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him.
    “Like this,” he said, wrapping his own hand over hers to show her how he liked to be touched. His breath strained in and out as she continued on her own. She was hampered, however, by his clothing.
    He levered himself off her in a sudden movement, surprising her and leaving her feeling bereft. When she realised that he was removing the rest of his clothing, she purred in contentment, capturing his attention. His eyes met hers and in them she found a wealth of promised delights. She shivered.
    Richard remained motionless for several long moments while she drank in the sight of him. Her eyes drifted down his body, and she stared in amazement at his manhood, jutting out at a proud angle. Taking in his size, she was reminded that there would be pain this first time, but she wasn’t afraid. When he joined her again, she parted her legs to allow him to settle in between them. She reached with eager fingers to touch him again, but he stopped her.
    “I’m too close,” he whispered before taking her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, and the reminder of what he had done shot a heated surge of wetness to her already slick folds.
    He tore his mouth away and stared down at her while he used one hand to place himself against her entrance. She drew in a breath of wonder at the feel of him against her sensitised skin. He hesitated only a moment before pushing into her. He moved slowly, and she could tell that he was trying to be careful, but the pain was inevitable. She sucked in her breath to hold back her surprised gasp when he broke through her maidenhead.
    He stilled after seating himself fully inside her, watching her face intently. The sensation was so different from the feel of his fingers inside her. He filled her completely and his weight upon her comforted her.
    “Are you hurt?” His breathing was harsh, blowing across her cheek.
    She shook her head. “I was surprised…” The rest of her sentence was lost to a moan when he pulled back until only the tip of him was inside her, then surged forward again.
    His movements started slowly, but that soon changed as lust took over. He was thrusting into her with a force that made her pant with every downward stroke. Instinct urged her to wrap her legs around his lean hips and her passion-fuelled world narrowed, centring on the man over her. His weight holding her down on the cushions of the settee, the way her breasts pressed against his hard chest, the feel of his hot, hungry mouth as it moved over her throat. She felt the fire build within her belly, spreading through her heated body, and when he shifted his hips to grind into her with every stroke she shattered with a suddenness that had her crying out his name. She felt herself convulse, small spasms rippling over her, while Richard thrust once, twice more before burying himself deeply and releasing himself within her.
    The sound of her name was muffled against her neck as he collapsed on top of her. She loved the intimate feel of his weight on her, but all too soon he shifted onto his side on the narrow settee and drew her against him. His shaft slid out of her and she was filled with a sudden sense of emptiness.
    They lay like that for some time as their heartbeats slowed and the sweat of their bodies cooled in the darkened room. She clung to him, her head resting against his shoulder, while he drew slow, lazy circles along her back. She ran her hand over his chest, letting her fingers glide over the sprinkling of fair hair.
    “I’m sorry,” he said when he finally spoke.
    She stilled and looked up into his face. “For what?”
    “For not being more careful. There are things we must do to ensure you don’t fall pregnant, but I wasn’t thinking.”
    The reminder that theirs was only a temporary union was an unwelcome intrusion.
    “I’m sure it will be fine.” Her voice sounded hollow to her own ears.
    “Sophie, you could already be with child. If that is the case…”
    She closed her eyes and