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asked, his voice seeming to
disbelieve his good fortune. “All the more precious, love, this
gift you offer.”
    I almost began sobbing against his chest at
that point. The silken caresses, his calling me “love.” It was all
too much…all that I had ever hoped for and I still could not
believe it true. “You will not think me wanton?” I persisted.
    He pulled back and, thinking I had lost him,
my heart broke. How great my joy to see that he was only removing
his signet ring and one glove.
    “We will be married before a month passes,”
he promised. “I will go to your father this week and arrange it.”
Tossing the glove on the floor, he offered the ring to me. “Take
this ring and know that I tell you the truth, that I tell you what
is in my heart, dear Gabrielle.”
    I fastened the ring to a long chain I wore
hidden beneath my gown. Stretching my arms out, I unconditionally
offered my body to him. “Come to me, my love.”
    He moved cautiously, his obvious concern for
my pleasure making me burn hotter with each caress. His ungloved
hand parted my lower lips, the pad of his fingertips exploring the
entrance to my very center. I had imagined his hands to be very
smooth, more so than the glove, but they were rough. The surprise
left me panting as he pulled and teased the small button and thick
lips before sticking a finger full inside me.
    I could feel him testing my virtue and he
groaned as his finger brushed against the covering of my
virginity.
    “Sweet, sweet, Gabrielle.” His breathing was
harsh as his lust obscured his voice. He stroked the inside of my
center with his fingers as he leaned back and watched passion whip
through my body. “To think that this should be mine. Only
mine.”
    “Only yours,” I assured him. Begging him to
enter me, I extended my arms. “But take it now, my love. Take it as
my pledge of love for you, as you have given me your ring as
pledge.”
    He stood for a moment, removing the other
glove and tossing it next to its mate on the floor. He lowered his
pants until I could see the full thrust of his manhood silhouetted
in the moonlight. Something half gasp, half groan escaped me at the
sight of it. Like a true wanton, I reached out, sighing when my
fingers could not close around the shaft.
    “Will it hurt?” I asked, some part of me
hoping that it would. I wanted to walk around in the morning sore
from Sebastian’s love of me.
    He did not answer me immediately, choosing
instead to kneel in front of my wide-spread legs. My lower lips
were covered with a rich moisture that had built while he kissed
and touched me. He ran the tips of his fingers through it before
inserting them once again inside of my center. As his fingers moved
within me, his thumb ran over that distended bump of flesh that so
thrilled at his ministrations. So pleasured was I by his attentions
I had to bring my forearm across my face and bite at the soft flesh
lest I cry out and reveal our lovemaking.
    As he brought my desire to a high pitch that
had me thrashing on the couch, I felt the tear of my maidenly
shield and then the full thrust of his fingers inside me while my
body broke against a wave of ecstasy. When the waves subsided, he
withdrew halfway, his fingers wedging open the swollen gate of my
sex as he positioned his manhood at the threshold.
    I could feel myself expanding as he pushed
in. So greedy my body for his rod, the muscles snapped shut around
him and he moaned my name. His hands found my thighs and he began
pumping inside of me. Already, my body was quivering against his
and I heatedly demanded more, more of his thick shaft, more of the
sensuous flesh he offered up to appease my hunger. Fragile in our
lust, we trembled against one another as he pumped my body.
    I marveled at his strength, at the virility
of his thrusts, more enthralled with him than I had ever been.
Having loved him at such a distance, I had never noticed these
unexpected charms. Where I had imagined him slighter to the