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Jacques slots himself between her legs and drags his member through her folds, coating himself with her wetness that glistens in the light of the candles. Only when his tip presses against her clit, does she emit a needy sound that has him twitching against her.

Taking that as a good sign, he circles her clit with his tip, overly aware of how it throbbed beneath his touch. And he beholds her every blissful expression, soaks in her every lust-filled sound with absolute desire.

“Please,” Dove whispers, her voice strained and thick with want, “I need you. Need to feel you inside me. Make me yours.”

“As you wish, Princess.”

With his hand on the base of her neck, he brings her lips to his and claim them with fervent passion. Dove opens her mouth, welcoming his tongue with abandon while vaguely aware of him hooking her legs around his waist. Her jaw falls slack when she feels his tip prodding her entrance, arching her back with eager enthusiasm.

And then he pushes into her.

They moan into each other’s mouths at how easily he slid into her heat, her wetness enclosing around his member and locking him in place.

“Gods, Dove…” He grinds on his teeth, fighting to control himself as she takes him so divinely. “You’re perfect, so maddingly perfect.” Allowing her to adjust to this new feeling, he slowly rocks his hips in short thrusts until she tells him to continue.

“More…faster….please…”

Taking that as a good sign, he bottoms out inside her warmth, her breath hitching. The feeling of him throbbing in her has Dove’s eyes fluttering, and hearing her name rolling off his tongue has her clenching around him.

And then he starts thrusting in and out of her, his pace perfectly timed and rendering her to a moaning and writhing mess against him. His hands grip her hips as he drives himself deeper into her dripping heat. Their breaths and moans combine with the sound of slapping skin and the wet, squelching noises from where they are joined. The very air they breathe smells heady of desire as their warm breaths fog the windows in the room.

Jacques wants to praise her for taking him so well, how beautiful she looked underneath him, glowing, drizzled with sweat, and breasts bouncing and rolling with every snap of his hips. But all he seems able to do is utter his own guttural moans whenever she would gasp or clench around him.

He wanted more – everything.

The next thing Dove knows, he hooks his hands behind her knees and yanks her forward, letting her arse and hips rest on his thighs for support. His length slips out of her only for a moment, throbbing between her legs, his tip beautifully red and leaking for her.

She clenches around air when he lines up his head with her entrance, holding her gaze as he slowly pushes in. Their collective moans fill the air as he slides right in without resistance this time, bottoming out and stilling inside of her for a moment, just basking in how her walls squeeze around him.

Then, he collects both her hands in one of his, and pins them above her head. With his other hand, he supports her elevated hips, the angle allowing him to fill her deeper than both of them thought possible.

“Who do you belong to?” He rolls his hips a fraction of an inch, just enough for her to emit a gasp.

“Yours, only yours,” she replies.

“Then let everyone know it. Be as loud as you want, Princess. I want that prince to hear you from the maze in which you left him in.”

And then he’s pulling out just to slide back in, stroking her inner walls with perfect precision. Dove moans, writhing underneath him and thrashing in his grip. His speed increases slowly by the minute until he’s rutting into her, the sound of slapping skin and flesh creating an erotic rhythm that bounces off the walls.

With hooded eyes, Dove looks down at where they’re joined, the angle allowing her to see him moving in and out of her and how her wetness coats every inch of him. The sight of it, of his face contorted in utter bliss, and how despite his gentle nature he still manages to dominate her, ultimately drives her to her release.

The coil in her stomach is back tenfold, urging her to roll her hips to match his pace, chasing that sweet release that only he can give her.

“Gods, I love you,” he pants, leaning over to press his mouth against hers, and continuing speaking while claiming her lips with messy kisses, “You intoxicate me, my Dove. I am completely and utterly mad about you.” His thrust become uneven and erratic as an impulsive idea seizes his thoughts. “I’m going to make you leak with my seed, Princess. Every hair, every inch of you is mine. Come with me, love. I want to hear you moan my name when I come inside you.”

He enters her deeper, harder, and she swears she can feel every ridge and vein rubbing her pulsing walls as he stretches her further than she could ever comprehend. The pleasure soon becomes suffocating, coiling in her stomach and threatening to snap.

“Come for me, Princess.” His hand travels between their bodies to rub circles onto her clit. “Scream my name as loud as you wish. Come with me.”

His vulgar yet delicious words are what throws her over the edge. With a final upward thrust, the fall together, Dove moaning his name as he spills into her, painting her walls with his warm seed and feeling it pour out of her as he promised.

Jacques’ rhythmic pumps slowly decrease as they ride out their highs, lips grazing, and breathing each other’s air. He holds her gaze, searching for any signs of regret that might prompt him to crawl off her and flee the room – which is the last thing he wants after pouring his heart and himself into her.

But she only looks at him with blissful content, swollen lips curving into the most beautiful smile he’s ever beheld. “That was better than my dreams.”

He lets out a laugh, honestly surprised at the first thing that came out of her mouth. “You dreamed about this? Us?”

Dove nods, her smile turning bashful. “Although I must say, you lasted much longer in the dream.”

His brows arch, positively surprised. “Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. I did not realize I wasn’t up to your standards. Please allow me a chance to redeem myself. I promise I’ll make it worth your *precious* time.”

She pretends to think on it before nodding rapidly. “Permission granted.” Then she kisses him sweetly, curving her body into his as both of them come alive with desire once more. “Best birthday gift. Ever.”