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She kissed him back. Her hands gripped his shirtfront and pulled him in closer, and he walked her back to the edge of the bed one slow step at a time, his mouth leaving hers only when breath required it.

“I have thought about this,” he said, his voice rough, breath hot against her throat. “Since that night we kissed.”

The color already in her cheeks deepened by a shade, and she moaned in response, exposing more of the length of her throat to his questing tongue.

“So have I,” she said, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she gripped his shoulders for purchase of any sort as he moved her backward.

He went to one knee when her legs met the bed, and she sat on it, his molten gaze roaming over every part of her his eyes could touch—her loose hair, desire-darkened eyes, kiss-swollen lips.

“Beautiful,” he groaned, his hands starting a slow ascent up her thighs, under her skirts, not taking his eyes off of her for one second. “When you said you enjoyed riding your horse…” His lips curved at the sight of her eyes widening. “I wanted, more than anything, for you to ride me.”

“Adam!” She gasped now, his first name falling from her lips with a sensual abandon that made him shudder from head to toe, his breeches going tight at once as his member rose, rock hard.

“Yes,” he groaned, gathering her skirts in both hands and pushing them upward. “Say my name, lovely Juliet.”

“How could you even…” She gasped, her fingers digging into his flesh, the evidence of her desperation for him pushing his own desire even higher. “Think such things…?”

At those words, Adam chuckled. “Oh, you don’t want to know the things I think about you…” He drawled.

“Ah.” She gasped when he pulled her ankles from the silk, then her calves, then her knees. She caught his wrist. “You don’t have to—” she started to say.

“Oh, sweet Juliet…” He pressed his mouth to the inside of her knee. “I want to.”

He moved his hands to the inside of her thighs and settled her closer to the edge of the mattress. She exhaled audibly at the shift, her hips jerking up, as if hoping for more of his touch.

He pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee, enjoying the way her breath pulled in sharply.

“Oh, dear God.” She moaned, her hand trailing up to his neck, up towards his hair.

“Hmm,” Adam hummed. “I would prefer it if you addressed the one giving you pleasure, my dear,” he said, his lips curving against her skin.

Now, he moved higher, along the inside of her thigh where the skin was warm and growing even warmer, and the fragrance of her arousal snaked into his nostrils, taking over his senses.

Heavens, his mouth was already watering, his manhood already heavy and tight with his desire.

He could no longer tease her. Not when he ached for a taste.

“I know I said I would not pressure you for an heir,” he rasped, thrusting his hips against the air, eager for her. “But I have dreamt of nothing but you for weeks, Juliet. And I want you… not just to carry my heir… but I want you.”

And with that confession, he put his mouth to the center of her, his tongue lapping up her wetness. And the burst of sweetness on his tongue nearly had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He groaned.

Juliet screamed aloud, her hips jerking against his mouth, and Adam had to hold her hips down so he could properly feast.

“Oh, Adam!” she moaned, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling from the roots softly.

“Yes,” he groaned in response, thrusting his tongue into her in time with her hips.

His fingers parted her folds, her wetness spilling down his jaw.

He worked carefully. Within the first minute, he had a clear sense of what shortened her breathing and what stopped it altogether, and he held to the latter. Her thighs pressed against his shoulders.

The hand in his hair went from slight pressure to a firm grip, her fingers curling tight. “Adam, I—I can’t… oh!” She moaned, hips thrusting.

“Let go,” he said, against her nether lips. “Juliet, my sweet. Let go.”

Her hips lifted off the mattress, and he did not change the pressure. No, he held steady, entirely focused on her, and felt the moment she let go— her whole body going taut, her thighs trembling hard against him, locked around his head.

“Adam…” She moaned out her release, taking every last ounce of the pleasure his tongue gave her, her body convulsing until it slowly slumped in his hands.