Then he was breaking through, moving a little deeper, and the minor ache was overpowered by the stretch and fullness of him. Nothing could have prepared her for this.
He groaned and hissed with sounds of pleasure to meet her own. “You’re so tight,” he huffed.
“Ved,” she murmured. “I’ve never felt so…” Good. Whole. Happy. None of the words she could think of accurately described how she felt.
“I know,” he rumbled. “Neither have I.” He rocked inside of her shallowly, drawing breathy moans from her. She could feel his ridges pressing into her walls as the first bulge of his shaft filled her.
Trailing a hot hand up her body, he swiped two fingers across her lips. Without thought, she licked the rough pads of them, and when he pressed them against her tongue, she sucked them into hermouth eagerly. He pulsed inside her, growling something she wasn’t even sure were words. Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he traced them over her neck before swirling her saliva around her own nipples.
Isobel was nothing but a sensual creature. She only knew pleasure, only knew Ved and every place he touched her.
He drew out slowly and drove into her again. Each ridge and stroke stoked the fire of passion building within her. Nothing had ever felt so right, so glorious. They both took heaving breaths, and she wasn’t certain where she ended and he began.
He spoke in panting rumbles and rough whispers as he alternated between holding her breasts and rubbing intoxicating circles against her center.
“More,” she panted. She wanted to feel each part of him, take him to the hilt. Devour him and be devoured in return.
“No, Isobel,” he groaned even as her hips came up to try and take him deeper. “I’ll hurt you.”
But soon, it didn’t matter. The passion of their union overtook her, and it was all she could do to wrap her legs around his hips as he rocked inside her. Their bodies became slick with sweat as an inferno grew within her.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, breathless and desperate.
Ved growled something in Xaala, then, “The only name I want on your tongue is mine.”
She said his name. Said it again and again. Made it a prayer to the stars and to the gods of pleasure she didn’t know but her body recognized.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
She had no choice but to obey him. Digging her fingers into the span of his back, she clung to him as she rode the waves of ecstasy, her hips moving in a perfect rhythm with his thrusts.
“That’s it,” he growled.
She didn’t think she could feel any fuller, but he seemed to swell and throb within her. With every small movement, the ridges of his member thrummed against her walls, coaxing whimpers from her. Just as she thought she couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, his thrusts stuttered.
“You’re so stars-damn tight,” he said through gritted teeth as his pumps punctuated his words. “I need to fill you with my seed, make you mine. Say you want me to.” He growled out sentences—some she couldn’t understand—as he moved inside her. “So perfect.Mine. I need to hear you… Nevskol, say you need this as much as I do. Say you’re mine.”
“Please.” Her nails sank into his flesh as they pressed against each other in an intimate embrace. “I’m yours,” she cried.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Isobel—” He cut off with a string of growled out Xaala as he sat more upright and gripped her hips, keeping her from being able to move. “You look so good stretched around my cock. So good with me inside you,” he purred. “I need to go so deep, but I can’t. I have to—”
“Ved,” she murmured—plea and prayer in one.
The muscles in his neck strained, his abs tensed, and his hands held her hips so tight she was certain they would bruise. “You’re mine. No one else can have you—” He let out a carnal groan as the sticky heat of him filled her. His release sparked another of hers until she couldn’t think straight. All she knew for certain was him.
And though she may very well become Lord Richard’s wife in a matter of days, she would never truly belong to him.
She was Ved’s, and she always would be.
Even if they only had tonight, it would have to be enough.
Chapter 26
Ved
It wasn’t enough.
It wouldneverbe enough.
