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Before she could blink, Piper found herself bouncing back on the bed, with Myles prowling up her body like some kind of jungle cat. His hands slid up the outside of her thighs, fingers hooking in the waistband of the panties and working them down her legs until she was bare to him. He swore reverently, gripping her hips to hold her in place as he settled himself between her thighs.

The first touch of his tongue had her arching off the bed. He gave a slow, leisurely lick, as if learning her shape and taste.

“Mmm. You know what the best part of this is?”

“That I’m going to come in short order if you get back to what you were doing?” she managed.

His lips curved against her. “Well, there’s that. But no, the best part is that no other man will ever get this intimacy. No other man will ever know the taste of you, the scent of you. You’re mine.” This last he growled against her, and the vibrations sent a frisson of pleasure rippling through her. Then he set about proving that ownership, lapping and sucking until she was all but mindless with wanting. But not so mindless that she lost track of her own fantasy. As sensation built on sensation and her body strained toward release, Piper cried out. “Myles, stop. Stop!”

He froze, concern in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

She struggled to draw in enough breath to speak. “I want to come the first time with you inside me.”

That predatory gleam flared in his eyes again, and he shifted, covering her body with his. His cock nudged her entrance.

“Ready?”

“You’ve just tasted that I’m more than ready.”

Myles flexed his hips, sinking into her body, stretching and filling. At last. He took her mouth in a rough, desperate kiss as he withdrew and plunged back in, grinding his hips against her.

Piper’s legs locked around him, her hips shifting to pull him even deeper. “Yes. God, yes.”

“You feel so goddamned good.”

“More.” She nipped his lip, goading, taking his mouth in a hot, wet kiss, her tongue echoing the thrusts of his body into hers. Her hands dragged down his back, digging into his taut ass, urging him faster, harder. With every primal stroke, she tightened around him, dragging out the glorious, erotic friction of his cock moving within her, until her muscles began to quiver and pulse. The orgasm rolled through her, an unbridled storm. She cried out, body clamping around him. Above her, he stiffened, and she felt the heat of his own release as he poured into her.

Breath coming hard, Myles dropped his brow to hers. “I’m pretty sure that makes you most thoroughly mine, Mrs. Stewart.”

Piper tipped her face up to kiss him. “I don’t know, it might require several rounds to really take.”

A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “It’s best to be thorough in these matters.”

“Damn straight. Although as first times go, that was…”

“The best sex of my life.”

She sighed, exhausted and sated. “Glad it wasn’t just me.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure that was entirely you.” He rolled just far enough off her that he didn’t squish her when he collapsed. “What was that you did there at the end?”

“Kegels.”

“That thing you’re supposed to do for bladder strength?”

Piper snorted. “They have other uses.”

“I fully support those other uses. At every available opportunity.” He nuzzled her shoulder.

She rolled into him, laying her left hand over his heart, looking at the rings glinting in the candlelight. Other than her pearls, they were the only thing either of them was still wearing. She liked having that visible symbol of unity.

“What’s going through that busy brain of yours?” he asked.

“I was just wondering if it would’ve been that amazing if we hadn’t been married first.”

“How’s that?”

“I don’t know. You said yourself you felt some kind of primal satisfaction at the idea of claiming me as your wife. Did it live up to your expectations?”


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