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As if he had been able to read her mind about kissing him, Percy beat her to it. His lips softly caressed hers, his arms encircling her waist to keep her from falling to the ground. Madeleine could not resist the warm tenderness of his kiss and pressed her lips in passionate reply to his own. Her fingers intertwined with his hair, deepening the contact.

Percy groaned, a primal, deep rumble in his chest that fueled the fire in Madeleine’s blood. She felt empowered, bold, reckless.

“Good God, woman, what are you doing to me?” he growled, reclaiming her lips. His tongue entered her mouth to duel with her own. His hands traveled the length of her torso to cup the underside of her breasts. His thumb gently stroked the nipple, causing it to harden against the fabric of her dress.

Madeleine’s hands tightened into fists in his hair, her chest pressing against his hand for more contact. She needed him closer in a way that she did not fully understand, but her body had a mind of its own, and intuitively, she raised her leg to wind around his waist. Percy groaned louder, pressing himself against the innermost joining of her legs.

Madeleine moaned at the sweet pressure. She knew that what they were doing was considered wrong by society at large outside of the bonds of matrimony, but she did not care. The feel of him against her was driving her wild, mad with a passion that she had never felt before.

Growling, Percy lifted her up and sat her rearend down upon a sturdy branch within one of the larger evergreen trees. Kneeling down, he lifted the skirt of her dress. His head disappeared beneath the lavender fabric, causing Madeleine’s attention to return to their surroundings once again. She yelped in surprise.

“What are you doing?” she gasped in shock.

“Tasting something sweet,” he murmured from beneath the lavender folds. “Just relax and trust me.”

In the next breath, Madeleine felt his tongue parting the shelter of her nether hair as he began lapping at her innermost bud. Gasping in surprise and delight, Madeleine spread her legs apart further to give him better access. It was a brazen thing to do by all accounts, but it was the most natural reaction in the world. Spirals of sheer pleasure coursed through her entire being. She ignored the inner voice of society that said she should make himstop and instead pressed herself against his mouth, urging him to give her more.

The feelings that he created in her body were indescribable. She wound higher and higher as if she might fly up into the sky when suddenly the pressure took flight and soared, launching her over the precipice and exploding into a sea of lights behind her eyes as she came to a climax. Gasping, her breathing ragged, she clung to his head, not willing to give him up until she had ridden the wave to its end.

“My God, woman, but you are magnificent,” he breathed when he emerged out from under her skirts for air. “Sweeter than honey but fierce as a raging forest fire.” Admiration and lust shone from his eyes.

He lowered her down from the branch and helped her to assemble herself for the public eye. A few flowers had fallen from her hair, but not enough that someone should notice. Percy bent down and picked up the fallen flowers, putting them in his pocket so as not to leave any trace of their presence.

“You should not have done that.” She gestured towards her lower person, unable to put what had just transpired into words. “You took a great risk. Someone could have seen us,” she reprimanded him, flushing at the thought of what they had just done.

“You did not seem to mind,” he reminded her. “And no one saw us.” Percy checked to make sure that no one would witnesstheir emerging from the greenery then they stepped out onto the veranda together.

Madeleine could not argue with his logic. “Thank you, Your Grace. It has been a most instructive evening,” she remarked in an attempt to regain her composure. She knew that she must look flushed, and she prayed that no one would notice.

“It has been a most delicious evening,” Percy replied with a smile, bending at the waist to kiss her hand. “I look forward to our next meeting.”

“As do I,” Madeleine murmured softly. “As do I.”

CHAPTER NINE

“Iwant you,” Madeleine breathed against his ear, her hands roughly ripping his shirt down his chest.

Percy groaned, unable to ask how or why this was happening, and captured her lips with his own. The sweetest, neediest moan he had ever heard poured from her, and she pressed her curves to him closer.

“I want you, too,” he rasped between kisses, his hands trembling as he tore the sheer white robe away from her. “God, Ineedyou.”

“Then take me,” Madeleine pleaded, her voice pitching into a needy whine as her hands freed him from his trousers.

With a deep groan of need, he picked her up, pulling her away from her task, and walked her to his bed. Madeleine’s back arched beautifully as he laid her down, and his mouth watered as he took her in. She was everything he had thought she would be.

Firm, round, heavy breasts, sat identically atop her chest; her beautiful, small, dusky rose nipples pointed to the sky as if praying to be touched. Following the ample swell, his eyes lowered to her Boticelli-like waist, her flared, smooth hips, and finally to the thick thighs that looked so delicious he wanted to sink his teeth into them.

“Percy, please,” Madeleine whispered, reaching her arms for him.

Unable to hold back, not wanting to hold back, Percy slid his body atop of hers, both of them moaning deeply at the pleasure. Madeleine spread her thighs immediately for him, lifting her hips for his rigid member to take claim, and he cursed through gritted teeth as he slid into her tight, sweetly hot, and wet entrance.

They moved together without words, without thought as they rode the ecstasy of finally being together, and Percy soon felt his release threaten to burst forth.

“I- I cannot last,” he panted though the licks and nibbles he was placing over her neck and breasts.

“Neither can I,” she whispered back, her nails digging harder into his back as her legs grew tighter around his waist. “Come with me, Percy. Come.”

Percy moaned Madeleine’s name as he jolted awake, the intensity of his orgasm forcing him to sit straight up in bed. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked through him as he kept hishand around his pulsing cock, feeling his seed spill over his fingers and sheets.

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