She giggled. “Kiss me again.”
He did. He plundered her mouth again. Over and over, he thrust his tongue into her, and the feel of it sent her wild with desire. Her skirt restricted her legs, so she lifted it up. She wanted his hands on her there, needed his mouth to do what they had done before in his office.
She reached for his organ and found it quickly. She didn’t know when he had loosened his pants, but he had, and she was grateful. She stroked his thick, full length and knew that this was right. This is what a man felt like. He groaned in hunger at her caress, and she thrilled at the dark vibration that traveled from his body into hers.
“Never has a woman done this to me,” he said against her neck. His breath was hot as he shifted his hips. Her arms were between them, and she held his wet tip, rolling the moisture around and around with her thumb. Her other arm was free, and she let it flow around his hips and trim buttocks. What muscles he had! She squeezed playfully, laughing when his flesh barely moved.
He was looking at her, his expression fierce. She smiled at him, feeling her love swell for this serious, serious man. “I love how you feel,” she said. Then she sobered. “I love you how look at me. No one has ever looked at me like that.”
How she wanted him. How she wanted to feel what other women felt, to have him inside her, and to feel his child growing under her heart.
“No one will ever touch me like this but you.” She meantmore than just the physical caress. More, even, than the way his mere presence set her heart racing. She meant that he touched her spirit and made it soar. Would the Emperor allow her to take notes in a darkened chamber? Would he listen to her words about the Taiping Rebellion?
No. A thousand times no. Only Bo Tao respected her enough to hear her words, to ask for her help, and to trust her with his secrets. That was love, and so she told him.
“You love me, too.”
“I want to marry you, Ji Yue. I want you to choose me.”
“I do. I choose you.” She rose up to kiss him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and plundered him as he had taken her. They were belly to belly, but she felt him between her legs. She knew where his organ was, and she knew what she wanted. Him. And his child.
She sat. It wasn’t a conscious decision so much as a need that compelled her. One moment, she was above him, using her arms to support her weight as she kissed him deeply, completely, and as fully as she knew how. The next moment, she let her legs go weak. She dropped down, and he filled her in one beautiful, expansive, amazing moment.
He gasped, his eyes shooting wide. But it was just as quickly followed by a moan of both hunger and fear. “Ji Yue–”
She didn’t want him to speak. She didn’t want him to ruin this most wonderful moment. She silenced him with another kiss, another exploratory, teasing, fabulous kiss. And as she did, she rose up on her knees just enough to feel him slide nearly out. And then, she gave him a wicked, teasing smile and slid back down.
She saw him swallow and felt his arms tremble. “I love you,” he said fiercely. “You are mine.”
The next time she rose up, he helped her. And then as she came back down, he matched her movement with a thrust.
He was inside her, thick and large. His face had gone rapturous, and she thought how beautiful he looked. Then they began to move together. She controlled the ebb and flow of their movements. Though he helped, she decided what she wanted. When to lift, when to lower, how fast, how slow. And she found more joy in making his eyes flutter, causing him to groan or gasp, than she did in the feel of him hot and hard inside her.
Until she wanted more. Smooth slide. Hard pressure. He filled her again and her back arched in pleasure. But it was not enough.
He withdrew again, and this time she squeezed because he seemed to like it. Her hands tightened on his shoulder, and her knees gripped his hips. He thrust harder into her, and she laughed because it felt so right. She’d tilted her pelvis down to meet his movement, to feel the slam exactly where it was best. And when he rolled his hips against her, her breath caught on a gasp.
Their eyes locked together. She had no idea this was possible. This wonderful tension, the delight she’d felt before. It was the build to ecstasy that she’d experienced with him before. But the way their eyes locked, the total oneness with him–that was new. That was incredible.
They breathed together. They gasped together. And they built that quivering tension with perfect unity. He thrust, and she soared. He withdrew and she shivered. Higher and higher. Until they touched...
Heaven!
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“We must go,” he whispered against her ear. “Sweet Ji Yue, I am sorry, but we must hurry.”
She blinked. Shimmering delight still suffused her body–their bodies–since they were still joined. He gently raised her off of him, and she moaned as he left her. She liked the way he cradled her in his arms. And she loved the fullness of him inside her.
Then she noted the regret in his eyes as he gently set her aside. With faster and faster motions, he pulled off his tunic and undergarment. Then his biceps bulged as he tore a strip from the cotton shirt.
“This was not the way to do this,” he murmured. “I would have laid you in silk and covered you in perfumes.” He glanced at her, the apology clear in his eyes. “But you are so beautiful, and you took me by surprise. And once done,” he dropped a quick kiss on her lips, “I could not stop myself.”
He looked lower on her body. With tender movements, he used his torn strip to clean her. And when he lifted it away, she saw the dark stain of blood. Tilting her head, she peered closer. The lantern light was dim, but the truth was horribly clear nevertheless.
“I...” she gasped. “I am...”
He quickly wadded up the cloth and then made to throw it away. But then he stopped and stared down at it. “I need to burn this,” he said softly.
