By now, he’d all but given up on denying her much of anything—or himself.
This time, when his mouth sought hers, she fell back onto the cushioned chaise, tugging him so he had no choice but to follow.
This was now a kiss that also involved holding his body inches over hers.
“Don’t you want me, Axel?”
He shouldn’t answer that. “Of course, I do.” Because he did.
He had for a very long time. Being with her like this shouldn’t feel right. But… damn it, he’d never known anything better.
This woman kissing him, Lady Felicity, was no longer betrothed to one of his oldest friends.
“Show me, then.” Her gown had become twisted around her waist, baring her knees and thighs. “Show me that I matter. Please?”
“You matter,hell.” His fingers moved of their own volition now, unfastening his falls. “You must know.” One hand moved between her legs while he used the other to keep his weight from crushing her.
“I don’t matter. Show me. Love me.” He barely comprehended her words as she pleaded with him.
She would be small, tight.
“Stop me now.” He spread her juices along her seam. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
“But I do. Show me what love is. I need you, Axel.” She wound her fingers around the base of his cock, and yet it was her words that excited him most.
“Show me that you need me.” She demanded, guiding the tip of his cock to her entrance.
More accurately, it was a combination of her wordsandthe fact that he was inches from ultimate bliss that made him rock hard. He was in a place he’d never allowed himself to imagine before. Not with this woman.
“Felicity.”
“Axel.”
“Stop me.”
“Axel.”
He was inside of her. A gentle nudge. So tight. Velvety heat clutched around him, luring him deeper. Tight but also open, welcoming. A greater thrust and…
“Oh!” Her exhaled gasp wasn’t pleasure. It was pain.
He froze. Experiencing a flash of lucidity, he silently acknowledged that a decision made over the course of less than two minutes had decided both of their futures.
Because, of course, they would marry.
“Felicity?” He lifted some of his weight off her, still inside. When she didn’t respond immediately, he began to withdraw slowly. “God, I—"
“No.” Her calves wrapped around his thighs, halting him. The enormity of his impulsive actions summoned an unusual flood of feelings, and along with the lust he’d experienced seconds before, his heart squeezed and a strange thickness filled his throat.
“I hurt you.” His voice came out sounding gravelly.
“No.” Barely allowing himself to breathe, he studied her face in the soft moonlight. Her lips were shiny and parted, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes closed.
One tear escaped, hovering on her lashes.
“What do you want, Felicity?”
She’d told him already…“Show me what it feels like. What does love feel like? Show me that I matter.”
