Page 73 of Emma & Edmund

The ghost of those fingers had touched her before, had her break over them with only the power of her mind. But, as she learned in the cabin, no dream could encompass the real thing.

No dream could tell her that, when that wonderful bundle of nerves inside of her was pressed with such precision, such ferocity, how she would lose control of herself.

Her hands stroked over every inch of him she could reach, her mouth blubbering words she didn't even know, with each plunge coiling the knot in her tighter and tighter.

Until it broke. With a bursting sob and a gush of wetness, Emma found bliss once again in the hands of Edmund Lockhart.

Emma's throat stung from the force of her cries, each deep breath she took dragging over the rough interior. Her spine melted with her release, cushioned by the soft ground as her hot skin soaked in the night air.

Almost the same moment her breath began to even and her heart began to slow, a broad arm scooped under her and flipped Emma's whole body with ease.

Propped up on her hands and knees, worry began to drip into her pleasure-fogged mind. Maybe it was due to the simple fact of having one's arse in the air that makes one consider their choices in life.

Those brief thoughts scrambled from her head when Edmund gripped her thighs, fingers digging into the sensitive skin, steadying her in place. Emma yelped aloud as his tongue lapped the length of her, slipping over her skin and caressing her battered opening, making her relax into the soft attention.

The world had blurred away into a mess of colors and sensations, filled with involuntary, unending noises.

Edmund removed his mouth from her, much to her very vocal disdain. Emma didn't bother to move, having collapsed into her arms with her bottom up like the rising moon. There was nothing to be embarrassed for, anyway, and no one to be embarrassed by.

However, that did not stop the sudden knot of apprehension that wrapped around her soul when Edmund readjusted behind her.

In the next moment, a distinct stiffness, far thicker than a finger, dragged through the same folds his tongue had. But where the tongue was soft and pliable, there was no resistance in the cock kissing her hole.

Emma swallowed heavily around the lump in her throat, releasing a croaky, "Edmund?"

She knew what was coming, her dreams having laid out the facts. Fear was natural, and while it clutched at her, the steady warmth of his hands, the heartbeat that matched her own, comforted her beyond reason.

Edmund leaned forward and pressed a kiss into her spine. "I love you, Emma."

That was the final warning before his hips pressed forward, and the head of his cock thrust into her, stretching her impossibly wide, and slipping within.

Stars burst behind Emma's eyes, and a strangled gasp caught in her throat. Pain wrapped up her legs, seizing her gut, but she bit her lip against the cry that threatened to escape.

Never before had she been so enraptured by the feelings coursing through her, she feared even the slightest hint of her struggle would make him stop.

And a struggle it was. While hidden behind her, Edmund's cock felt as thick and as long as a wine bottle, stretching her to her very limit with each bit he fit in.

"Emma," Edmund groaned behind her, fingers flexing around her hipbones, the sensations sending fresh waves of desire through the woman he held, "Relax. You'll snap me in half."

"You are snappingmein half!" Emma gasped out, throwing her head back to look behind her.

What a sight to behold, was her first thought. Sweat created a thin sheen over his lustrous skin, shining in the moonlight. Were they in another position, she would have dragged her nails through the smattering of hair across his broad chest. Her fingers itched for the opportunity.

A hard-set jaw matched blazing eyes, staring down at her as he stilled momentarily, and black pools met blue. The bulging veins in his arms strained with the effort to keep still, and his giant chest heaved steady breaths. The very sight, as beautiful and raw as it was, had the very core of her twitching with need.

She wasn't the only one who felt the twitch. Within the same breath, a low, dangerous growl rolled from Edmund's throat. With a slight adjustment of his hold, Edmund slammed himself inside of her as deep as her body would allow.

Emma's neck nearly snapped with the force she threw her head back with, the silent cry dying on wide-open lips. There was pain, to be sure, but the absolute fullness was so overwhelming, Emma could hardly even think a single rational thought.

The feeling only grew as with each dip of Edmund's hips, as he inched deeper and deeper inside of her. Unable to keep herself supported, Emma's arms wobbled, and then completely toppled, her chest sinking to the ground under the force of his thrusts.

When his thighs pressed against hers fully, there was a breath of a pause. Gasping and writhing, Emma felt as if her very organs were being pushed to the side to accommodate him.

With her forehead pressed into the moss, when Emma's eyes fluttered open, they soaked in all the glory of the scene between her legs.

She could see the muscle in her calves trembling, the great trunks that served as Edmund’s just behind her own. She had never seen a man's bare leg before, and could never have imagined how even there, the pure strength and power were so evident that hers felt like mere sticks next to them. A twitch above her bared navel drew her eyes to the bulge in the middle of her stomach.

Without thinking, Emma brought a shaky hand up and cupped the protrusion, feeling Edmund pulse from inside of her. Above, Edmund groaned aloud, the sound echoing through the woman he held, sending a fresh flood of desire licking through her.

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