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nothing more than to take her, pound himself into her until she screamed with mad pleasure.
    But he held himself back. This first time was for her. Thomas wanted to blot out the memory of any other sexual experience she'd had. When she climaxed he wanted her to think of no one but himself.
    "I'm going to make you come hard and fast without even touching your cunny," he whispered in her ear. "Come for me now."
    He set to work with his tongue plucking one nipple, his thumb lightly squeezing the other, and the long fingers of his other hand dipping into the cleft of her buttocks as she undulated against his very sensitive dick.
    He felt her body tense, knew the sensations were gathering, the painful pleasure ready to rip her apart. "Yes, it's there, almost there," he whispered against her nipple. "Reach the peak, my darling."
    With his last hard tug on her, he felt her fly apart, felt the seismic pulsing of her cunt against his hip as the orgasm ripped through her. He moved his mouth to hers and plundered her with his teeth and tongue as her climax gripped her for long moments.
    When she collapsed against him, sweat beading on her brow and between her breasts, he knew instinctively it was the first time she'd been brought to the brink of sexual destruction.
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    Chastity felt boneless. As if she'd melted into a quivering mass of muscles without any structure to hold her body together. She'd simply, she thought – shattered.
    Without a word, Thomas lifted her, carried her to the bed and lay her down on the cool sheets. He slipped the gown down her hips. She lifted them and shimmied it to her feet. Then he simply stared at her, his eyes following the lines of her damp body from feet to breasts.
    "Christ, you make me horny." He bent to remove his stockings. "You're so – juicy, so fuckable."
    He sat on the edge of the bed, traced his forefinger down the cleavage between her breast, circled to her navel, and continued to the curly hair of her mound. His dick jutted against his lower belly, still thick and powerful.
    "More?" he asked as he pierced her with eyes that glittered with anticipation. "Shall we go again?" He glanced down at his stiff manhood. "As you can see, I've not nearly finished."
    She was surprised. "Again? Can we?"
    "Ah, yes, we can. Again and again, if you like." He lowered himself beside her, still toying with her nether curls. He pressed a firm kiss against her mouth, slipped his tongue inside to probe and stir. His finger began a circular motion around the small nub of her sex.
    She covered his hand with hers. "No, stop, don't – don't touch me there."
    He nuzzled her neck. "Why?" He pulled back and looked at her eyes. "Are you still bleeding? Are you in discomfort?"
    "No, yes, I mean – "
    "You mean, a little, not very much? It doesn't matter," he said and continued his teasing between her legs. "When we finish you'll feel infinitely better."
    "But you can't – we – we can't – during my courses."
    This time he jerked back, stilled his hand. "You're jesting. Who told you that nonsense?" His lips thinned. "Never mind. I think I can suppose. The baron finds you – inappropriate to be around at this time of the month. Am I right?"
    "He finds me disgusting."
    "I find nothing about you disgusting, so I assume your husband is completely out of his mind. Let me show you," he whispered, resuming his ministrations, "how wonderful this can be."
    She felt the rising of tension between her thighs, another gathering of intense sensation when he slipped a finger inside her, pushing upward toward the front of her body, searching, caressing, pressing until – oh, God, yes – he'd found the spot. She bit her lip to hold back a scream.
    He inserted a second finger and pressed harder, slipping in and out and forward. "Let go, Chastity. Let yourself go." He covered her mouth with his and swallowed her scream as her body bucked against his hand and her fingers clawed at his shoulders.
    "Again, my love, come again," he urged