died tomorrow, he would die a happy man.

Not today. Not right now. Because he hadn’t felt her come with him inside her. He hadn’t watched her sleep, her cheeks rosy, her lips puffy from his kisses, her body warm and pliant, relaxed after an orgasm or two.

But this feeling, right now, was what he had been waiting for his entire life. He was content now.

He felt at home.

Odd, that. He’d never really had a home.

He’d had places where he lived, slept, and ate. But he’d never felt that he belonged.

Well, he’d found it now. Here. In Victoria’s arms, inside her sweet and sizzling core.

If he could spend the rest of his life inside her, he would.

But he couldn’t.

As it was, he felt as though he was bursting at the seams, his cock swollen to such a size that he was afraid he was hurting her.

“William,” she whimpered with that sweet voice of hers that only came out in the throes of passion.

Sweet Lord, have mercy. He was ready to climax right then and there.

His hips moved, pushing more of himself inside her, feeling the muscles of her sheath tighten around him. She was so hot, so wet, so fucking tight.

Victoria’s fingers dug into his skin as she cried out in ecstasy, while the biting of her nails on his skin sent pleasure coursing through his veins.

“Does it hurt?” he rasped, his throat constricted.

Luckily, she shook her head. “It feels… good. So, so good.”

He kissed her lips, his entire body coiled with tension. “Hold on tightly,” he warned, and as she gave a little nod, he withdrew his length before thrusting in again.

Water sloshed around them, creating waves in the tub, but he didn’t care. It seemed she didn’t either, as her head was thrown back, her throat exposed, her mouth slightly open. She was stunning in that moment, so passionate, so lovely, and so infinitely arousing.

William gripped her hips, guiding her down his cock and then up again, as her inner muscles contracted and gripped his length. When she opened her eyes, surprise was evident in their depths. She had just realized that she could actively participate in this delightful dance, and she liked the idea.

Using his shoulders as leverage, her warm fingers gripping him tightly, she moved her hips, gliding up and down his length as the sweet precursor of bliss was slowly gathering low in his back and belly. Her mouth was slightly open, and a glimmer of surprise in her eyes.

“Yes,” he whispered, encouraging her as she moved, a grin on his lips. “Just like that.” He didn’t know whether he derived more enjoyment from the act itself or the wonder in her eyes and her unabashed enthusiasm. Both were equally as arousing.

William thrust into her, meeting every movement of her hips with his, and each time their bodies met, she cried out in pleasure.