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It felt strange to have someone touch her there, but she forced herself to release the tension that had gathered and to focus on the sensuous slide of their kiss. He pushed farther in. There was a pinch of discomfort, but when she allowed herself to become carried away by the kiss, it faded.
Soon, his finger was completely inside her. Another joined it. She exhaled slowly, being careful not to tense. His thumb returned to her nubbin and moved in delicious, teasing circles around it. He pulled away from her face and moved fluidly down the bed until he was hovering over her hot center.
He licked her, then swirled his tongue in a way that made her shudder. He repeated the motion, and raised his eyes to hers, dark and hungry.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
No one had ever looked at her like that before. Like they were starving, and she was a buffet.
He continued to devour her. She struggled to watch at first, finding the visual too obscene, but the longer it went on, the more she raised herself on her elbows for a better view. The sight of his tongue dipping into her made her hot and fluttery inside. He wound her tighter and tighter until she was a hairsbreadth from snapping.
Then he stopped.
“No,” she gasped. “Please.”
He grinned wickedly and tore at his clothes. He yanked his cravat off and tossed his shirt aside. He unbuttoned his trousers and tugged them down, revealing himself to her.
She stared in awe. His chest rose and fell rapidly, dark hair spearing down the center between two pale brown nipples. His stomach was flatter than hers, and muscle rippled beneath his skin as he knelt to remove his boots—the movement hindered because he’d pulled down his trousers too soon.
As he rose, her breath caught. His thighs were strong and covered with hair, unlike her own. He peeled off his undergarments to reveal the part of him that her mother had tried to describe to her. The flesh was long and thick and jutted out from his body. No matter how imaginative she was, she couldn’t have pictured this.
She gulped at the thought that that was going to go inside her. She understood why he’d said it might hurt. It would be a miracle if it did anything other than hurt. His rod was much larger than the fingers he’d already had inside her.
“I’ve never seen one of those before,” she said, somewhat needlessly. Of course, she’d seen the appendages that male horses had, but she had been quite unprepared for…this.
Vaughan’s mouth twitched. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“What do you call it?” she asked.
He sauntered closer. “Do you want the technical term or my personal term for it?”
“Your personal term,” she said, never taking her eyes off it.
“It’s my cock.”
He crawled over her and grabbed her hand, lifting it to him. She curled her fingers around him, surprised to find the shaft so hot and silky.
“Your cock,” she breathed, stroking it gently.
He groaned. “A bit more firmly, sweetheart.”
She did as he said and moved her hand along its length, reveling at the way it pulsed against her palm.
“It’s bigger than I expected,” she told him.
His lips tugged into a smirk. “You can take it. As I said, it might hurt at first, but I promise, I will make it as good for you as possible.”
“I trust you.”
CHAPTER 16
His eyes fluttered shut,and he angled his face toward the ceiling. For a moment, Emma wondered if she’d said something wrong, but then he lowered his head, and his eyes blazed as they raked across her body.
“Take the nightgown off,” he said.
Her fingers fumbling, she did as he said, baring herself to his gaze. He cupped one of her breasts and rolled the nipple between his fingers. It tightened into a peak, and heat jolted through her. He drew her other nipple into his mouth, and she thrust toward him instinctively.
“You’re ready for me,” he murmured.
