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“Yes, my love,” William rasped, barely able to hold on to his wits, his cock straining against the waves of pleasure. He begged his body to slow down, to endure this sweet torment just a little longer, to let her climax first. “Ride me. Ride me until you come.”

Her eyes widened at his words and then she smiled and the entire world stopped. She was a goddess in that moment. His goddess. And he would do her every bidding if she would but ask.

William brought his thumb to her clitoris and pressed lightly. As she whimpered, he moved the pad of his thumb lower just under the little hood, circling it, spreading the wet evidence of her lust.

Victoria threw back her head, moans leaving her body with every brush of his finger, every thrust of his hips, and then she did something that made him snap.

She disengaged her arms from him and cupped her breasts, her thumbs playing with her hardened nipples.

William tightened his grip on her, ramming into her wildly. She cried out then and froze on top of him, her inner muscles contracting, tightening on his cock and intensifying his pleasure, drawing his orgasm out of him.

With a cry, William lifted her off him, just as his seed shot out with an eagerness he’d never experienced before.

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Victoria woke up the next morning feeling deeply relaxed, a languid sensation overtaking her limbs. Soft early light filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a gentle glow. She stretched beneath the covers, savoring the soothing serenity that came with lingering in a warm bed. Her body felt pleasantly heavy as if she could sink blissfully back into slumber. However, the soreness in her muscles reminded her of the passion she’d experienced in William’s arms the previous night.

She smiled against her pillow, her cheeks flushing at the memories. She shifted slowly and carefully, rolling over to ensure she didn’t disturb William’s sleep. She gazed at his serene features as he lay on his back, his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath. A wayward lock of golden hair tumbled over his eyes, and she had to resist the urge to reach out and brush it back. His features were smoothed of any worry in repose, making him seem younger and unburdened. Pale morning light softly illuminated his skin, drawing her attention to the sculpted angles of his face—his elegant brow, chiseled jawline, and full lips relaxed in sleep. He was achingly beautiful like this. Part of her wished he would wake up, just so she could see those brilliant blue eyes open and gaze at her.

Another part of her, the more rational one, didn’t want to disturb his sleep.

And there was also this tiny, minuscule, but very loud part of her that screamed that they had finally—finally!—consummated their marriage last night.

And it couldn’t have happened at a less opportune moment, when everything was off balance.

Victoria climbed out of bed, trying her best not to awaken her sleeping husband. She didn’t know how to feel about last night. She didn’t know how to feel about anything at this moment.

So, she did the only thing she had control over. She went to the dressing room and washed up with cold water. She put on a shift and walked back into their bedroom, looking for her dressing gown, not yet ready to put on a day gown.

“Are you getting dressed?” William asked in a hoarse, sleepy voice. Victoria turned eagerly, to see her husband lying on his side, his head propped against his hand, utterly, completely naked, watching her under hooded eyelids.

“Y-yes.” Her voice trembled.

“Did I say you were allowed to get dressed?” His lips curled in a sinful smile.

Victoria’s gaze slid down his length, her eyes lingering on his raging erection.

She raised her brow. “Do I need your permission?”

He got off the bed and stalked toward her, moving with the lithe grace of a predator ready to strike his prey.

He wrapped his arm around her, grabbing her bottom and bringing her flush with his hard body. Victoria gasped.

“Oh, absolutely,” he rasped, then lowered his head and kissed the crook of her shoulder, tickling her skin and comforting her all at the same time. “Unless you want to be punished.”

Victoria’s eyes widened as he whirled her around and lifted the skirt of her shift to her waist.

“Hold this,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of her bottom, covering her skin in gooseflesh.

Victoria held the bunched-up shift close to her waist as dampness accumulated between her thighs, and she grew increasingly hot. Collecting her hair and shifting it to the side, William kissed her earlobe, behind her ear, and the back of her neck. He slowly walked her over until her hips pressed against the edge of her writing desk.

He continued kissing her neck and her shoulders, biting and licking her skin, while his hardened length pressed against the cleft of her bottom, his hips moving in a sensual rhythm.

Victoria’s nipples hardened into pebbles, grazing against the fabric of her shift, intensifying the sensations of arousal coursing through her.

It didn’t take much to ignite her desire. A single glance, a word, a touch from him was all it took to make her his.

Yet, when he did things like he was doing now, her mind succumbed to yearning and lust.