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The thought of this large body covering her sent a thrill of excitement through Calliope.

And then he pushed down his trousers and a large and hard member sprang from within them. She caught her breath. It was long and pink and straight and thick and looked very, very hard, almost pulsating with veins going along it. She knew where it would go—she’d read it in Villains and Velvet—but how would it ever fit inside her? Would it not tear her apart?

As he freed himself from his trousers and stretched himself along her, he kissed her gently. “Do you like what you see, darling?” he asked, echoing her question from before.

Like? She loved what she saw. But she couldn’t say that out loud. “I…I’m lost for words.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” he said and brought her to him. His body felt hard and hot against her, his chest hair scratching slightly against her oversensitive nipples. He kissed her again, with so much need and hunger, she lost her breath. The kiss was messy and hard and fast, and yet, she was burning hotter and hotter for him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her body closer to his, the feel of his muscular thighs, and the soft hair of his stomach, and the feel of his silky, thick erection against the crease between her thigh and her stomach.

He pulled her leg up and over his hip, and she could feel his erection nudging against her sex, spreading her outer lips. He cupped her breast with one hand, circling her nipple with his thumb, and her nipple hardened and tensed. She moaned and arched her back in a futile attempt to press herself even closer.

The feel of his warm skin against her was like delicious fire setting her blood burning.

He resumed kissing down her neck and gave a special, delicate kiss to that spot above her collarbone that was no longer the source of pain but of pleasure.

And then his mouth was on her breasts. He sucked in one nipple, and an intense pleasure spilled through her, taking her over. She gasped out loud, unable to stop herself, and wrapped her arms around his head, freeing his long silky hair from its tail and digging her fingers through it. His hair fell and tickled her skin. As he sucked her nipple and played with it, rolling it with his tongue, nibbling on it gently with his lips and teeth, his wicked hand made his way down her stomach, leaving a burning trail. His fingers reached the triangle of her hair, and she shivered from need, from aching awareness as her insides tensed and swelled in anticipation. When he parted her folds and his finger dipped between them, a jolt of pleasure made her jerk.

He circled with his finger and explored her, just like she had done herself all those years ago, only it was so wonderfully different to have him do it. She didn’t know where his finger would go, how much he would press, and that drove her mad. He played with his touches, as light as a feather, then tapped against her gently, and then he pinched that special spot in those folds in such a way that made her shiver all over and cry out.

“That’s right, love,” he whispered. “You’re so soft and beautiful, and I’m going to lose my mind for you…”

She could feel his cock pressing against her hip, making slight movements back and forth.

And then his mouth left her breast and made a trail down her rib cage, down her stomach, and finally landed on her sex. She gasped. She remembered in one of the stories one of the villains kissing a lady there…

“Oh Lord, Nathaniel, are you going to… I thought it was nothing but an author’s imagination.”

“I am, love,” he murmured, his voice so deep, it reverberated in her chest. “And trust me, it’s not just an author’s imagination.”

He parted her thighs and dropped to the ground in front of her. And then he parted her folds with his fingers and his mouth was on her…right there. The feel was so decadent, so forbidden, and yet, so right and so exquisite, she burned all over.

She gasped and moaned, unable to contain the hot pleasure pulsating through her. His tongue, his wonderful, wicked tongue played, licking her up and down and circling around that glorious place that made her mindless with bliss.

Whatever he was doing, she didn’t ever want him to stop.

Something beautiful was building within her, and when he gently pressed his finger a little ways inside her, she wanted him to be deeper, to fill her completely, to claim her. She knew it would satisfy that need, that deep ache within her.

“Heavens, Calliope, you’re so tight, love,” he murmured against her sex. “But so sleek and wet and so ready for me.”

With a last kiss against her sex, he withdrew and positioned himself between her legs. “I’m sorry, love, but this might feel uncomfortable…but only for the first time, I promise. After that, every time is going to be so good for you. So, so good.”

She nodded. She didn’t know about the first time, but the ladies in the book always enjoyed it.

He slowly started to push himself against her entrance while his finger was still on that place that felt so incredible, and she relaxed as he withdrew a little.

He pushed again, a little harder, but she didn’t mind at all even though there was a little pressure. This was nothing compared to that hard pinch above her collarbone. This was pleasure and pressure, nothing more. She moaned as his finger rubbed against her.

He gleamed in the starlight like an otherworldly creature, a god who had come down from the night sky just for her, just to make her a woman and show her what her body could do.

He pulled back and pushed forward again, harder, while something within her built, and she arched her back, her breasts pressing against him.

He started making small, persistent movements with his cock, slowly burrowing within her. The pressure kept intensifying, but she was so mindless with pleasure now that she wanted him deeper and deeper. She moved her pelvis forward to meet his thrusts. There was a tiny feel of something popping, and a small pinch of pain, which was swallowed by that satisfaction of finally having him deep inside her.

He groaned as though from pain and froze. “Are you all right, love?” he asked. She felt him shaking.

“Very much so,” she whispered.