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“You are glorious,” he said, unsure where to lay his eyes first. The swell of her breasts? The curve of her hips? That place that he’d touched and would do so again? Aye. There. As she lay against the pillows, it was there Kieran began as he lay beside her. “Open your legs for me,” he whispered into her ear, her hair tickling his face.

She did.

He slipped first one, then two fingers inside, kissing her neck and making his way to Maisie’s delectable mouth. She was so wet, Kieran had to resist making love to her immediately. He didn’t want this to go too quickly. In many ways, she was still a virgin even if her maidenhead had been broken.

“Mmm,” she moaned against his lips.

Kieran pulled back, using his fingers to ensure she was more than ready for him.

“You like that, sweet Maisie?”

“I do,” she murmured.

He’d never wanted to please a woman more. She deserved it. She deserved so much. More than he could give her. But at least he could give her this.

Pulling his hand from her, Kieran moved atop her, willing himself to go slowly. He cursed her already dead husband for the look of fear that flitted across her face.

“I will go slowly. Gently,” he said. Then, with a smile, “Unless you will it otherwise.”

She blinked. “Which I willnae.”

Aye, Maisie. You will.

Guiding himself into her, Kieran nearly spilled his seed. She was so damn tight. And beautiful. He might not be the first to be with such a woman, but he would be the first to have her find pleasure in lovemaking.

To that end, when he was fully buried in her, Kieran did not move. Instead, he allowed her to feel the fullness and become accustomed to it.

Even if the stillness nearly killed him.

She held on to his arms, Maisie’s fingers a caress as sweet as the woman herself. When she, ever so slightly, pulled him into her, Kieran began to move. Slowly. Withdrawing and pumping back into her.

“My God, you have magnificent breasts.”

“You have magnificent . . . everything,” she said.

Kieran chuckled, something he didn’t typically do during lovemaking. Enjoying their banter, enjoying being joined with her, he kept it going.

“Why, thank you, my lady. Shall I show you precisely how magnificent I can be?”

Accustomed to him now, looking completely relaxed, Maisie smiled. “If it pleases you.”

“Oh, it pleases me very much.”

Propping himself with one arm, Kieran reached between them. Slowly rubbing circles with his thumb as he entered her more deeply, he watched the expression on her face. A moment ago, she’d been smiling. Almost laughing. Now Maisie’s lids hooded and her mouth opened. The sound she made?

Nearly his undoing.

He did not relent, alternately making love to her ever so slowly, continuing to use his hand to bring Maisie to climax, and now faster. Kieran was determined for her to find pleasure in an act she surely had not before.

Nay, not just pleasure. He wanted Maisie never to forget this moment.

“Do you like that, sweet Maisie?” he asked, his voice low. His words, like another caress. “Me inside you?”

“Kieran.” Her fingers attempted to grip his shoulders. “Look at you,” she said, more to herself than him.

She was close.

“I want you to let it all go for me. Can you do that?”