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possessed by a man.”
    “Then you shall, dearest heart, you shall.”
    Strong and gleaming, he moved over her, and she spread her thighs wide to accommodate him. Poised there, his kissed her lips, her cheek, the side of her neck, while his warm cock brushed against her, nudging her thighs and her female curls as he moved and kissed and breathed. She could feel the satin moisture at his tip dampening her skin.
    But still he didn’t thrust in. Instead her reached down to fondle her again, playing with the little bud that was the source of all sensation most intense. He meant to ready her to the utmost of his abilities, and she knew a lesser man would not have been so courteous.
    “Please, I’m ready,” she whispered, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
    “Very well…” It was almost a sigh, and as he spoke, Lucy felt the firm press of his cock against her entrance. Somehow the sensation of it gave an impression that it was far larger than it looked.
    A moment of apprehension gripped her, but she braced her spirits and squashed it, and when Ethan started to push, she pushed back, just as determinedly.
    There was pain. She’d expected that. But nothing like the piercing agony the young ladies at her Mademoiselle’s Collegiate had spoken of in dramatic whispers, all those years ago. It was a sensation of pressure, a relentless pressure, a discomfort, but the fierce expression on Ethan’s face only fired her own ferocity. Reaching behind him, she grabbed his firm backside and urged him on, almost throwing her hips at him in a reciprocal surge.
    “I’m hurting you,” he gasped, and she felt him hesitate.
    “No, you are not!” She threw the lie back at him, redoubling her efforts. Guided by instinct, she ran her fingertips down the central division between his buttocks, and tickled the little vent there in an encouraging action.
    Ethan roared and his hips plunged like a steam-driven hammer. Her virgin barrier instantly yielded. Sharp pain flared for a second, but she ignored it, still pushing upward, wanting, wanting, wanting his flesh inside her.
    “Oh my dear, oh my dear,” he chanted in her ear, his body stilling as he reached his depth inside her.
    Lucy could not speak, only lie there, lost in wonder.
    She was possessed by a man, joined with him, feeling his solid unbending flesh lodged deep inside her. She’d never expected this, never expected another man after her former sweetheart to ever want her. Although on hearing of its pleasures from the Ladies’ Sewing Circle, she’d always hoped and dreamed that a chance might come.
    Tears welled in her eyes, and she reached up to snatch off her spectacles and toss them aside so she could dash away the drops. Above her, Ethan’s face became a blur, but she could still see the shadows of concern, despite that. “Don’t worry,” she said, reaching up and touching his cheek, “I’m weeping because I’m happy. Not because I’m sad.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Completely… You’re my rescuer, dear Ethan, my savior. You’ve saved me from the curse of being an old maid who never knew the pleasure of a man.”
    Kissing her, he laughed. “Nonsense, my dear, you’re a handsome and desirable woman, and clearly all the men you’ve encountered thus far are undiscerning fools, unable to see a treasure set before them.”
    Lucy’s laughter was a little damp, but heartfelt. It was difficult to remain lachrymose with the delicious sensation of a big sturdy cock inside her, stretching her.
    “In that case, I choose to believe you,” she answered, the urge to wriggle around, rub herself against him, and explore the effect that had on their joined bodies becoming overwhelming. She squirmed against the feather mattress, and clung on hard to Ethan’s back and his bottom. Within, she flexed other muscles experimentally, and her moan blended with Ethan’s at the result.
    “Ooh…ooh, yes, what a temptress you are,” he panted in her ear. “You feel so delicious, so