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Alaric looked upon his Emma and knew how Ares must have felt when gazing upon Aphrodite. Desire. Covetousness. Fierce possessiveness tempered by an equally fierce dose of tenderness. Yet Ares, that wretched Olympian, could only claim Aphrodite as his lover for she’d been wed to another god. Emma, on the other hand, was all Alaric’s, and he would never, ever let her go.
He told himself that he’d done the right thing in eloping with her. In giving in to her sweet request. Why delay the inevitable? Now she belonged to him, and the torment of waiting was over. His cock strained to make the ultimate claim, yet first he had to be sure his duchess was ready to take him.
Taking his rigid member in hand, he teased them both by running the burgeoned tip through her damp petals. He groaned at her lushness, her cream coating his head. Withdrawing, he found her opening with his fingers, eased his middle digit inside. Her little passage clenched him immediately.
“You’re delicate, pet.” He fingered her, drawing out her wetness, not wanting to hurt her. “It might sting a little at first.”
“I’m not afraid. I want you, Alaric,” she said steadily. “Come inside me.”
Unable to hold back any longer, he lowered himself onto her giving softness, notching his cock to her slit. He pushed slowly between her dewy lips. A strangled sound left him at the snug fit, the decadent squeeze of her virginal sheath around his invading cock. She stiffened beneath him, and it took all of his willpower to hold still, to not thrust all the way home as his every instinct clamored to do.
“Sweeting?” he said, looking into her eyes.
“It feels strange,” she said breathlessly. “Is the fit always this... tight?”
Perspiration misted on his brow as he battled for control. “’Tis only because it’s your first time. You’ll get used to me.”
“Are you, um, all the way in yet?”
He looked down—a mistake. The sight of their joined bodies, of her pretty pussy stretched around the thick meat of his shaft nearly undid him.
“About halfway,” he managed. He was definitely overestimating, but he didn’t want to frighten her.
“Halfway?” she said with clear dismay. “You’re too big.”
At the mention of its size, his vain beast puffed up even further. “You’ll adjust to me in a moment,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Try to relax, pet.”
“Maybe if I move a little...”
Before he could dissuade her, she tipped her hips up, the motion making him slide deeper into her heat. She gasped; he groaned at the torturous pleasure. His cock was halfway buried in the hottest, tightest quim he’d ever had—and he couldn’t move.
“It doesn’t sting as much now,” she said. “Can you try again—but go slowly?”
He wanted to sing Hallelujah with the angels.
“Aye, pet.” He rocked his hips. “Whatever you want...”
He moved back and forth carefully. Seeing that she didn’t show any signs of pain, he went a little deeper the next pass and the next. He could feel her flowering around him. She let out a sigh, her lushness surrounding him, gripping him. Lungs burning, he finally sank himself to the hilt and held.
“How is that, darling?”
Her eyes were heavy-lidded. “Mmm, quite... nice.”
“We’ll have to do better than nice,” he said huskily.
Leaning down, he suckled her nipple as he began moving again. When she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, he knew her discomfort had passed. He quickened his thrusts, groaning as her hips began to accompany his movements, lifting naturally, perfectly, to take him even deeper. When her head began to toss restlessly on the pillow, he gripped her soft bottom and plunged, angling his prick to graze her pearl, grinding against the sensitive peak. Over and again, he did this, circling his hips, using the unyielding root of his cock to maximize her pleasure and ratcheting up his own in the process.
He was wild for her, a hair’s breadth from spending harder than he ever had in his life. She writhed against him, their bodies straining together, slick with sweat.
“Oh my goodness,” she gasped.
“That’s it,” he rasped, increasing the ferocity of his thrusts. “Spend for me. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
“Alaric.”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Christ, you’re milking me so hard I can’t—”
