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He loved how breathy she sounded, and even that sound went straight to his cock.

“Good.”

“Now, can I get you ready?” he asked.

She moved her hand out of the way, and he spread the lips of her pussy open. He moved his tongue between her slit, circling her hard nub. Tamsin moaned and the sound echoed around the walls and went straight to his cock.

Taking her clit into his mouth, he didn’t tease or prolong her pleasure. He wanted her to orgasm, and he wanted to make her ready to take his cock.

The truth was, he didn’t want to hurt her, and he didn’t know if he was going to be capable of doing this. The thought of seeing pain in her eyes or feeling her tense up was enough to make him terrified.

Mason had never felt this way about anyone. He’d never worried about causing someone else pain. Tamsin wasn’t just anyone. She was his wife, his … he didn’t know what to say or think. What was she other than his wife? He knew she meant a great deal to him.

Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, he focused on his woman, on bringing her pleasure, on licking and sucking her pussy. Taking her over the edge, into bliss, and then he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He needed to know she was slick and soaking wet, making it easier to penetrate.

Mason brought her to a second orgasm, and then he moved his way up the bed, settling between her thighs. Staring into her blue eyes, he knew in that instant there was no one else he wanted to be with. No other eyes he wanted to look into. Tamsin belonged to him and only him.

And the moment they did this, she was going to be his for the rest of their lives. There was no backing out. No other chances. Tamsin would be his. And he wasn’t afraid of that. He relished it.

Chapter Nine

Tamsin woke up and turned toward her husband. The previous night’s events came rushing back to her, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“How long have you been watching me sleep?” she asked.

“A couple of hours.”

She reached up and pressed her palm against his cheek. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Some. I don’t need a lot.”

Tamsin sighed and pushed some hair out of her face.

“How are you feeling? Are you sore?”

Mason had been amazing last night. Their first time it had hurt, and Mason hadn’t been able to complete. He’d lost his erection at the sight of her pain. She refused to let him leave, though. She held him deep inside her, and they had talked, and the pain had ebbed away. Then he’d been able to make love to her, and it was beautiful.

Afterward, like in the books she read, Mason hadn’t left her alone, and they enjoyed a nice, long bath. Once they were finished, he carried her through to the bedroom, and that was when they had seen the evidence on the sheets—some smears of blood. The sheets were going to be destroyed as they had bundled them up into the corner. They made the bed together, and then Mason had made love to her a second time before falling asleep.

Now, they were both awake.

“I’ve just woken up and all I feel is … happy.”

“Happy?”

“Yeah, I feel happy. Is that strange?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps it’s a good thing to be feeling anything when it comes to your husband making love to you,” he said, pulling her in close and pressing his lips against her neck.

She let out a sigh. “That feels good.”

“Good.” But he pulled away from her and she couldn’t help but pout.

“What is it? What’s the matter?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Mason, stop it. You’re not going to hurt me.”

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