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“I am yours and you are mine,” he murmured as he lifted her once again, this time walking to the bed and placing her upon it.

He climbed onto the bed and lay next to her. They rolled to their sides and faced each other. Wren wondered why he didn’t proceed. She wanted more kisses and caresses. The desire to be his consumed her.

“Do you know what happens in the marital bed?” he asked, his eyes boring into hers. “Between a man and a woman?”

Wren nodded slowly. “I know that we are to join. With our bodies.”

“Do you understand how?” he persisted.

If the man continued to question her, she may as well go to sleep. “I imagine your member will do something.”

A smile threatened at the corners of his lips. Then he pulled her closer and kissed her. His hand traveled down her body, and she shivered. “We will join. My staff…” he paused and slid his hand between her legs.

Shocked at the touch, she pushed her legs together, but then forced herself to relax.

To her amazement, Grant trailed kisses to her breast, then took one tip into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.

It was the most wonderful feeling, when he suckled at it, then moved to the other breast. On her back now, she arched into him, wanting him to continue. Awareness of where his hands were returned when he palmed her sex.

Grant took her mouth again, and at the same time, his finger slid between the folds of her sex and Wren’s eyes flew open as heat pooled at her core. When he began circling the nub in the center with his finger, she grabbed his shoulders, not sure if she wanted him to continue or stop.

“Close your eyes, feel it,” Grant whispered. “My staff will enter you here.” One of his fingers slid into her, while the other continued to stroke her to distraction.

Like water tumbling from a waterfall, rivers of desire coursed through her to the very center, and she shuddered. Her body was aflame and floating at the same time as she cried out Grant’s name.

“Oh. Oh,” she repeated several times, unable to form any other words. “Whatever he’d done was magic. If only it would continue.

Grant climbed over her; so much skin against her already sensitive body made it hard to figure out what he did. Just as she was about to ask, once again he took her mouth, and all was forgotten.

The sensation of being stretched as his staff prodded against her was strange. Wren squeezed her eyes shut, unsure of what would happen. But he was relentless with his mouth, licking down the side of her neck, nipping lightly at the very sensitive base of her throat. “Mm…mm.” She was about to float away when suddenly a piercing pain broke through everything, and she cried out.

“Shhh,” Grant murmured and drove in deeper, and after a moment, it didn’t hurt. The throbbing subsided almost as fast as it came, and she let out shallow breaths.

Pushing his face up, Wren met his gaze. “What happened? Will it always hurt?”

He shook his head. “No, just this once. I tore your maidenhead.”

“So are we finished?” Wren asked, noting his breathing was more like pants.

“No, my beauty. We are not. Relax around me.” Being that it felt as if he filled her completely, Wren wasn’t sure how he expected her to relax, but she did her best.

“Kiss me,” Grant instructed, and she pulled him down for a kiss. At first, the kiss was tentative, testing, but soon, it deepened, his tongue probing, his hands caressing her body.

Wren wanted to touch him too. “Can I touch you?”

His deep chuckle was nice, and he nodded. “My body is yours.”

The statement sent a shiver through her; well, there was that and the fact he was moving his hips forward and backward, his staff sliding in and out of her. Wren ran her hands down his back, stopping at the swell of his bottom, unsure she dared go there. It was hard to concentrate with him moving.

Her eyelids fluttered shut without her trying to keep them open, and she sighed happily, enjoying his movements. The faster he moved, the more she wanted; it was as if he dangled a carrot just out of reach and she was determined to grab it.

“Faster, more.” Wren dug her fingernails into the small of his back. “Yes.”

Suddenly she crested, her entire body seeming to burst into pieces, and this time she covered her mouth with her hand as screams of ecstasy could not be stopped. Grant continued the wonderful onslaught until he, too, suddenly let out a hoarse cry and shook as he also became lost.

Slick with perspiration, breathing harshly, Grant rolled to his back, bringing her with him, and kissed her. “I love you so very much. It has never been like this.”

Wren would have replied, but she clung to the passionate abyss, her body so taut she wondered if the sensations would ever stop. It was as if her body continued to climb.