Cedric bent his head, his lips seeking any part of Anne that he could reach. She gasped when he reached the soft swell of the tops of her breasts and rained kisses down upon them. He was eager to delve beneath her bodice, to taste the pearled tips of those n*****s, but reminded himself to slow down—he wouldn’t bed his future wife in the library of his friend’s house…well, at least not a woman like Anne. She deserved far better than that for her first time.
He didn’t want to rush their lovemaking, not when he knew it would hurt her. But he could give her a taste of what was yet to come. Cedric rolled his hips hard against hers, grinding his erection against the silk of her underpinnings. Anne arched off the settee with a startled moan, pressing herself against him.
Cedric’s lips trailed b
