For…Blake Deverill.
How full she felt as he penetrated her, her body discovering a rhythm with the motion. With each thrust of his finger, lightning shot through her veins. Her sex felt…oh…pleasured.
Brimming with so much pleasure.
Yet, still, it wasn’t enough.
Something inside her had awakened and wanted—demanded—more, as she felt herself beginning to strain and take all of him. It seemed her quim wasn’t opposed to begging.
And getting ideas, too.
If this was how his fingers felt, then how muchmorewould his manhood feel?
The question produced a frisson of trepidation, but also…need.
She needed to know.
She tore her mouth from his. “Dev.”
He angled slightly back. “You’re sure?” He knew what she’d left unsaid.
“I am.”
His gaze searched hers for another three seconds—the longest three seconds of her life.
He could sayno.
And that would be the end of it.
Instead, he nodded.
Triumph soared through her. This man… He wasn’t a perfect man, but he ever took her at her word. He trusted her to know herself.
Even if he, like she, knew that on the morrow another belief would come—that tonight had been the height of foolishness.
His finger eased from her, and her thighs squeezed together, aching at the absence of him. He slid off the bed and made short work of the rest of his clothing. Then he was reaching across her and slipping her chemise over her head. “What a beauty you are, Beatrix.”
She nearly snorted—nearly.
It was the utter seriousness in his eyes that held it back.
Whether she believed his words mattered not. He believed them, and something in her blossomed.
Again, he eased his body onto hers, her legs opening to accommodate him. The air between them grew intimate and close. As he took his length in hand, she tilted her hips to receive him.
No one had taught her this.
No one needed to.
Feminine instinct was her guide.
Then she felt it—the press of him against her. His mouth met her ear, and her name was easing from him as he pushed with slow, deliberate force. The breath caught in her lungs as he filled her, inch by inch. She’d seen with her eyes how very big he was. But seeing and feeling were two very different sensations. For a wild instant, she wondered how all of him could fit. Then he pressed yet another inch deeper, and she was adjusting to the feel of him all over again.
“Are you all right?” His voice was a rasped growl that sent shivers through her.
She nodded—and hoped she did so convincingly.
As uncomfortable as the surface of this act was, a deeper part of her absolutely needed him to keep going.Slowly…slowly…he penetrated her and she had to wonder if the length of him would ever end.
