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She shook her head, her heartbeat increasing. “Just sensitive," she admitted.

“How does it feel when I do this?” he pulled at the nipple and had her back arching.

“Electrifying," she gasped.

“How about when I do this?” Pumping the nipple, he watched as the milk quirted upwards. A long low moan escaped her when he bent his head and twirled his tongue round the flesh. “I saw my children suckling and it did something to me.” He pulled on the flesh slowly and sent heat spiraling to the core of her. “I was a little jealous.”

“Beau. Oh darling.” Her fingers dug into his dense blonde hair.

“Feed me," he whispered before tugging at the flesh and suckling hungrily. The sensation was incredible! Realizing that she was on the brink, he reached between them and pressed his open palm over her. She came instantly, body vibrating from the tidal wave.

But he was not done with her yet. His body was raging like an inferno, but he was determined to worship her body and assure her that she was loved.

“Beau–”

“Shh. Give me a minute.” He slid off the bed and went toward the bathroom. By the time he returned she had mostly stopped trembling.

“What’s that?”

“A warm washcloth. It will take away the soreness.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he started to wipe it over her breast slowly.

With his eyes holding hers, he rubbed the soft cloth over her skin, moving down to the areola, taking his time to smooth it over the rigid flesh. It was hypnotic, but far from soothing and very soon, Georgie felt the heat coursing through her body.

“You wanted to know if you are still beautiful.” His deep voice was hoarse. Sliding further down, he touched the cloth to her stomach. “In here you bravely cradled our babies, all three of them.” The cloth made circles around the jagged cut, just above the dark hairs covering her sex. “You are more beautiful than ever.”

Her teeth worried her bottom lip and she had to grip the sheets to anchor herself.

“No one is more beautiful than you.” He smoothed the cloth over the springy dark hairs. “Do you believe me?” His eyes bored into hers.

“Yes," she moaned. “Beau, please-”

“I am just doing my part to reassure you.” Now he was worrying about the swollen mound, using the cloth to drift over the flesh slowly. “I don’t want there to be any doubt as to my devotion to you.” His eyes darkened as he continued to stare at her. “No doubts at all.” Her eyes popped wide open when she felt him insert the cloth inside her.

“Beau! Oh God! I can’t!”

“Come again for me baby," he urged, sliding it slowly inside her and pulling back out, only to slide it in again. A cry escaped herwhen he rubbed it over her sensitive flesh. Her body exploded into a million pieces!

It was only then he climbed on top of her, driving into her with a force that shoved her against the pillows.

His hands framed her face, his expression intense as he stared at her. “I adore you, is that clear?”

“Yes.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she felt as if every bone in her body was melting. “Oh, Beau.”

Smiling tenderly, he used the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the moisture. Bending his head, he kissed her eyelids, then her nose, before sipping at the seams of her lips.

Even though he was burning with passion, he moved inside her slowly, his tongue tracing her full bottom lip. He whispered promises to her, endearments were said as he explored the honeyed texture of her mouth.

Georgie’s hands wandered up and down his back, her fingers clutching at him. Gradually the tempo increased, building until they were sailing toward the sky, before crashing down hard. Their cries echoed around the room, as they clung to each other, bodies trembling in the aftermath.

“Did I hurt you?” his voice was anxious. Sliding off her, he cradled her against his chest.

“No.” She was still shaken, her body vibrating. “When we first made love, I spent the night after you left in tears.”

Tucking his fingers under her chin, he lifted her face, his eyes taking in the swollen lips and the luminosity of her eyes. Her long lashes were spiky and wet and her cheeks moist.

“Was that why you refused to see me the next day?”

“Yes.” Her lips wobbled. “It was too intense; things were happening so fast that it left my head spinning. Lifting a hand,she stroked his face lovingly. “I was afraid that I would love you too much."