“Yes.” She licked her lips. “God, yes. Don’t stop.”
She desperately wanted to feel him, to explore his body with her hands, her lips, her tongue. Would he taste salty, she wondered? But just as that thought fluttered across her mind, he pushed into her, and all the air rushed from her lungs. Sharp, stinging pain shot through her core, causing her to cry out.
Nicholas stilled, his breathing hot and shallow in her ear. “The pain will fade, but you must relax.”
At the moment, relaxing seemed impossible. He was huge, and he was inside her, stretching her beyond endurance. But she trusted him to guide her through this, so she forced her muscles to unclench, allowing her body to accept him.
“That’s it.” He bit her earlobe as he thrust into her again gently.
Pain slowly melted into pleasure.
With a low, guttural growl, he pushed into her impossibly deep, and stilled. Her entire body contracted around him, then instantly released. She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her. He shifted, but before he could remove himself, she locked her ankles around him, trying to prolong the sweet ecstasy.
At length, the aftershocks faded and she sagged back onto the mattress, spent. With a quick tug of the cravat, he loosened her bindings and her hands fell free. She nestled into the crook of his arm, their legs still entwined, their hearts still beating hard and fast. For some extraordinary reason, it just felt right with him, completely natural to be tangled up naked in his arms.
“Tell me—” With the tip of her finger, she outlined the ropes of muscle that lined his stomach. “Is making love always that exquisite?”
He cupped her breast with his large hand, his thumb brushing across her nipple, then back again. “No,” he said. “It most certainly isn’t. I believe we’ve found something quite rare.”
“I believe you are right.”
His hand fell to her flat belly, smoothing over the sensitive skin just below her belly button. “I want to come inside you again, and again, until you’re dripping with my seed.” He found her entrance, and swirled his finger around the sensitive nub. “I want you to scream my name until your throat is raw.” He pushed his finger into her and she instantly grew wet all over again. “I want to fuck you in every possible position, taste every inch of your body…”
Sweet heaven, could she do this again? Her body came alive once more under his touch. He shifted, pressing his hard shaft against her thigh. “Yes,” she breathed, bucking against his hand.
But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
Chapter Seven
W ith a low chuckle, he flipped her over so she lay prone on the bed. Gripping her hips, he pulled her up onto all fours, the curve of her sweet little arse nestled against him. She was glorious, her skin smooth like alabaster, her long blonde curls spilling over one shoulder, exposing the gentle slope of her spine, the flare of her generous hips.
She was perfection.
I accept you exactly as you are.
Her words rippled through him, swelling in his chest. From the moment he caught her gaze across the crowded parlor, he’d known that she was the one. Her laugh, her smile, spoke to him on a deep, intrinsic level.
With one, fluid thrust, he entered her. Slick, welcoming heat gripped him like a fist and they groaned in unison. She felt so good, so damn heavenly, he wanted to stay buried inside her forever.
“Oh, Nicholas.” Her hands flexed, then fisted the coverlets. She kept her face pressed to the mattress. Trust. Submission. She gave both to him willingly, without question, and it made his heart soar.
With deep, measured thrusts, he pounded into her from behind, his fingertips digging into her hips. She was wet for him, and so tight; he couldn’t remember it ever feeling so good, so exquisitely right. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold on.
She moaned, and it sent him over the edge, into the wide yawning abyss.
She desperately wanted to feel him, to explore his body with her hands, her lips, her tongue. Would he taste salty, she wondered? But just as that thought fluttered across her mind, he pushed into her, and all the air rushed from her lungs. Sharp, stinging pain shot through her core, causing her to cry out.
Nicholas stilled, his breathing hot and shallow in her ear. “The pain will fade, but you must relax.”
At the moment, relaxing seemed impossible. He was huge, and he was inside her, stretching her beyond endurance. But she trusted him to guide her through this, so she forced her muscles to unclench, allowing her body to accept him.
“That’s it.” He bit her earlobe as he thrust into her again gently.
Pain slowly melted into pleasure.
With a low, guttural growl, he pushed into her impossibly deep, and stilled. Her entire body contracted around him, then instantly released. She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her. He shifted, but before he could remove himself, she locked her ankles around him, trying to prolong the sweet ecstasy.
At length, the aftershocks faded and she sagged back onto the mattress, spent. With a quick tug of the cravat, he loosened her bindings and her hands fell free. She nestled into the crook of his arm, their legs still entwined, their hearts still beating hard and fast. For some extraordinary reason, it just felt right with him, completely natural to be tangled up naked in his arms.
“Tell me—” With the tip of her finger, she outlined the ropes of muscle that lined his stomach. “Is making love always that exquisite?”
He cupped her breast with his large hand, his thumb brushing across her nipple, then back again. “No,” he said. “It most certainly isn’t. I believe we’ve found something quite rare.”
“I believe you are right.”
His hand fell to her flat belly, smoothing over the sensitive skin just below her belly button. “I want to come inside you again, and again, until you’re dripping with my seed.” He found her entrance, and swirled his finger around the sensitive nub. “I want you to scream my name until your throat is raw.” He pushed his finger into her and she instantly grew wet all over again. “I want to fuck you in every possible position, taste every inch of your body…”
Sweet heaven, could she do this again? Her body came alive once more under his touch. He shifted, pressing his hard shaft against her thigh. “Yes,” she breathed, bucking against his hand.
But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
Chapter Seven
W ith a low chuckle, he flipped her over so she lay prone on the bed. Gripping her hips, he pulled her up onto all fours, the curve of her sweet little arse nestled against him. She was glorious, her skin smooth like alabaster, her long blonde curls spilling over one shoulder, exposing the gentle slope of her spine, the flare of her generous hips.
She was perfection.
I accept you exactly as you are.
Her words rippled through him, swelling in his chest. From the moment he caught her gaze across the crowded parlor, he’d known that she was the one. Her laugh, her smile, spoke to him on a deep, intrinsic level.
With one, fluid thrust, he entered her. Slick, welcoming heat gripped him like a fist and they groaned in unison. She felt so good, so damn heavenly, he wanted to stay buried inside her forever.
“Oh, Nicholas.” Her hands flexed, then fisted the coverlets. She kept her face pressed to the mattress. Trust. Submission. She gave both to him willingly, without question, and it made his heart soar.
With deep, measured thrusts, he pounded into her from behind, his fingertips digging into her hips. She was wet for him, and so tight; he couldn’t remember it ever feeling so good, so exquisitely right. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold on.
She moaned, and it sent him over the edge, into the wide yawning abyss.
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