“It was beautiful, Lily,” Oskar assured her, his fingers tracing gentle lines down her arms. “And so were ye.”
The room spun as Lily lay there, her breaths coming out in short bursts and her body still trembling from the aftermath of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. She glanced over at Oskar, who was still watching her with an intensity that made her insides melt. He had this habit of making her feel like the center of the universe.
She reached for his face, her fingers tracing the lines of his handsome features, the rough stubble on his chin, and the tender curve of his lips that had tasted her with such intoxicating passion.
“Oskar,” she breathed, her heart hammering in her chest, “I want more. I want everything.”
He moaned as she trailed her fingers down the contours of his thickly muscled chest, then under the band of his breeches.She wrapped her hand around his rock-hard shaft and began to slowly caress.
“Lily,” he said, his voice so deep she felt it rumbling through his chest. “Ye must stop. Otherwise I will have to take ye and I fear I might hurt ye.”
“You won’t,” she said, kissing his jawline as she continued to stroke him. “You won’t ever hurt me.”
She knelt above him, working him with one hand, kissing him gently down his neck and shoulders and Oskar’s hands trailed lightly, gently down her back, tracing the long scar along her spine. Nobody had ever touched her there and instead of pain, she felt a shiver of ecstasy.
Heat began to gather in her again and she realized that this man, this strong, rough, and tender man, had opened up a door inside her that only he could close.
Oskar growled low in his throat, the roughness in his voice reflecting the storm brewing beneath his skin. She could feel his erection pulsating against her hand, the sensation sending jolts of electricity to her core. He kicked off his breeches and gripped her waist then rolled onto his back beneath her and lifted her on top of him.
She slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling him slide inside. And suddenly she felt whole, complete, in a way she never had before. He groaned softly, each movement making her own desire intensify.
As she fully enveloped him, Oskar looked up at the ceiling, his jaw clenched, his teeth gritting. She felt him surge inside her, filling her completely, his fingers digging into her hips.
“Lily,” he panted, his breath hot against her neck as he thrust up into her. “Ye are mine.”
He reached up, still inside her, guiding her hips gently as he began to rock back and forth. His hands gripped her waist as they moved together and she moaned softly, her body resonatingwith every thrust, a delicious tingling radiating up from where their bodies met.
The room was filled with the sound of their lovemaking—the slap of flesh against flesh, the soft, breathy moans that escaped her lips as he thrust into her with increasing abandon.
Oskar’s hands never let go of her waist, his grip tightening as his hips thrust harder, his eyes locked on hers. Lily’s breaths were ragged, her voice rough as she cried out his name, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him.
How could this be real? How could her body withstand these kinds of sensations? She was starting to come apart, starting to drown under the weight of awareness coursing through her.
As her moans and gasps filled the room, Oskar’s eyes went dark. He leaned up, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “I’m about to lose control, Lily.”
And with that, he let go. He thrust harder, faster, his body moving in synchronicity with hers as they both neared the brink. Their skin slapped together, their hips moved in rhythm, sweat dripped down their foreheads.
Lily’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and she arched her back, meeting each thrust as her climax exploded and she shuddered, her eyes sliding closed, lost in a sea of pleasure.
Oskar’s movements became erratic, his body jerking with each thrust. He grunted, his voice rough with desire as he too reached his climax. As his body shook and trembled, he collapsed onto the rug beneath her, gasping for air. Lily lay on top of him, her body still quivering from the aftermath, her heart swelling with affection for this man who had opened up a world of pleasure and desire.
Slowly, Lily began to ease herself off him, her legs shaking as she tried to regain her balance. Oskar rolled over, wrapping his arms around her. She snuggled into his embrace, her heart still pounding with the intensity of their lovemaking.
“I can’t believe what just happened,” she whispered, her voice as soft as a whisper.
“Neither can I,” Oskar replied, running his fingers lightly through her hair. “But I can tell ye one thing, Lily. I never want to stop exploring this world with ye.” Then his expression turned serious. “I didnae hurt ye, did I?”
Lily shook her head, her voice heavy. “No, Oskar. You didn’t hurt me.”
“I promise I willnae ever hurt ye, Lily. But I canna promise that I’ll always be able to control myself around ye.”
Lily laughed softly, her breath stirring his hair. “I don’t think I want you to control yourself, Oskar. I like the way you lose control around me.”
He pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead. “Then why dinna we lose control a little more?”
She nodded, a grin spreading across her face. “Yes, why don’t we do that?”
