She reached out and touched his chest as though she feared it would burn her. “Your muscles. The way you are sculpted, dusted with…with all that golden hair.” Both her brows arched higher. “You are quite…”
“I am quite what?”
“Nice,” she whispered, and wet her lips as though hungry for him. “Very, very nice.” She puckered the perfect rosiness of her mouth and blew out a long, slow breath. “Might you make sure the window is open as wide as it will go? I am finding it quite warm in here. Is it not so to you?”
“Yes, my swan. Quite warm, indeed.” He smiled to himself as he did as she asked. Before returning to her, he removed his boots, then slowly unbuttoned his falls while walking toward her. “Would you like to remove your chemise so the air might cool your skin?”
With her eyes large and dark and her lips barely parted, he at first thought she meant to refuse. But then she sat up and swept the garment off over her head, arching her back as she did so. Now, he was the one struck speechless. A breathtaking woman while clothed, she was a stunning goddess in the nude.
“I never knew such beauty existed.” His voice had gone hoarse with need. Gads, if he didn’t dishonor himself by spilling his seed before he even reached the bed, it would be a miracle.
“Thank you.” She tucked her chin and offered him a shy smile. “Might I see the rest of you?”
Her curiosity was the strongest aphrodisiac he had ever experienced. His gaze locked with hers as he let his pantaloons drop and kicked them aside.
Her eyes flared open wider. “Oh my.” She pressed a hand to the base of her throat. “How will you… How will it…?”
He climbed into the bed and eased her into his arms before she could finish. “Trust me,” he whispered as he kissed his way down her throat, along her collarbone, then circled her hardened nipple with his tongue. He sucked it ever so gently while cupping her other breast and pressing the hard length of himself against her.
She arched into him while tangling her fingers in his cropped hair and holding his head tight to her chest. She drew up one of her legs, wrapped it around him, and squeezed. A breathless moan escaped her, encouraging him to treat her to even more.
He cupped her buttock and squeezed, then allowed his hand to slide to the back of her thigh, where his fingertips grazed back and forth across her slickness as he kissed his way lower.
“Oh my.” She writhed beneath him as he ran the tip of his tongue down the flatness of her stomach toward the lovely reddish-blonde nest of curls between her thighs. “Surely you do not mean to—”
“Shh, trust me.” He throbbed with the need to take her, but forced himself to be patient, to be strong. She needed to be properly readied to fully enjoy this union. As he suckled the nubbin of her sex, he slipped a finger inside her heat.
She clutched the bedsheets, making him smile while still enjoying the taste of her and plunging his finger in and out. Her hips moved in time with his touch, rocking against his mouth with ever-increasing abandon. He slid another finger in alongside the other and sucked her nubbin harder. She was so close. Then her hot wetness tightened around his fingers, and she screamed. As she crested with her bliss, he hugged her tightly and kept his fingers buried deep inside her. When her spasms slowed, he kissed his way back up her body.
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him between taking in great gulps of air. “I will never not trust you again,” she rasped.
“I am glad to hear that, my swan.” Bloody hell, he needed to bury himself in her, but gads, he had to be patient. The pain when her damned maidenhead ripped still stood between them. He kissed her deep and long, dying to be inside her. When he lifted his head to warn her of what was to come, she silenced him with a finger across his lips.
“I want you…where you are supposed to be,” she said in a breathless whisper. “Frannie and Celia told me it’s merely a little sting at first, and after that, it is quite nice indeed.”
“Itisquite nice indeed.”
She hugged her legs tighter around him and rose to meet him. “Then take me. Show me more of these lovely feelings, my delightful cob.”
“Gladly, my precious pen. Gladly.” He pushed into her tightness, then forced himself to pause. “Breathe and try to relax, my love.”
Instead, she wiggled, torturing him with her delicious wetness. “More,” she urged. “I will relax later.”
Gads, if she only knew. He shoved in deeper still and paused again.
“Oh my,” she gasped. “So much…fullness. Why do you keep stopping? Is that how it’s done?”
“No, my swan. Not at all.” He drove in and fully buried himself, shuddering as he struggled for control. After a tender kiss, he rose enough to look down at her. “All right?”
She rocked her hips, slid her hands down his back, and squeezed his buttocks. “The sting is already gone. Please do continue.”
“Happily.” A groan left him as he worked his hips with a slow, steady rhythm. The ancient need to fully possess her and claim her for his own burned ever hotter, as his lovely bride became more breathless by the moment.
“Oh my, I do like this,” she said, matching him thrust for thrust. “Faster. Harder.”
“As you wish, my lady.” He pounded with the ravenous urgency he had felt since the carriage ride home.
She dug her fingernails into his back and unleashed a delighted moan. “Yes!”
