“It’s been so long,” she whispered in a shaky voice just before her gown gave way. She glanced down in surprise. The entire time he’d been touching her, he’d also been unbuttoning the back of her gown. It bunched into a heap around her arms. Rogues were good for some things, she thought, just before her knees buckled and he caught her, sweeping her into his arms and laying her atop the mattress. He leaned down, still kissing her, and she wrapped her arms over his broad shoulders and pulled him atop her, desperate to feel his weight. Their kiss turned wild. Her arms linked fiercely around him. She would explode if he didn’t enter her at once. He grabbed her shift and pulled it down beneath her breasts, letting his hot mouth suck first one hardened nipple, then the other until she cried out.

Awash in pure desire, Veronica arched her back and slid her fingers through his hair. Her head moved back and forth against the pillow as his tongue on her nipples drove her slowly mad. She shuddered. Her stays were cutting into her ribcage, but she didn’t care.

One of his hands moved down to push her shift up her legs and his finger quickly found the spot between her hips where she was desperate for his touch. The moment he touched her, she cried out. She wanted him. So desperately. All of him. Right now.

He shifted his hand between their bodies and unbuttoned his breeches with frantic, unsteady fingers. Freeing himself, he parted her thighs, finding his spot and sliding home deep inside her in one sure, swift thrust. Veronica cried out while a growl was torn from Sebastian’s throat as he pumped into her again and again.

Sebastian couldn’t stop himself. He was no longer a man. He’d gone wild, slaking his lust with the woman he’d dreamed about nightly for so long. He was on fire for her, and nothing could stop him. Nothing except a word from her. Only she hadn’t stopped him. Instead, her head was thrown back, her eyes were tightly shut, and she was making whimpering noises in the back of her throat that made him want to cum so hard.

But he couldn’t. Not yet. They might be pretending this week, but he’d be damned if she pretended in bed. No. Every single one of those little sobs, every clamp of her knees against his hips, every rake of her nails down his back, told him the truth. She wanted this. She wanted him. And she was enjoying it. But he intended to make it even better for her.

Sweat beaded on his brow. “God, I’ve wanted you…for so. Damn. Long.” Each word was punctuated by a long stroke. Every thrust sent a shiver up his spine, one that clutched at his bollocks and made him want to spend himself. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Not while she was yet unfulfilled. After all, he wanted her to want more, didn’t he? So much more.