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“I’m aware.” He said between his teeth.

“And I was denied a honeymoon.”

“That’s because you’re not allowed to travel.”

He had her leg captive, but that left her hands free, and she was making the most of it. Before he could do anything about it, she had her fingers curled around the throbbing length of him, the stroking movement sending his blood pressure to dizzying heights.

“Baby – Ah!” He felt his body clenched as she circled the reddened tip. “I’m not a monster. I should be able to control myself enough to leave you alone tonight.”

“I don’t want you to.” Her eyes were boring into his, the passion swirling and obvious in the dark brown depths.

“Oh, bloody hell!” with a feral growl, he removed her hand and surged upwards. She thought he was leaving, but he was just positioning himself between her thighs. “We do this my way.” He warned.

“As long as you’re inside me, I don’t care.”

He groaned, fingers tightening on her knees.

“Are you sure?” He tried one more time to be the voice of reason. He had spent the entire time at the ceremony dreading the fact that he was not going to be allowed to touch her and had resigned himself to the torment.

“Stop talking and do me.”

A strained smile touched his lips as his hands glided up and down her thighs. He had to take it slow; he decided. If he allowed the animal passion roaring inside his body to be released, he was going to end up hurting her.

So, slow it was. Just slow and easy and- Christ! Squeezing his eyes shut, he wrapped his fingers around his throbbing shaft and guided it to just the tip of her. Just enough for her to feel him. For him to feel her. Opening his eyes, he bored down a little bit, his muscles straining with the control he was exerting.

“Bobby…!”

“No.” he shook his head, hard enough for the hair to shimmer around his shoulders and face. “Just shut up.” His eyes were on hers as he used the tip to lubricate her swollen mound.

“Bobby…” She arched against him, desperate to feel all of him. “Please.”

“Shh, baby.” Sweat was coating his flesh and his heart felt like it was about to ripped from his chest. “I want you to come.”

“I want you inside me.”

“Not yet.” Gritting his teeth, he entered her slowly, retreating and then entering again, sliding into her moisture, and feeling the earth shifting on its axis. Christ Almighty! What the bloody hell had he done before she came into his life?

How the hell had he survived? He wondered dazedly. She was his life, his one, his only and he felt his heart swelling at the realization that this one woman had so completely taken him over.

After all the women he had been with, it had come to this. He was now caught and held in the grips of a love so strong, a pull so powerful, he could not help but be sucked in.

“I love you completely, utterly and foolishly.” He entered her slowly, his eyes on her beloved face. “I belong to you. Heart mind and body. I am yours – irrevocably yours.”

“I want to touch you.” She was feverish with a need so strong; she felt as if she was bursting from it. “Bobby, let me touch you.”

“Not yet baby. Just…,” he drove into her, managing to keep himself from going all the way in. “I want to savor it. Make it last. Baby! Oh, bloody hell!” He had to ease back out when he felt the climax threatening. Not yet.

Reaching down, he used his thumb to stroke the swollen flesh as he entered her again and that did it. Her body convulsed, her cries echoing around the room. Her knees sagged wide open as her body arched off the bed.

Emotions stormed violently through his body and with a hopeless groan, he felt his own climax slamming through him at a speed that propelled him forward and had him driving into her. He flooded her with his seed, his body bucking.

He had to brace his hands on either side of her body to stop from slamming all the way into her. Bowing his head, he clamped his teeth hard on his bottom lip as he went limp. He almost collapsed on top of her but managed to shift his completely shattered body to lie next to her.

His heart was still racing, and his body was drenched with sweat. His feet felt like jelly and for a few minutes he could not move. Not even when she curled into him. He wanted to remind her that he was sweaty, but even words had completely failed him.

He stared up at the ceiling in complete absorption as if trying to find an answer in the intricate patterns. His arm came around her- fingers splayed over her thick waist.

He was so caught up in his private thoughts that it took him a minute to realize that the moisture he was feeling on his chest was not only from sweat.

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