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throat.
    Dark eyes scanned her face, lingering for an eternal moment on the pulse in her throat before moving to her breasts and the pink flesh swollen between her legs before rising and meeting her eyes.
    His other hand pumped his shaft, making it swell and grow even thicker.
    He wrapped her long hair around his fist and jerked her head again.
    Tears flooded her eyes and she blinked frantically.
    She wanted this.
    She’d asked for this, actually written it down in black and white, so why did she feel fear as well as a crazy excitement?
    "On your knees," he growled.
    She immediately complied because her legs had gone as weak as water.
    Her womb wept as his hand fisted in her hair.
    Still he kept pumping his shaft and now it was right in front of her face.
    He stroked the glistening head down one soft cheek and then the other leaving a river of fluid on her skin before rubbing the tip back and forth across her trembling mouth like lip gloss.
    Nudging her lips, she received the message and opened her mouth wide.
    He slid into her mouth.
    For a moment Charlotte thought she’d be unable to breathe, but remembered to relax her gag reflex and managed to take him part way down the back of her throat.
    Her husband’s too dark eyes were wild, feral, as they never left her face.
    He pumped harder, his breathing harsh now as his vast body shuddered.
    His hips swivelled and she moaned deep her throat.
    The vibration had that strong jaw clench and so she did it again and again as he spread his legs wider and bent his knees as he hammered himself into her willing, tight mouth and she’d never seen anything like it.
    A low whine erupted from his throat as he appeared to be in an agony of utter ecstasy.
    Big, strong, always in control James Gillespie was coming apart, falling apart before her very eyes.
    This was what she wanted, what she'd waited so long for, and a feeling of immense feminine power lifted her heart.
    His slashing cheekbones were hot, burning with an arousal that flushed down his neck. Then she felt him go even harder as his shaft pulsed and he howled her name as if his very soul was being torn from his body. His seed shot hot and salty over and over down her throat. And she loved it as she swallowed and watched him shudder again and again.
    Still she licked him before collapsing with great heaving breaths, utterly spent, to the dark blue carpet of thick wool.
    Her aching arms were still tied but they were as nothing compared to the sting of the carpet burn on her knees. And Charlotte couldn’t give a damn because at last James had given her what she'd needed for so long. For the husband she loved to let himself go, and to come apart, for her.
    Great sobs shook her as James quickly untied her, scooped her up, carried her to their bed and laid her down on her side.
    "Och, my wee darlin’. Did I hurt you?"
    He held her tight as a shaky hand stroked her from shoulder to hip and back again.
    Through tear drenched eyes, Charlotte met the dark blue and anxious eyes of the love of her life.
    "No." She shook her head. "You didn’t hurt me. I’ve never seen you look so happy or so free of stress and strain. Honey, I rocked your world."
    "Darlin’, you bluidy killed me."
    He buried his face against the pulse beating frantically at her neck and took a deep inhale of breath.
    She shivered as he dragged his teeth down her slick, delicate skin and felt his big body shudder under her hands.
    God she loved him so much.
    All she’d ever wanted was for him to experience everything he’d brought to her and more.
    But then without warning he flipped her on her back and she realized he was hard and ready for her yet again.
    His erection was like steel as it entered her with one hard thrust before he held absolutely still.
    Charlotte closed her eyes and simply let herself go.
    The way he stretched and filled her tonight was so very special. The sting was both a pain and a pleasure in a way he’d never filled her before. His tongue was