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Gwen’s eyes were wide. The man’s trousers had now slipped entirely down to his ankles, giving vision to…

Well. How on earth was this going to work with that thing?

His manhood jutted forward, a powerful statement of desire that seemed to throb even as she looked at it. He was… Well. A darn sight larger than she had expected.

“Are you ready?”

Gwen’s attention darted up to Ernest’s face, then back to where his thighs met. Ready? How the hell—

“Trust me,” Ernest said with a wry smile, pulling his shirt off over his head and allowing it to fall to meet his waistcoat. “I’m going to give you the best night of your life.”

And she could well believe it. How could he not, all chiseled abs and broad, wiry chest?

The man she adored held out a hand and Gwen did not hesitate. She stepped into his embrace and he dropped her to the bed, a tangle of limbs and heat causing flutters of anticipation throughout her body.

“You are gorgeous, you are,” Ernest murmured, twisting her over so Gwen was lying on her back looking up at him. “I have never known such beauty.”

“I would say flattery will get you anywhere, but I am not sure how much farther there is to go,” murmured Gwen with a nervous laugh, looking up at the man she could not get enough of.

Ernest flashed a wicked smile. “You’re about to find out.”

He was nestled between her thighs as he spoke, his manhood pressed up against her hip, but he shifted and before Gwen could say a word, before she could even think to brace for the sudden intrusion…he was there.

He was within her.

Oh, it was as easy as breathing. Ernest had slid his thick member deep within her and at no point did the pain come.

And there should have been pain, shouldn’t there? Gwen was no expert in the matter, but such a large part of him, and inside her…

But her body stretched, welcoming him in, and when Ernest was sheathed to the hilt, Gwen could not help but tilt her hips slightly in the hope of welcoming him deeper.

Ernest hissed. “Damn it, woman, give me a chance to ravish you!”

“Is this not it?” Gwen could not conceive of anything else. He was inside her, wasn’t he?

The mischievous smile on her lover’s face suggested she might indeed be missing something. “This is only the beginning. Hold on.”

“‘Hold on’? Why on earth would I need to—Ernest!”

It was a small miracle Gwen had even been able to gasp his name. The man had shifted, lifting his hips until he was almost out of her before thrusting himself deeply just as his hand caressed her breast, and a jolt of the same pleasure Gwen had so recently discovered pressed up against the wall cascaded through her.

She looked up in astonishment. “That—That was—”

“I said, hold on,” Ernest murmured, lowering his mouth to her collarbone.

She could do nothing but obey. Her fingertips pressed into his shoulder blades, her back arching and hips quivering with every pulse, Gwen allowed the man to take her deeply and passionately, his manhood spearing her, slowly building that same rhythm his fingers had already known, his mouth trailing kisses up her neck, his thumb and forefinger twisting her nipple in an aching promise of ecstasy, and Gwen was being overwhelmed, she was being overtaken, and her body seemed to know exactly what to do as she rocked against him and then she was—

“Ernest—Ernest, God, yes!”

Somehow, this peak was higher, this climax more all-consuming, and it was all Gwen could do but hold on to Ernest’s shoulders and allow her body to explode and fall apart. Wave upon wave of pleasure, somehow still building then pouring through her like a dam. It was perhaps hours later that Ernest’s groan filled her ears.

“Yes—Yes, Gwen, oh, yes!”

Hot, fiery passion was pouring into her as Ernest’s hips jerked, and when he collapsed into her arms and murmured sweet nothings into her ear, Gwen could not believe that this was the beginning of the rest of her life.

Chapter Sixteen

October 7, 1841