Their passion deserved more than shadows: a thing of such beauty deserved to flourish in sunlight.
It felt like the most natural thing in the world to rise and shed his coat. He reached for his waistband, and Glory watched him with inquisitive eyes. When he unfastened his trousers, his rearing erection fell out, and she wetted her lips. Stifling a groan, he shoved down his pants, sat beside her, and took her hand.
“Ready for your lesson?” he said.
She nodded, trembling when he folded her hand around his shaft. Hell, he shivered too. Not just because it’d been a long time since he felt a woman’s touch. It was because that woman was Glory—his little tigress whose sensual curiosity drove him wild.
“You’re so big,” she breathed.
His prick swelled even further, testing the limits of her grip. Her fingers looked so delicate against the veined length, the manicured tips just managing to meet around his throbbing girth.
“Touch me like this,” he instructed.
With his hand over hers, he taught her the motion and pressure he liked, and she demonstrated her usual aptitude for learning…and testing his control. The years of honing his self-discipline allowed him to keep his pleasure in check. To prolong the bliss of his beloved’s touch and revel in the knowledge that he was the only man to give her this lesson.
Soon she did not need his guidance, and he let go, pleasure blazing up his spine as she pumped his rod on her own, adding a squeeze at the tip that made him grunt and squirt a drop of seed.
She looked adorably pleased with her handiwork. “You get wet, too.”
“And you are ready for a more advanced technique.” He took her other hand, cupping it around his heavy balls, his breath hissing out at her exquisite touch. “That’s it, love. Stroke my stones while you frig me.”
Her lip caught beneath her teeth, she deftly learned how to make him lose his mind.
“Am I doing this correctly?” she asked.
Her gaze, brimming with a sweet eagerness to please, undid him.
“Bloody hell, yes,” he grated out.
In the next heartbeat, he exploded. The pent-up need of years raged through him and out of him. Glory gasped as his hot seed blasted her fingers, creamy arcs escaping into the air. Even as he shuddered with bliss, he felt a feverish arousal watching her: her big, curious eyes and needy squirming as he unloaded in her ladylike hands.
Unable to resist, he hauled her face-down over his lap. Her gasp was muffled by the cushions as he shoved up her voluminous skirts. He ran a possessive hand over her linen-covered bottom, finding the slit in her drawers. Satisfaction welled inside him: her cunny was drenched.
“Did you like touching my cock, sweeting?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she said bashfully.
“That is good, because I waited thirteen years to feel a woman’s touch again.” He felt her tremor of surprise. “And you were worth every minute of the wait.”
Reaching under, he rubbed her pearl with firm strokes until she moaned. With his other hand, he breached her lush entrance. Her pussy clutched his thrusting fingers, so wet and tight that he turned rock-hard once more. He pressed inside her, groaning when she pushed against him, needy for more. He added another finger, ramming deep, again and again until she gushed around him, mingling his name with words of love.
In that moment, he believed that anything was possible.
“There is much we need to plan,” Wei said. “How and when I should approach your papa to ask for your hand.”
Cuddled against him, her body still thrumming from their lovemaking, Glory felt a prickle of anxiety. She drew a breath and sat up to face him.
“I want you to speak to Papa,” she said hesitantly.
Wei narrowed his eyes. “But?”
“I think we should wait. Give ourselves time, to make sure we are certain—”
“I am certain,” he said flatly. “Are you?”
“About us? Yes,” she said with emphasis. “But there are other factors to consider. You know about Papa’s bill. While I don’t care if our marriage causes scandal, I don’t wish to compromise his efforts to ban opium smuggling.”
Wei’s scrutiny was piercing. “This is just about the bill? Because if you are unsure of your feelings, I would understand. I would not pressure you—”
