The Intriguing Billionaire Cowboy [Wives for the Western Billionaires 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Paige Cameron

full attention. I’ve taken more cold showers since meeting you than I have in my whole life.”
    He carried her to the nearest wall and put her back against it. “Later tonight we’ll take our time. I want to feel my cock in your sweet pussy right now.” He ran his finger across her clit and along her moist lower lips.
    “You’re ready for me.” It was more statement than question. He stared into her eyes. Her heart thumped and her breath was rapid. Her whole body was yelling, “Hell yes.”
    He positioned his cock at her opening. He was large, and he took his time gradually stretching her inner pussy walls. She gasped with pleasure and pushed down, wanting to feel more of him.
    “Be patient, honey. I don’t want to hurt you.” Once he was fully inside, Sam began to thrust in and out. But when he leaned forward and bit lightly on her nipple, Sylvia screamed and pushed at his shoulders. For a second she was back in that horrible room with Marko.
    Sam pulled out and let her legs down. He drew her shaking body into his arms. “Did I hurt you? What is it?” At first she couldn’t speak. All she could do was cry. “Do you want me to take you home?”
    She shook her head no and held tight to him. He carried her to the sleeping bag and laid her down. Then he lay beside her and held her close. Gradually her sobs stopped.
    “I’m going to get up and pour us some champagne. A little bubbly might help calm you.”
    She watched the ripples in his arm and back muscles as he opened the wine and poured some into each crystal flute. Then he opened the cooler and brought out a tray with chocolate-covered strawberries.
    Sylvia sat up beside him. “This is delightful. I love chocolate-covered cherries and strawberries.” She took one and bit into the sweetness. “Hmm, good.” Then she took a sip of the sparkling wine. She laughed when the bubbles tickled her nose.
    “A smile at last. There’s my girl.”
    He didn’t push her to talk, and she appreciated his understanding. They both ate the strawberries and emptied their flutes.
    “I need to explain.”
    “When you’re ready. If you want to wait until later, that’s all right.”
    “No. I want you to make more love to me tonight. I’ve never really talked to anyone about what happened just before Graham rescued me. I still have nightmares but not as often.” She told him about being a prisoner, about the hunger and pain from the torture. Then she told him about the final night, the delicious dinner, and the fear her captor would kill her afterward.
    “The way I felt walking up the steps must be how prisoners feel on their way to being executed for their wrongdoings. Fear clawed at my throat. I had trouble breathing, but I knew if I showed fear it would give Marko more satisfaction. Then he’d have been even crueler.”
    “I wish he was here. I’d like to torture him.”
    Sylvia patted his face. “Thank you, but for him, being in prison will be torture enough. He liked to fly free.” Then she told Sam about the way Marko had hurt her breasts. “When you bit lightly, it didn’t hurt, but for some reason that scene rushed into my head. I was back there, scared and in pain.”
    “If I’d known I’d have been more careful. I moved too fast. This next time we’ll take it slow and easy. You can lead.”
    “I’m surprised you don’t want to take me home and get rid of this nutty broad.”
    “I’d never think of you in such terms. You’re wounded. People can’t see the inside hurt. You have to let us help you. I’m not going anywhere. As you said, once I make up my mind, I’m as stubborn as the rest of the Brodies.”
    Sam pulled her down on the sleeping bag and held her tight. She drew in a deep breath. His scent of fresh air, sandalwood, and musk curled inside her, comforted her, and made her feel safe.
    They lay with their arms and legs tangled around each other. Sam’s chin rested on the top of her head. After a little while, Sam kissed her head