Romantic Tension for Elizabeth

[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: Elizabeth Davenport

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ALWAYS PROTECT YOU

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[ NECKLACE ] : your my muse fastens a necklace around my  your muse's neck.

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[Elizabeth Davenport]

Elizabeth was not quite sure if she ever thought she would see the day where she was engaged and not entirely upset about it. Yes, she had been engaged before but deep down she had known she would never actually go through with it. The war had taken care of the whole thing before she had been forced to deal with the consequences of that decision. Even now, it was one of her deepest secrets and things she felt the most guilty about. It wasn't even something she had spoken to Benedict about and she wasn't sure she ever would. Surely it was something she would never share with Anthony either, even if he was to be her husband. 

The Davenport and Bridgerton families were having a dinner in celebration of the engagement. Everyone had been thrilled with the news, although they knew it had been coming after Charles had given Anthony his permission to court Elizabeth. It was still surreal to think that she would be a Bridgerton before the year was over. She supposed things wouldn't change too much, as the families had been incredibly close even before this. Her life would change a little, with duties whatever was expected of her, but in the important ways it would stay the same.

Elizabeth finished getting ready for the dinner, her ladies maid leaving to assist Emily, leaving Elizabeth's door open as she did a few finishing touches. Picking up her necklace from her vanity, Elizabeth put it around her neck and her fingers attempted to do the clasp. She struggled with it for several moments before putting it down, huffing in annoyance. It was no problem, just something her ladies maid would have to assist her with when she was finished with Emily. 

The sight of someone walking through the hall caught her attention and Elizabeth found herself grabbing the necklace and rushing towards the open door to catch them, hoping it was her maid to assist with the necklace. But she found it was Anthony and a flash of surprise crossed her face before she offered him a smile. "Oh, Anthony. Terribly sorry, I thought you were Dawn." She glanced down the hall to see if she was still in Emily's room but found nothing to tell her otherwise. "Actually, if you have a spare moment, perhaps you could assist me? I cannot seem to get the clasp on this necklace." Elizabeth glanced down at the necklace in her hand before looking back to Anthony. 

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: Elizabeth Davenport
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Things were going according to plan . . . and rather splendidly at that. His engagement to Elizabeth was solidified and there was not a person who was displeased with the arrangement. Everyone was in high spirits about it as it allowed their families to unite in a way they never had before. Through the union of marriage. And Anthony was pleased with it as well. She would make a fine viscountess and he believed a good wife, as well as mother when the time would come for children. During the period of courting her they had gotten to know one another on a level that aided in eliminating any uncertainty as to whether they were suitable for one another. For, he knew that she would have made it quite clear if she was uninterested in becoming his wife. She was not one to hold her tongue.

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He was making his way through the hallway when a door suddenly flew open and he abruptly paused, to see it was Elizabeth. And that she mistook him for someone else, having thought that he was her maid. His expression remained serious, despite her smile as she spoke, and he slightly leaned forward, dropping his voice. "What is it that alluded you to the fact that I was not?" He joked, the seriousness replaced with a smile in return to hers. Knowing that they were to be wed, allowed him a certain . . . ease. His words having teased what gave him away as not being her maid set to rest as she then asked him to aid her. "Certainly," he agreed as he reached out for the necklace. Once placed in his hand he moved to stand behind her, draping the necklace around her neck and holding each end in either hand.

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As they were now engaged, it surely would be fine to accept such a request. "My familiarity with women's jewelry has finally come of better use, other than to assist my sisters countless of times," he said somewhat jokingly . . .though not without truth. Although, putting this on for Elizabeth certainly felt different, obviously. A seemingly causal gesture suddenly holding a stronger intimacy, as Anthony had to lean forward to see the tiny clasp better in order to close it . . . and in doing so, lessened the distance between him and Elizabeth.

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His eyes focused on the back of her neck now, and not so much the item, thinking of how soft her skin was, how it would taste . . . and how he only needed to lean a little more forward to answer both these questions, which seemed to keep him rather still and paused in the initial reason for standing behind her to begin with. In all the focus of courting her and proposing . . . he realized that he had not given himself time to properly appreciate her beauty, not the desire that he felt for her.

[Elizabeth Davenport]

Her eyebrows shot upwards. Had the Viscount just made a joke? Elizabeth was unable to help the small laugh that escaped her lips before doing her best to quiet herself. Putting on a serious face to match his, Elizabeth sighed. "Well, you are entirely out of uniform. I do believe the dress would not fit your stature," she commented before a small smile broke out on her face again. Anthony agreed to assist her and Elizabeth easily handed the necklace over to him before turning around so he could easily clasp it around her neck. Hopefully he would have no trouble with the task but it would not be disastrous if he was unable to help her.

Another light joke from Anthony had Elizabeth not quite sure what to make of it. Of course, the two had pleasant conversations with one another prior to this point. There had been light jokes and teasing but this felt different. Elizabeth felt like she was seeing another side to Anthony and wondered if it was all due to the successful engagement between the pair. Perhaps he felt relieved to get something such as this off his mind, but Elizabeth did not want to think about that. Because when she did, she was hit with the flurry of insecurities that Anthony had entered this arrangement because of duty and not because he was overly fond of Elizabeth. Bringing herself back to the present with Anthony, Elizabeth smiled, even if he could not see it. "Well, we must make sure you are good for something," Elizabeth said in return. "These are the moments you have been trained for, after all."

Elizabeth suddenly became aware of just how close Anthony was to her. They had been close before, walking arm in arm during their many walks in the gardens, but this was different. They were unchaperoned and it felt quite more intimate than anything Lizzie had experienced before. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it or not, but she felt his hot breath on her neck as he attempted to clasp the necklace and she found herself biting the inside of her cheek in anticipation. Anticipation to what, she was quite unsure. Elizabeth felt his fingers stop moving and she kept utterly still herself. The air felt different and Elizabeth didn't know what was going on. "Anthony?" She asked, her voice quiet, afraid to break whatever trance had transpired between the pair.

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: Elizabeth Davenport
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It was rather pleasant to hear her laugh. While they had gotten along well, there was an added ease now -- at least for Anthony and he hoped to further bring that to their dynamic. Formality was a necessary thing when courting a woman but now that they were engaged, these formalities could start to slip. Not to lead to any impoliteness of course but rather, just bringing comfort and a relaxed nature to the relationship. So he smiled when she teased him in turn, the thought of him wearing a dress . . . both horrifying and admittedly amusing.

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"I shall have you know I am good for more than one thing," he told her with feigned offense. "For I can also assist with the wearing and removal of bracelets." Another tease and jest at his expense, but it was feeling rather comfortable to do so. Though, the mood was starting to shift. And she felt it to, if the way she said his name was any indicator. The close proximity of their bodies and the rather . . . intimate gesture. Anthony had closed the clasp, allowing his finger to trail over the delicate chain. But as the chain was a great deal thinner than his finger, he could feel the softness of her skin on either side of it as it brushed against her neck.

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He lowered his head a little, leaning forward as that growing temptation to not only touch, but taste her skin was starting to build. Somehow, he exercised restraint as he instead, slid his hand that grazed the chain to rest on her shoulder, while tilting his head a little to the side, his lips close to her ear. Very close. His voice was low and deep, easy to hear considering the placement of his lips. "Beautiful," he told her, not referring to the necklace. "Incredibly beautiful indeed," he practically breathed as he minimally gave in to some of the temptation and placed a light kiss on the side of her neck, right under her cheek.

[Elizabeth Davenport]

Another joke had Elizabeth laughing. "Well that is quite good to know," Elizabeth mused. "But I shall make note to seek assistance elsewhere when it comes to earrings." The idea of turning to Anthony for assistance with such things for her future made her stomach clench. Elizabeth found that she was looking forward to it and everything else their life might have to offer. Truthfully, she hadn't thought much about it prior to this. Their courting had fortunately been out of the eyes of the ton, which Elizabeth was thankful for, but she'd thought more about whether or not she could stand being around Anthony than what their lives would be like together. 

The air changed between them and Elizabeth continued to hold onto the anticipation. The only sound in the room was the clasp on her necklace snapping into place as Anthony fastened the piece of jewelry. His finger pressed into her skin, not in a harsh way but in the most gentle of ways. Elizabeth felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch and then she felt his hand place itself on her shoulder. The breath she felt on the back of her neck moved to her ear and she felt him speak. The words sent a wave of goosebumps over her skin, everything on edge around her. To hear that Anthony found her beautiful was something she never knew she wanted to hear. Then his lips pressed against her neck and Elizabeth closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side in an attempt to give him better access, should he decide to do anything with it. "Anthony," she said again, her voice softer but it contained something else. Something like the urgency and desire that Elizabeth felt for him.

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

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It was rather ironic that she spoke of earrings, with his lips having been so close to her ear. Though he would take any opportunity to touch her, so the thought of assisting her with such things was hardly one that he objected to. But such teases were laid to rest for the time being although . . . perhaps this took on another form of teasing all together. Being completely aware of her body, and how she would react to his kiss, he found himself . . . relieved when she did not move from his touch.

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When he felt no indication that such attentions were unwelcome. In fact, she said his name in such a way that left him longing to hear it again. Spoken in such a tone. Spoken in such a moment. He did not realize how lacking he felt until she had said it. And he wanted it to be forever upon her lips. As if her verbal utterance was not enough, she instinctively titled her neck to the side, granting him further access that he would not deny himself, or her. His lips placed light kisses along the side of her neck, enjoying her taste. Taking in her intoxicating scent that would undoubtedly drive him to madness should be not be able to experience it more.

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"Do you know of desire?" He said between each kiss, words spoken in the same deep whisper that his previous ones were. His hand on her shoulder started to slide down a little, his large hand moving over her exposed collarbone. "What it is to be desired?" He continued. His hand gliding over her skin, inwardly cursing the damned necklace he had assisted her with for it prevented him from being able to feel more of her. "What it is to, feel desire?" His hands slowly trailing down the low cut of her dress, fingers lightly brushing against a breast as if to test the waters a little . . . to see if she was comfortable with this.

[Elizabeth Davenport]

Elizabeth had never wanted someone as close to her as she did Anthony. There was never anything even close to this that she had felt for another and part of it scared her while the other part of it she found quite thrilling. The thoughts about indecency were long dismissed from her mind, the excuse that they were, after all, engaged, was all she needed to tell herself. They were to be married and therefore, all of this was okay as far as Elizabeth was concerned. No one else would agree with her, except for perhaps an eager Anthony, but it did not matter to her. Elizabeth had not agreed with the societal expectations prior to this and she did not plan to start now. 

His lips continued to press against the tender skin of her neck. She felt like her face was flush and she knew it was due to Anthony and the things he was doing. Elizabeth knew of desire. She'd spoken with her ladies maid about desire and knew what happened between a man and his wife once they were married. But Elizabeth was not an idiot and had come to realize that sometimes these things happened before one was married. Desire and passion, often driving factors in these acts. "Yes," she answered softly. The feelings of his lips on her neck were a distraction from his questions, though she guessed he was not terribly upset if she failed to answer them. Elizabeth had never been desired or felt desire as far as she knew. Certainly those were both things she would be aware of if she were to feel them. 

His hand continued to move along her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Everything felt like she was on fire for Anthony and she did not want it to stop. His hand slowly passed over her breast over her dress and she made no move to stop him. Elizabeth did not want him to stop. "Do you desire me?" She asked. Had she not been so hazy with passion for Anthony in that moment, surely she would have been embarrassed to ask such a thing. Elizabeth was a bold woman but this was something else entirely. 

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

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She felt incredible. The warmth of her body against him . . . or at least what he could feel through the barrier of their clothing. Barriers that Anthony found himself longing to be rid of. This was truly the first time he felt he was able to thoroughly appreciate Elizabeth in all her beauty . . . and it wasn't enough. He supposed nothing short of their wedding night would be enough, and all the other days where they would indulge in such, physical intimacies. Though being engaged now afforded them certain liberties . . . but as Anthony decided, it was not nearly enough. Yet he continued to exercise enough restraint to not take things to that level. Despite the longing for more, he still enjoyed gently praising her body. Feeling her body. Touching her body. Tasting her body.

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The way she answered his question so simply was rather exhilarating . . . knowing that Elizabeth was not a woman of scarce words. So to know that he was having such an effect on her . . . was even more encouraging to continue. And when she did not recoil from his touch, where his hand slid closer to more intimate areas of her . . . he felt it safe to continue. She asked him if he desired her and brief smirk formed on Anthony's features despite her inability to see him. Brief only because of where his lips were otherwise occupied. "Yes," he breathed against her skin. "You are so, incredibly desirable." He had no issue telling her such things for he knew that if she had to ask . . . it meant he had not done a decent job of making her feel desirable. An error that he would promptly rectify. His kisses along her neck became more lingering, letting his lips drag to each area while his tongue briefly peeked out to taste her.

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Taking a slow breath to inhale her scent, wanting to consume himself of it so completely. His hand slid a bit lower so that it was fully over her breast as he cupped it, massaging it in the palm of his hand. Damn the clothes that she still donned for he wanted to fill his hand with her completely. He wanted to feel her warmth of her perfectly formed figure. "How does desire feel . . . " He continued, his free hand not on her breast, trailing down her stomach, pausing before he inched any lower. "Coursing through your body." His lips moving from the side of her neck to her shoulder, slightly shifting her sleeve so that it would not get in the way without completely lowering it.

[Elizabeth Davenport]

Not once had Elizabeth ever found herself eager for her wedding night, but now she wasn't so sure. Whatever was transpiring between her and Anthony had her wanting more of quite literally, everything. More of him and more of whatever this was. Time would not be kind to this stolen moment they were hiding within but Elizabeth did not let those thoughts linger within her mind. 

To hear Anthony say that he desired her and that she was desirable was enough to nearly send a quiver throughout her entire body. Elizabeth could not stop thinking about how wonderful he was making her feel and how much she wished it would not stop. She did not know exactly where this was going but she did not care. They wanted one another and that was all that mattered. His lips continued to press to her neck and she felt his tongue press against the skin there, causing a shallow breath to be released from her. 

Having Anthony touch her in places no one had ever touched her before was tantalizing and she never wanted him to stop touching her. Elizabeth found herself fantasizing about how this would all feel if there were no clothes between them. Would it be as delicious as it was now or would it be even better? She could not imagine a feeling more wonderful than this. His hands inched lower down her body, past her stomach and further to where she truly considered to be her most intimate spot. Anthony was speaking but Elizabeth could hardly understand the words he was saying. How was she meant to be coherent when he was doing something like this to her? His lips moved to her shoulder and Elizabeth felt her head tilt back so it rested on his shoulder, her body leaning into his and feeling like a mess from his mere touch. "Anthony, I . . ." She what? Elizabeth could not figure out what he'd asked or how she felt. How did it all feel? That was what he asked, right? "I don't want you to stop," Elizabeth said through a soft moan.

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

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Anthony was thoroughly enjoying each sound that escaped her. Each movement of her body. Involuntary or not. It felt incredible to feel her embrace his touch . . . welcome it. And hearing Elizabeth Davenport struggle to string together coherent responses felt like an odd little arrogant victory for the Viscount . . . one that he would bask in and undoubtedly use in the future. When she rested the back of her head against him it opened her up so much more to him. The front of her neck, her collarbone . . . her face. Hearing that she did not want him to stop was increasingly the difficulty in restraint. In succumbing to temptation and just . . . having her in all the ways he wanted her. All the ways he needed her.

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His lips dragged along her skin from her shoulder to the top of her neck, gliding his tongue in parts along her soft skin and wanting to taste so much more of her. His hand on her stomach slid down a little more, between her legs and folding the fabric of her dress inward. He could not properly touch her through the garment but that did not mean he would leave the area . . . unattended. He gently pressed his thumb against her sensitive core, wanting her body to show signs of her building desire. Wanting her to feel moist for him. His lips moved up her cheek in kisses, inching closer to her mouth. The realization dawning on him that they had not yet even kissed. His mouth barley touched the corner of her mouth, as his lips hovered over hers. Less than an inch apart, hardly brushed against what he knew despite his lack of experience in kissing her . . . would be incredibly soft, and quench a thirst that he had been burning for.

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Yet, he did not close the distance. There was something far more sensual in the tease of a kiss. And besides, if Anthony did indeed kiss her . . . he feared that he would lose all sense and that waiting for their wedding night would be impossible. Yet, perhaps temptation would eventually give in to reason. His hand that had been cupping her breast reluctantly released it but not purposelessly, as it slid towards her back, and to the laces of her dress. "I need more of you," he heavily breathed against her lips, his finger on her center, pressing and toying with the area despite the damn fabric, while his other hand started to pull loose the first lace of her dress. Meant to loosen her gown. Hearing her having stated to him that she did not want him to stop . . . made him lack any reason that they could not go further . . . just a little bit further.

[Elizabeth Davenport]

His lips trailed along her skin, leaving behind a cool sensation that burned against her flesh. How could her entire body be on fire for this man? This man that she had balked at when he proposed the idea of marriage. And now, Elizabeth found herself in a position that was inappropriate and one she was not eager to have end. Elizabeth might not know much about the things that happened between a man and a woman, but she knew one thing; this was desire and this was passion.

Anthony's hand nestled between her legs and she felt an involuntary gasp leave her lips. It was quite clear that was where she had been begging him to touch her all along. The small amount of friction he provided was enough to drive her insane, and Elizabeth felt herself move slightly against his hand, wanting more friction than he was providing. What was happening between her legs and in the depths of her abdomen was not something she understood but she didn't care; she didn't have to. All she needed was for Anthony to not stop because she needed him in every way.

His mouth grew closer to hers and Elizabeth tilted her head towards him so that their lips might touch. But he did not close the distance and Elizabeth found herself incredibly frustrated by the lack of contact. There was nothing saying she could not have some control in this, right? Without waiting for Anthony, Elizabeth pushed herself closer and pressed their lips together in a kiss. His lips were as soft as she had imagined and she found them entirely intoxicating. Hearing that he needed more of her only made Elizabeth melt even more. This sensation deep within her building as she felt him continue to press against her core and Elizabeth was not willing to let that feeling go. "I am yours, entirely," she breathed. She felt the laces on her dress loosen so all it would take was for him to push the gown down to have her exposed to him. Elizabeth did not want him to stop so she feared moving but all she wanted to do was turn around so she could keep kissing him and pressing herself against him. 

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: Elizabeth Davenport
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Feeling her move against his hand where he touched her was a glorious sensation. To feel her truly move into his touch. And as if this small motion had not spurred him on . . . she shifted closer until their lips touched. The moment would have caused Anthony to pause -- though quickly recover -- had he not instantly gotten lost in her touch. The longing now starting to be sated . . . but not nearly to fulfilment. He slowly moved his lips against hers, somehow managing to keep in his mind that this could very well be her first kiss. And he wanted the sentiment of it to be there. His other movements paused, to fully focus his attentions on the embrace. When she pulled away to speak, it was too soon . . . but certainly not unwelcome. He had thought it would be a kiss that would cause him to become undone, but it was her words. Giving herself to him. Completely. Husbands expected such from their wives, but Anthony had not shared such a mindset. He wanted his wife to give in to desire, not obligation.

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So to hear Elizabeth speak such words, before they were even married . . . ignited every fiber of his being. He wondered if she would truly understand the magnitude of such words. He wondered . . . if he was capable of expressing the sentiment of them. Anthony's lips found hers again, this time allowing more passion to slip in. Gently coaxing her mouth open with his own, his tongue between her lips to drink her in, to explore her. His hand pulled a mere two laces loose, considering altering his initial plan from partly undressing her . . . to fully undressing her. But for now, he would start with partial . . . starting to -- as he feared -- lose any sense of restraint. And it was all her fault. Easing out of the kiss, he kept them close to her. His hand on her core, slowly pushed her back a little, pressing the back of her body against evidence of his own building desire.

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"Do you even know what you do to me?" Accusation in his voice, but wanting her to feel his longing, even if she may not fully understand it. She would in time. Letting out a heavy breath as his thickening arousal, he finally felt the top of her dress loosen, as he lowered it to her waist . . . to expose her upper body. "Do you know . . ." He began, as his hand not between her legs return to their previous position only this time . . . he was able to feel her skin. Cupping one of her twins, squeezing it and massaging it in the palm of his hand as his fingers engulfed her. "How much I must have you." His lips finding hers once more, no part of his body remaining idle. Now that he had kissed her once, he felt an urgent need to fill every moment with another kiss. Another touch. Any and every part of her . . . all of her.

[Elizabeth Davenport]

His movements paused elsewhere as Elizabeth felt himself focus on the kiss. Their lips moved together in unison and Elizabeth felt like this was the person she was meant to be kissing. Knowing that Anthony would be her future was thrilling in its own sense. It was a wonderful first kiss, though not entirely how she had imagined it being. Truthfully, Elizabeth had imagined her first kiss being on her wedding day but things with Anthony seemed to be speeding up ahead of schedule. It was not something she wished to complain about. In Elizabeth's mind, so long as it was with her future husband she did not see what the fuss was all about. Their lips connected again and Elizabeth felt like Anthony was pouring more emotion into it this time. This time, she could feel how much he wanted her and she wanted him in return. Elizabeth might not have the experience with kissing that Anthony did, but she did not let it deter her from pouring her own feelings into the kiss.

Her entire body was pushed back into Anthony's at his own doing and she let out a small gasp at the feeling. Elizabeth did not fully understand it but without thinking, she reached one of her hands behind her and pressed it against where he was uncommonly hard. If it felt good for him to press against her there, then surely the same could be said for him? Her dress fell to her waist, revealing her bare to him and she wasn't the least bit embarrassed. Anthony's hands were quick to find purchase on one of her breasts, making her gasp out at the contact. 

To hear that he must have her nearly sent her over the edge. She already felt like she was dangling there but to hear those words? Elizabeth pulled away from the kiss for a moment. "You already have me, so take me," she said to him. The dampness between her legs becoming more evident to Elizabeth as Anthony's fingers moved, still not breaking the surface of the fabric. God, she wished he would just touch her everywhere without their clothes in the way. 

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

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Hher hand on his growing arousal, caused the ache to intensify, shooting through his entire body. His let out a breathy groan of both pleasure and need for more, against her lips, sucking her bottom lip between his for a moment to stifle any more sounds of pleasure. Though, her hand was not at all unwelcome. The fact that she felt emboldened to do so . . . was thrilling. She was telling him that he already had her . . . to take him and Anthony ached for it. For all of her. To explore every inch and leave no part unexplored, untouched. To praise and worship her body in all the ways she deserved. All the ways that she should be.

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He offered no words in return but instead, his hands fell to her waist, turning her body around to face him as he kissed her again with fervent need, his actions acknowledgement of her words. Confirmation of them. Where he wanted her completely. She was his . . . as he was hers. His lips moved from hers, kissing her chin, down the front of her neck, unable to resist just one of the many temptations her perfect figure offered. His lips made their way down her upper chest, tasting every part of her that he could . . . until his mouth took the place of his hand. He took her breast into his mouth, moaning at the sensation of how she filled him so perfectly. His teeth teasing and gently nipping her tip while his tongue swirled around it to soothe the area.

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He did not even care that he need slightly tilt her back to grant him access, his hands supporting her from behind. Nor that he need hunch down a little considering the height different. Only that his mouth engulfed her, suckling her with a hunger that he did not even knew existed and yet . . . felt unfed for far too long. His hands on her back trailed to her behind, cupping her as he started to bunch the fabric in his fists in attempt to raise the lower half of her gown. No. This dress simply would not do. For just as he removed the barrier that now allowed him to take her breast into his mouth . . . he wished to do the same for the bottom half of her, and properly feel the dripping evidence of her need for him. And to touch her, to feel more of her body that seemed to be so perfectly suited for his own.