He smiled and shrugged the garment

He smiled and shrugged the garment off his shoulders while she pulled at the sleeves. It fell away from his arms, and he plucked it from her hands to toss it aside.
Then he caught her face in both his broad hands and tipped it up. His grip was made of steel and yet gentle as a breeze. His lips hovered near hers. They drifted over her cheeks and eyes as if he could breathe her in.
Her eyes fluttered shut at such sweet torment. She wanted his kiss, and yet he teased. She stood before him, all but naked beneath his gaze. It was too much.
“Look at me, Fiona.” He breathed the words against her heated cheek and then leaned back so she might see his face. “What do you want of me?”
And so it came to this. He would make her ask.
“All of you,” she answered. And it was true. There was no point in denying it, and no reason to either. She lifted on her toes and slid her arms around his shoulders. “All of you,” she said again, and pressed her lips to his.
She meant to kiss him lightly, to tease and hint. But there had been enough of that. She clung to him instead, and opened her lips beneath his. He held her face in his hands and kissed her, urgent and hungry. The dam had burst, and so she gave in to it, tilting her head and welcoming his tongue, his lips, the pressure of his hands. ’Tis what she’d been longing for, though she’d denied it, even to herself.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against his chest. She could not get close enough. His kiss only stoked the fire burning low inside. She thought of all the times he’d been patient and the times he’d looked at her with such heat it struck the breath from her. All that came to this. This moment. This embrace. This kiss.
Clumsy, frantic hands, both his and hers, pulled away his shirt, and she rejoiced in the feel of his skin and his heat burning through her thin nightgown. He ran his hand down her back and cupped her bottom, pressing her closer still. He kissed the curve of her neck, and she arched to grant him access. His hands and his mouth seemed everywhere at once, and yet in none of the spots where she needed him most. The bits of her that burned the hottest.
Emboldened, she slid a finger into the waist of his trunk hose and tugged. He growled deep in his throat and caught her earlobe in his teeth.
“Still too many clothes, my lord.”
She tugged again, and he groaned louder, twisting his hand in her hair and tugging in return. He kissed her mouth again, hot and hard, plundering it with his tongue until she was breathless from it. He moved down the column of her throat, grazing his teeth along her flesh and biting softly until she shivered with need. She had not imagined such a hunger could exist.
He pulled her toward the bed, kicking off his shoes as they went. He reached out and flipped the covers down, then turned back to face her. She stood, weak-kneed and flushed with heat. He looked at her as if she were made of gold, more precious, even. Not breaking their gaze, he crouched low and gathered up the hem of her nightgown. Slowly, so slowly she almost yanked it off on her own, he inched the garment up, leaning in to kiss her hip once it was exposed. She could not hold back a breathy sigh. At last, he pulled it up and over her head. “This thing is made for sin,” he murmured. “You must wear it every night.”
She felt shy suddenly, with nothing between them but flesh and air, and yet his hands on her body were so divine she soon gave up her hesitation and leaned back against the bedpost, arching to grant him access to her bare skin. He filled his palms with her breasts, nudging them together so he might kiss them both at once. Her nipples peaked, as if reaching for him. She knotted her hands into his. If this was Campbell sin, then she would willingly burn for it.
She felt free and reckless, tugging at his hair and trailing her nails down his broad back. His muscles flexed beneath her touch, and she felt his tremor.
His hands moved up, and he held her face once more, looking deep into her eyes.
“I cannot think what stars have changed to bring you to my bed, but I shall thank them every day,” he said.
He did care for her. She could not deny it, for even in her innocence, she knew his words were not spoken lightly. She’d not deny him either. In this moment of raw tenderness, she must admit she cared for him as well.
“The stars were always aligned. I just couldn’t see them.”
“You see them now?”
“Yes.”
“You come to me willingly?”
Her heart felt near to bursting. “Yes.”
He kissed her mouth. She strained against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and rising on her toes. He bent and caught her up beneath her bottom with his forearms, lifting her from the floor as though she weighed little more than a flower. Then he twisted and they fell together to the bed.
He spread fervent kisses along her throat and nudged his thigh between her legs to press against that moist, heated core. She moaned and gripped his shoulders, urging him on.
“Patience, my love.

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Dia tersenyum dan mengangkat bahu garmen jawabnya sementara ia menarik di lengan. Ia jatuh dari tangannya, dan ia dipetik dari tangannya untuk melemparkan ke samping.Kemudian ia tertangkap wajahnya dalam kedua tangannya yang luas dan tip. Pegangan terbuat dari baja dan namun lembut sebagai angin. Bibirnya melayang di dekat miliknya. Mereka terhanyut nya pipi dan mata seolah-olah dia bisa bernafas dia.Matanya terbang menutup di siksaan manis seperti. Ia ingin ciuman nya, dan belum dia menggoda. Dia berdiri di depannya, semua tapi telanjang di bawah tatapan. Itu terlalu banyak."Lihatlah saya, Fiona." Ia menghembuskan kata-kata terhadap Nya pipi berpemanas dan kemudian membungkuk kembali sehingga dia bisa melihat wajahnya. "Apa yang Anda inginkan dari saya?"Dan jadi datang untuk ini. Dia akan membuat dia bertanya."Semua dari Anda," jawabnya. Dan itu benar. Ada ada gunanya menyangkal hal itu, dan tidak ada alasan untuk baik. Dia diangkat pada jari kakinya dan meluncur lengannya di sekitar bahunya. "Semua dari Anda," Dia berkata lagi, dan ditekan bibirnya nya.Dia dimaksudkan untuk menciumnya ringan, untuk menggoda dan petunjuk. Tapi sudah cukup. Dia berpaut kepada dia sebagai gantinya, dan membuka bibir bawah nya. Ia memegang wajahnya di tangannya dan menciumnya, mendesak dan lapar. Bendungan telah meledak, dan jadi dia menyerah pada itu, memiringkan kepalanya dan menyambut lidahnya, bibirnya, tekanan dari tangannya. ' Tis apa dia telah ditunggu-tunggu, meskipun dia telah menyangkal hal itu, bahkan untuk dirinya sendiri.Dia membungkus lengannya di sekitar pinggang, menarik dia ketat dadanya. Dia tidak bisa cukup dekat. Ciuman nya hanya menyalakan api yang menyala rendah di dalam. Dia pikir sepanjang waktu yang ia telah pasien dan waktu yang ia telah melihat dia dengan panas seperti tersadar nafas dari padanya. Semua yang datang ke Halaman ini. Saat ini. Merangkul ini. Ciuman ini.Tangan kikuk, panik, kedua nya miliknya, berhenti kemejanya dan ia bersukacita dalam merasa kulitnya dan panas nya pembakaran melalui baju tipis nya. Dia berlari tangannya turun kembali dan menaruh dia bawah, menekan masih lebih dekat. Ia mencium kurva lehernya, dan ia melengkung untuk memberinya akses. Tangannya dan mulutnya tampak di mana-mana sekaligus, dan belum di none bintik-bintik yang mana dia butuh dia paling. Bit yang dibakar terpanas.Berani, dia meluncur jari ke pinggang Nya selang batang dan menarik. Dia menggeram jauh di tenggorokan dan tertangkap daun telinga nya di gigi."Masih terlalu banyak pakaian, Tuhanku."Dia menarik lagi, dan Dia mengerang lebih keras, memutar tangannya di rambutnya dan menarik kembali. Ia mencium mulutnya lagi, panas dan keras, menjarah dengan lidahnya sampai ia terengah-engah dari itu. Ia pindah ke kolom tenggorokannya, merumput giginya sepanjang dagingnya dan menggigit lembut sampai dia menggigil dengan perlu. Dia tidak pernah membayangkan kelaparan seperti itu bisa ada.Ia menariknya ke tempat tidur, menendang dengan sepatu ketika mereka pergi. Ia mengulurkan tangan dan membalik selimut turun, kemudian berbalik menghadapi dia. Dia berdiri, lembek dan memerah dengan panas. Dia memandang seolah-olah ia diperbuat daripada emas, lebih berharga, bahkan. Tidak melanggar pandangan mereka, dia berjongkok rendah dan mengumpulkan kelim gaun nya. Perlahan-lahan, jadi perlahan-lahan dia hampir menarik pada dirinya sendiri, dia inchi garmen up, bersandar di mencium pinggul setelah itu terkena. Dia bisa tidak menahan napas mendesah. Akhirnya, ia menarik atas dan melewati kepalanya. "Hal ini dibuat untuk dosa," ia bersungut. "Anda harus memakainya setiap malam."Dia merasa malu tiba-tiba, dengan tidak ada antara mereka tetapi daging dan udara, dan belum tangannya di tubuhnya jadi ilahi dia segera menyerahkan dia ragu-ragu dan bersandar kembali bedpost, melengkung untuk memberinya akses ke kulitnya telanjang. Dia mengisi palms nya dengan payudara, mendorong mereka bersama-sama sehingga dia bisa mencium mereka keduanya sekaligus. Puting nya memuncak, seolah-olah mencapai baginya. Dia diikat tangannya ke dalam. Jika ini adalah dosa Campbell, maka ia akan rela membakar untuk itu.Dia merasa bebas dan sembrono, narik rambutnya dan trailing kuku bawah punggung yang luas. Ototnya tertekuk di bawah sentuhan nya, dan ia merasa getaran nya.Tangannya naik, dan ia memegang wajahnya sekali lagi, melihat jauh ke dalam matanya."Aku tidak bisa memikirkan apa yang telah berubah bintang untuk membawa Anda ke tempat tidur saya, tapi saya akan berterima kasih setiap hari," katanya.He did care for her. She could not deny it, for even in her innocence, she knew his words were not spoken lightly. She’d not deny him either. In this moment of raw tenderness, she must admit she cared for him as well.“The stars were always aligned. I just couldn’t see them.”“You see them now?”“Yes.”“You come to me willingly?”Her heart felt near to bursting. “Yes.”He kissed her mouth. She strained against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and rising on her toes. He bent and caught her up beneath her bottom with his forearms, lifting her from the floor as though she weighed little more than a flower. Then he twisted and they fell together to the bed.He spread fervent kisses along her throat and nudged his thigh between her legs to press against that moist, heated core. She moaned and gripped his shoulders, urging him on.“Patience, my love.