Or rather… her maidenhood may very well cease to exist. —How To Avoid A Scandal,Moreland’s Original Manuscript TRISTAN THREW BACK HIS HEAD, an anguished groan bursting from his lips as Zosia’s tight, wet heat surrounded him so perfectly. He slid even deeper, until the crown of his cock was being pushed back by her womb. In that moment, he knew he had an escape no blade or whip could ever bestow upon him. His finger still throbbed, its pulsing heat matching the pulse of his heart, edging him to thrust his length into her. He reveled in knowing that she had never shared herself with anyone but him. Whatever restraint he thought himself capable of fleeted. His fingers and palms dug into the smooth waist of her soft nightdress. He inched out and then savagely jerked himself deep up into her tightness as far as he could go. She gasped, tightening her hold on him, and stiffened. It wasn’t a gasp swelling with pleasure. But pain. He froze, tightening his own hold on her waist as he raggedly breathed in her melting scent of cinnamon and powder.
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