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She stepped out of her master bathroom, her stomach fluttering madly. The sexy outfit she’d gotten for her wedding night… well, it was on the bathroom floor, where she’d left it after she’d put it on while Arik used the guest bathroom to shower. Of course he suggested that they shower together, but no, her idea of the perfect wedding night had always included her sweeping into the bedroom to greet her new husband and make his tongue roll out at the sight of her skimpy lingerie.

Unfortunately, she didn’t sweep. And she wasn’t wearing her wedding night outfit. When she’d looked at herself in the mirror, the gorgeous lingerie hugging curves and allowing peekaboo glimpses of skin, she’d realized that she’d never been naked, had always been wrapped in lies and that infernal chastity belt. Yet, here she was, covering herself up again.

She’d stripped, because she was going to her husband as a new woman, completely open to him in a way she’d never been, and in a way she would be only with him.

Arik looked up from lighting a candle, and his mouth dropped open. Awesome. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but he let it fall, and the effect of his naked body on her was immediate. As she drank in the sight of his hard-cut pecs, rippling abs, and thick, jutting erection, heat flushed her skin, and liquid desire bloomed between her legs.

Limos’s effect on him was just as obvious.

He didn’t wait. In three strides he was in front of her and was kissing her with a desperation that made her pulse hammer crazily in her veins. His tongue stroked hers, thrusting in a blatant imitation of what they’d soon be doing. One of his hands dropped to cup her butt and haul her up against him, and a warm, sticky wetness smeared her belly as his erection pushed into it.

This was all so new to her, and she reached between them to run her finger over the little slit in the smooth cap. She played a little, exploring, loving how Arik’s breath hitched.

Slowly, reverently, Arik lowered her to the bed. “I fantasized about you,” he breathed against the shell of her ear as he stretched his big body over her. “When I was in that cell. When I slept, I dreamed about this.”

“Yeah?”

His hands glided up her waist and ribs to her breasts. “Yeah.”

“Was I good?”

“The best.”

A tremor went through her, a tiny shiver of hesitation. “What if I’m terrible at sex—”

He cut her off with a kiss. “Shh,” he murmured against ˀured agaher lips. “Let me take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”

“Who can argue with that,” she sighed, as he blazed a trail of fiery kisses along her jaw and down her throat. Goose bumps fanned out across her skin from every point of contact with his lips.

His hands caressed and massaged, and as he kissed his way lower, his fingers teased her nipple, each stroke sending little electric sparks through her body. Dizzying sensation drew her into a vortex of passion that intensified when one hand slid to her butt to lift her against his erection.

“Now, Arik,” she groaned. “Don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing, sweetheart.” He dipped his head and took her sensitized nipple into his mouth. When she cried out in sheer pleasure, he lifted his head. “I’m making sure your first time is everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

She arched, trying to take him inside. “It already is.”

A lazy smile curved his lips as he pressed his weight down on her. “Not so fast.”

“But I’m dying.” That was the whiniest thing she’d ever said, but she was so ready for this experience, and she was aching for a release that only two people could have. Too many years of self-gratification had made her impatient.

“Tell you what.” He dragged his tongue over her sternum and down to her navel, crawling backward as he went. “I’ll take the edge off for you. You good with that?”

“If you mean what I think you mean, I’m very good with that.”

He raised his face, his eyes hooded but overflowing with hunger. “And I’m good at that.”

Before she could tease him about being full of himself, he scooted off the bed to kneel, hooked her thighs with his forearms