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His touch didn't start out rough, but it certainly wasn't soft. His lips slid across hers, pressing hard enough to steal the air from her lungs. His hands stole into her hair, pulling the pins out one by one until her auburn locks fell freely about her shoulders.
His fingers threaded into the hair around her temples as he consumed her. She tried to pull back, but he growled against her lips and held her tighter. She whimpered when his teeth nipped her lip a bit too hard.
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The sound of her whimper brought Simon back to his senses. For a moment, he'd allowed his basic instincts to take control. But Lily was an innocent. He pressed his forehead into hers and drew in great gulps of air.
"I'm sorry," he breathed.
Her only answer was her hand sliding across his jaw to cup his face and bring his lips back to hers. Tentatively, she kissed him, testing his control. Her eyes were wide open, staring into his own.
He pressed softly back against her, his tongue sliding between her lips to caress hers. This time she moaned. He must be doing better.
Simon sat back and said, "I think you have entirely too many clothes on, Your Grace." He picked up her foot and slid her slipper off, the tips of his fingers dancing across the sensitive skin of the bottom of her foot. She giggled.
He couldn't help but smile. Laughter wasn't the sound he'd hoped for when he thought about bringing her to bed, but it beat the fear that had escaped her moments before. He repeated the motion with her other foot. She tried to tug her leg from his grasp. He held firm.
"No pulling away," he reminded her.
She simply nodded, a smile hovering around her lips.
Simon walked up the bed on his hands and knees until he was behind her. His hands moved to unlace her dress. As he exposed her shoulder, he replaced the fabric with his mouth. Her freckles were illuminated by the candlelight, and he planned to kiss each and every one before the day and night were over. He smiled against her skin, his fingers still working at her laces.
"What's funny?" she asked quietly, reaching back to touch his hair.
"Nothing," he murmured. "I'm just happy."
"Really?"
"You doubt it?" he asked as he moved in front of her. She clutched her sagging gown to her chest.
"I know you didn't want to marry me, but I'll try to make you happy."
"You already do," he said as he pushed her back to lie on the bed. She gasped as he pulled her hands from her bodice and tugged to expose her breasts. "So beautiful," he murmured, his gaze traveling over her flesh. To have her breasts exposed tested his control. But he reined the beast back, determined not to scare her, no matter how aroused he was.
His erection strained against his trousers, aching to be free. But not yet. Not until she was ready.
Simon tugged her gown down over her hips. Lily lifted to help him pull it from her body. The ribbon that tied her undergarments hissed as he tugged the knot free, allowing him to pull them from her in one swoop.
Lily moved to cover her breasts, her face coloring under his gaze. But he captured her hands, laced his fingers with hers, and pressed them to the bed beside her head as he leaned over her, sliding one knee between her thighs. She instinctually adjusted to make room for him.
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"Mine," he growled as he took a hard peak into his mouth. Lily gasped beneath him, arching to meet his mouth. Her hands moved under his, her fingers opening and closing, as he toyed with her, his tongue flicking out to tease the turgid flesh of her nipple.
Her heart beat heavily beneath him, thumping faster and louder as he moved from breast to breast.
Her fingers opened and closed again. "Let me touch you, Simon," she said softly, her voice catching as his mouth lifted from her nipple with a pop.
His hands released hers, and she immediately brought them to his shirtfront to loosen his cravat and then to unbutton the tiny buttons at his throat. Her delicate little hands tugged frantically at his shirt, yanking it from his trousers. She wasn't happy until they were flesh to flesh, man to woman, beast to beauty. Only then did she sigh with contentment.
This was how he wanted her always. Her face flushed with heat. Her body warm and pliant beneath him. Simon adjusted his body so he could remove his pants and then settled himself, entirely naked, in the cradle of her thighs.
"Please," she whispered.
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Lily could feel the length of him between her thighs, touching her center but not entering her, not even pressing against her. He was content to lie there, to torment her. His breath brushed heavily against the side of her face as he asked, "Please what?"