Page 50 of Black Widow

Amelia opened her arms, hugging him to her, a move that made himlaugh.

“I think you’ll enjoy it more if you let memove.”

She pressed a hot kiss to his neck, tugging off the cravat he’d been too impatient to remove. “I don’t think it can get better thanthis.”

Gideon raised his head, meeting her eyes with a hot intent gaze. “Oh, it will. I swearit.”

He pulled the rest of his clothing off and guided her legs around him, making her shiver as the delicate skin of her inner thighs met his hard hips. His mouth took possession of her, stroking her tongue with his own until she was mimicking him in perfectconcert.

Though practically a novice, Amelia knew enough to realize she was in the hands of a master. Her misgivings and self-doubt disappeared as Gideon touched her, stroking every inch of her body and alternatively lathing and sucking the tips of herbreasts.

Nearly insensible with lust, Amelia gave over control of her body, moving when Gideon moved, responding to his touch instinctively. She gloried in his touch, using her own hands to learn his body, the way he was hard and soft at the sametime.

Licking a spot under his ear made him shiver, sending a shaft of satisfaction through her. Her victory was short-lived when Gideon pinned her wrists with one hand, urging her legsapart.

His hard staff rubbed against her, priming in her liquid heat. Consumed by hunger, she twisted and pulled him closer until he was pushinginside.

It wasn’t like their first joining. That had been so jarring and unexpected. This time, she was ready and eager for her body to become one with his. Amelia wanted to hold him inside her, to meld the very fabric of theirbeings.

An involuntary cry was ripped from her throat as his cock slowly forged inside, pushing to the hilt. Murmuring sweet nonsense, Gideon soothed her until she had absorbed the shock of his intrusion. He kissed and nibbled at her lips, one hand moving up to cradle her head as his hips moved with minute precision and Herculeanpatience.

His advance and retreat was carefully orchestrated—a dance that built in speed and tempo until she writhed, clinging breathlessly, with her arms wrapped around his chest. It was as if his member was coated in some magic elixir that turned friction intoecstasy.

Sensation built as he continued to pump in and out of her. She did her best to touch him back, using unfamiliar muscles in her channel to caress and gratify him inturn.

Amelia knew her campaign to give as much pleasure as she received was succeeding when Gideon’s breath hitched. His grip on her head tightened briefly before he shifted to brace his weight on his forearms. His chest pressed down against her breasts firmly as he closed the distance between them. The only space he allowed was the one required to withdraw, and only so he could surge forward with inexorablestrength.

She could feel that about him—his power and potency. It was in the definition of arms and chest, and the lines of his body. He could use that vigor against her. In many other men, his strength would become a weapon. But as Gideon rocked into her, his deep pulsing rhythm stuttering as he finally began to lose control, she knew he would never hurther.

Amelia gave him all she could, trusting him as she had no other. The deep twinges of pleasure coalesced, rolling on top of each other. Moaning, she rode the wave, her inner muscles fluttering rapidly with herclimax.

Gideon gasped and threw his head back, pumping out of control until he was grinding against her. His staff firmed until it was impossibly hard, a velvet-covered stone phallus that jerked and pulsed as he spilled his seed at the entrance of herwomb.

His breath ragged, Gideon collapsed to the side, pulling her on top of him so he wouldn’t lose the skin-to-skin contact as herecovered.

Wrung out and replete, Amelia rested her head just below Gideon’schin.

She could barely move. Every muscle in her body was lax, save for the one still racing in herchest.

Sexual relations were supposed to be pleasurable, even gluttonous at times. Amelia knew that from watching others, the way lovers in first flush acted with one another. But she hadn’t expected it to bebeautiful.

After long minutes, Gideon sighed drowsily. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, too,” he whispered before slipping into a deepsleep.

It took her heart longer to calm than it should have after that. She hadn’t meant to tell him she loved him, but apparently that was what she had done. He had read the truth in her response to him, her every touch betraying her most deeply hiddensecret.

She should have known better. Gideon had always been able to read her, to see straight through to her soul. Now he knew she loved him, that she probably alwayshad.

But he just claimed to love you in return. Could she take him at hisword?

Amelia knew the depth of Gideon’s honor. If he said he loved her, then he believed it. But what if it was simple infatuation—or worse? What if deep down, he felt obligated to return her affection because of their familialties?

Yes, he desired her. But how often had a man confused lust with love? Her library shelves were full of such cautionarytales.

Like the snake in the garden, Gideon would offer Amelia her heart’s desire. Marriage. A life at his side. She knew him too well to believe it would be otherwise. As a husband, he would be faithful. His honor would demand no less. But honor was not the same aslove.

Could she live with an imitation of her longest-helddream?

She lay awake many hours, trying to convince herself shecould.

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