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How beautiful he’d looked then, sending her promptly down the spiral of her physical infatuation toward him.

But now, knowing the man under this perfect facade, he was even more breathtaking.

She sat up and reached out her hand, needing to feel him. The moment her fingers touched his skin, his eyes fell closed, and he let out a deep sigh.

“God, your touch,” he whispered.

Honoria smiled, emboldened. She pressed both palms to his chest, fingers splaying wide. Gooseflesh rose beneath her touch, a low sound rumbling in his throat.

But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

She rose to her knees, exploring him—his shoulders, his arms—tracing every line of his body until she could not take it anymore. Her lips replaced her hands, trailing kisses across his neck and down his chest.

Her fingers worked at the fastenings of his breeches, pulling them down and freeing his cock.

She paused, leaning back just to see the uncovered treasure. His cock stood proudly, thick and tall, the skin veined and taut.

She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him in her mouth. The thought sent heat racing through her.

He stepped off the bed only to discard his breeches, then stood at the edge of the bed, watching her under his hooded eyes. He took himself in his hand and stroked slowly, never breaking eye contact.

“I want to see you,” he said hoarsely. “All of you.”

Honoria licked her lips. She could watch him standing there naked in the glowing firelight forever, but she wanted more. She needed him near her, over her, inside her.

She stood and turned her back to him, giving herself over. He quickly began undoing the buttons at the back of her dress, kissing the nape of her neck as he did so, his lips brushing her skin, his teeth grazing lightly.

He slid the dress down, grabbed her by the shoulders, and turned her to face him.

His hungry gaze took in her form visible now through the thin layer of her chemise.

“Take it off,” he demanded roughly, one hand caressing his cock again.

She obeyed, in one swift motion pulling it over her head and letting it fall to the floor.

He was on her at once, his hungry kisses devouring her throat, her collarbone, lower… He took her breast into his mouth, sucking, while his hands roamed her body, touching, caressing, squeezing.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her knee rising to wrap her leg around his hips, her hip thrusting forward to feel him close. To feel his cock pressed against her wet center.

They fell back onto the bed, all tangled limbs and breathless kisses.

“I want you,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She smiled, arching her back, bringing their bodies closer.

And then he was inside her. Swift, deep, filling her entirely.

“Oh, Jacob,” she breathed.

His movements became more frantic as he slid in and out of her, his mouth on her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin, his tongue soothing the sting.

The sounds of their joining, his gasps and her moans, filled the room. Her nails dug into his shoulders, needing him closer and closer…

He froze on top of her, his face contorted in pleasure, as he came, collapsing against her with a sigh, the weight of his body bringing her comfort. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, wanting to still feel him inside her.

She kissed his cheek, his beard tickling her sensitive lips. Then she dipped her head to his neck and tasted his salty skin.

He chuckled, rolling onto his side, taking her with him, his softening cock still inside her.