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"Let me warm you." Christine smiled and tugged another blanket across his body. "You shouldnâ€™t have followed me," she whispered.
"Christine." He wrestled his hand free of the cotton blanket. "I wanted nothing bad to come of you."
"Nothing bad happened. But you-you could catch your death in that cold."
Raoul managed to sit up. He reached for her. Christine perched on the edge of the bed and smoothed her palm along his cheek. "Youâ€™re still so chilled."
"My heart is full of emotions only for you." He turned his face into her touch. "Only you."
"Me?" She tipped her head. "You must forget about me."
"I cannot." He threaded his fingers into her hair, drawing her close. "I have the most indecent thoughts when Iâ€™m near you." He spoke against her lips. "I canâ€™t help but want to ruin you, only to keep you in my arms a bit longer."
The most beautiful shade of red spread across her cheeks and slipped down the column of her neck. She glanced at the door, then shot from her spot on the bed. Christine twisted the lock and pressed herself against the door.
"What kind of indecent thoughts?" she whispered.
"To lash you to my bed with your body bared to me. I want to take you over and over, hearing you cry out my name. To watch you give me pleasure with your submission to me."
"Iâ€™m not educated in the way to love a man." Her chest heaved with each breath. "Will you teach me? I want to be yours, if for only a short time. I want you to show me how much you love me. Teach me?"
"Yes, my love." He held out his hand to her. Christine twisted her fingers with his and eased onto his lap. Her eyes widened.
"What are you asking of me?"
"Your submission. Allow me to direct you as if I were the composer of one of your songs. Do you trust me?" Raoul smoothed a lock of her hair between his fingers. She smelled of flowers, a most intoxicating scent. Although she trembled in his arms, she met him for a kiss. Christine whimpered. Damn the blanket and the layers of fabric between them. He longed to feel her body next to his. He parted her robe and shoved the garment from her shoulders, leaving her in her nightgown. He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip and palmed her breast.
"Raoul," she gasped, but didnâ€™t swat him away. "I trust you."
"Let me make you feel the magic."
Christine stared at him a moment. "What do you want me to do?"
"Give me what I want. Can you do that?" He unbuttoned the top button on her nightgown.
"Show me the depths of your soul."
"I can." She whipped her nightgown up over her head, exposing her body to him. Her rosy nipples peaked and the flush spread across her entire chest.
Raoul shrugged out of his nightshirt and tugged her back onto his lap. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth, he lost himself in her sweetness. His desire to conquer her took over. Christine slid her hands up his chest and twined them behind his head.
"Do you still wish to learn? This will not be what you expect."
He sat back on his heels and hazarded a glance to the door to reassure himself it was locked.
"I do not wish to be interrupted." He grabbed the chair at the small table and dragged it to the couch. "Sit."
Christine hesitated, then moved from his lap to the edge of the bed. Raoul eased her onto her back. He crawled between her thighs. "I will pull out so I donâ€™t leave my seed inside you, but I cannot guarantee this wonâ€™t hurt."
She nodded, but didnâ€™t look particularly agreeable. He braced himself on his knees and one hand. With his free hand, he stroked her cheek. "I will make you feel precious when Iâ€™m done."
His heart leapt. Sheâ€™d never be his, not truly, but to be his for the night heâ€™d accept. He reached between his legs and stroked his length. The touch of his hand on his skin always made him hard. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stop. This was about her pleasure. He moved down her body and kissed from her breasts to the apex of her thighs. He wanted to linger all over her, but kept on his journey to her sweet vagina.
"Oh." She gasped and reached for him. Raoul nuzzled the pale curls surrounding her cunt. Her scent wrapped around him. Powers be, heâ€™d never get her out of his mind. He spread her pussy lips and suckled on the tight nubbin.
She cried out and dug her fingers into his shoulders. He smiled and licked her clitoris. He blew across the shiny skin, happy when she quivered. Raoul speared one finger into her channel.