’Tis shameful,she thought guiltily when his tongue circled her tender opening and he lapped at her womanly juices.
Nay, ’tis wondrous, she thought in the next breath.
The pleasure that Galen wrought was so keenly felt, she writhed wantonly against him. Undeterred, he held her steady in his hands. Continuing to kiss her in that most shockingly intimate manner, he used his tongue to jab and lick, to poke and prod. Suddenly experiencing an exquisite tightening, she sensed that she was being hurtled towardsomething. And though her body had become as hot as the seven hells, what she felt was more akin to the glories of heaven. A splendid tumult of pure sensation.
When Galen began to suckle her hidden nubbin, the pleasure became so acute that she had but a second’s warning before the fire within her exploded. Bombarded with tiny shards of intense sensation, Laoghaire arched wildly against him, caught in the throes of an ecstatic burst unlike any she had ever known.
In that instant it was as if a fiery pleasure thundered down upon her.
Startled by the force of her reaction, Laoghaire cried out as she continued to ride an unexpected but extremely pleasurable crest.
Once the throbbing finally subsided, Galen licked Laoghaire’s folds one last time before he slid his body up and over hers. “Did you enjoy your woman’s peak?” he asked with the hint of a knowing smile.
Still reeling in the aftermath of that astonishing experience, she weakly nodded her head. “’Twas most pleasurable,” she told him, secretly thrilled by the fact that she could smell her essence upon his lips.
Taking hold of his engorged shaft, Galen lightly caressed her with it. “Does this hurt?” he asked as he began to ease himself into her wet passage.
“Aye, there is some pain,” she whispered, suddenly feeling an uncomfortable fullness as Galen’s organ slowly stretched her inner chasm. “Perhaps if ye went about it quickly, the pain will not be long in duration.”
With a rueful expression, Galen said, “In other words, you wish to get it over and done with.” Abiding by her request, he surged into her with such power that Laoghaire felt nigh impaled upon his manhood.
Hit with a burst of pain, she dug her fingers into Galen’s shoulders. When he began to pull out of her, she was greatly relieved. But it was a short-lived relief; in the next instant, he again drove deeply into her.
A rhythm soon developed. And though Laoghaire’s inner muscle’s continued to cling snugly to Galen’s rod, the pain began to dissipate, replaced with a pleasurable tension. It was so pleasurable that Galen’s manroot—heavy, hot, and unrelentingly hard—made her feel as though her body had merged with his.
I am burning for him,she thought, just before the inner flames burst in a shattering pulsation.
Convulsing around him, Laoghaire succumbed to a sudden and powerful urge to scream Galen’s name aloud.
“Sweet Jesu,” Galen rasped. Throwing back his head, he thrust deeply into her.
A heartbeat later, his entire body shuddered and his face contorted as though he were in agony.
Overwhelmed, words, indeed even thoughts, eluded her. She sensed that Galen experienced a similar reaction, for he rolled onto his side with an exhausted grunt.
Filled with a radiant languor, Laoghaire extended a hand in Galen’s direction and gently caressed his scarred cheek.
When he peered over at her, she smiled dreamily and said, “I didn’t know . . .”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“I pray thee continue, Laoghaire.”
Although Galen had yet to recover from their impassioned mating—his chest still rising and falling like a pair of bellows—he was nonetheless curious to know his wife’s mind.
Propping herself on an elbow, Laoghaire turned to him and said, “I didn’t know ’twould be so wonderful. While I was afraid at first, I experienced much pleasure at yer hands, Galen.”
Upon hearing her call him by name, he smiled.
“Do I amuse ye, husband?”
“Nay, you do not. I simply like the sound of my name upon your lips. Your sweet, lush, beautiful lips,” he added, staring intently at her mouth.
Almost immediately, Galen’s thoughts turned randy. All too easily, he conjured an image of that luscious mouth caressing his body before closing around his manhood. And though it was merely a fantasy held in the mind’s eye, his cock began to restlessly stir. Laoghaire had responded so ardently to their lovemaking, giving herself to him so completely, that he found himself already craving more, wanting to again feel the liquid fire of her woman’s body as she spasmed around him.
Christ God.When she reached her apex, she actually screamed his name, a sound sweeter than any minstrel’s melody.
“Had I not been so prideful on our wedding night, we could have—”
