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She was still moaning when she felt his fingers slide into her. He was rougher this time, pleasuring her boldly and without restraint. Far from being just one finger, she was sure it was two, though when she felt her walls being stretched further, she thought he may have even used three.

As she repeatedly rocked her hips back, he didn’t discipline her this time. Instead, he growled, his other hand loosely gripping her hip, as if all he wanted in the world was to watch her movement.

“Keith… I…”

She was so close to her release—she was ready for it. Her body started to tighten, and he must have sensed it, for his fingers curled inside her. Then he pulled his fingers out.

“Keith!”

“Not yet, sweetheart. No release for ye until I feel ye wrapped around me.”

CHAPTER 23

Celia was still moaning when he released her. Desperate to feel all of Keith now, to have that release as he had so described it, she just watched as he stepped off the bed.

He moved around to the bedpost where he had tied her wrists and released them both in one swift movement. Now that her hands were free, she used them to steady herself on the bed, but he was already moving back toward her, reaching for her gown.

“Don’t you like the dress?” she teased him as his fingers scrambled to undo the laces at the back.

“Too much.”

He undid the final one and then pulled the dress down her body. It fell about her hips, so he urged her to lay flat on the bed so he could pull it down her hips and off her legs. It was thrown somewhere at the side of the room as he next went for her corset, turning her on her stomach so he could undo the laces.

She kept bucking her hips, teasing him, and he responded to each one of those movements by either running his fingers across her bare cheeks or giving her a teasing flick between her legs that made her giggle.

When her chemise was pulled over her head and she was down to nothing, he turned her on her back again, then moved his body over hers.

He took her lips in a deep kiss. Thrilled to finally have the taste of him, she wrapped her arms firmly around his neck, holding him close. One of her hands went to toy with his dark hair as the other traced his shoulders through the shirt. He dominated the kiss in every way, making her tongue dance to his tune, and she loved it.

She was so distracted by his kiss that it took her a few seconds to realize that his hand had wandered. His fingers traced her hip before he took hold of her thigh and lifted it high around his waist.

Suddenly, she felt him.

She could feel his length just teasing her, pressing against her entrance, but still not quite sliding into her.

“Keith,” she said between kisses. “Don’t make me beg.”

“I like the sound of ye begging me,” he confessed, his voice deep.

She ran her fingers through his hair again, pulling. She feared she had pulled too tightly, but the growl that rumbled in his chest showed he had loved it.

“It will hurt,” he reminded her.

“I know.”

“Ye’ll have to hold on tight.”

“I intend to,” she promised, her other hand moving to grip his shoulder tightly.

He kissed her as his length nudged her entrance. He rocked his hips back and forward a little, but he still didn’t take her.

She groaned aloud into their kiss. Apparently, this time, the way she gripped his shoulders pleadingly was enough to make him act.

He thrust his hips forward, his length sliding into her entrance.

The sudden pain made her eyes water. Keith was big, and she could certainly feel the extent of his size as he stretched her body. She buried her face into his shoulder, holding on to him as she had promised she would.

He didn’t stop moving, but neither did he move fast or hard. He just rocked gently, ever so slowly, so that she grew accustomed to his size.

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