She arched, seeking more contact, more connection. He gave it to her on a sigh of pure bliss, running his cock deeper within her slippery folds. Bloody hell, all the saliva in his mouth and the breath in his lungs chose to abandon him, simultaneously, in that moment.
“Take me, Griffin.”
Her urging was all the spurring he needed. Gripping his cock, he positioned himself at her entrance. “It will hurt,” he warned, “the first time. I will go slowly. Allow you to become accustomed to me.”
And then he kissed her.
In the next breath, he canted his hips, pressing against her dripping core. She was wet, so wet, and so hot, hotter than the flames of an inferno. One more breath, and he was inside her. Just the tip of his cock, nothing more than a slow and steady invasion.
With great effort, he held himself still, kissing her, waiting until her body relaxed to thrust again. He kissed the corner of her lips. “Tell me if I should stop. Just say the word, and I shall.” Another kiss. Another undulation of his hips.
This time, he was deep enough to recognize the barrier against him.
“More, Griffin.”
“Are you certain?” he breathed against her mouth, his eyes open, studying her. He did not want there to be any doubt. Not this night, or any that came after. Regardless of what came to pass between them.
“More certain than I have ever been in my life,” she said. “Make me yours.”
He required no further urging. At her words, he thrust. And as he thrust forward, the barrier within her giving way, he took her mouth. They kissed and kissed and kissed, his tongue in her mouth, her hands on his shoulders, dragging him closer, digging in. Until he broke away.
“Have I hurt you?” he demanded through clenched teeth.
Her cunny was painfully tight around him, and he wanted nothing more than to continue, but he maintained his stillness with the greatest effort. First, he needed to be certain she was ready.
“No,” she said. “You feel wonderful.”
So did she.
In fact, wonderful did not begin to describe it. He rolled his hips again, taking his time. His cock sank deeper and deeper within her depths. Until finally, at long last, he slid home, as deep as he could go. He reached between their bodies, finding her pearl as slick and responsive as ever, and worked her. Worked her until she was pumping against him, breathless and frantic.
He wanted to fuck her so badly.
But he would not give in to those base urges.
For today, he would settle for this slow and steady initiation. For the welcoming of her body beneath his. For the hungry grip of her on his cock. For her juices, running down his shaft to his ballocks. For her whimpering and hungry beneath him.
They discovered a rhythm together. Slow, easy. His mouth found its way back to her breasts, and he sucked her nipples as he rode her, sliding in, then out, then in again. Slow and easy, slow and easy, slow and—
Damn it, he wasn’t going to last.
He flicked his tongue over her nipple, then bit, then sucked.
“Yes,” she crooned, touching him more, her fingers everywhere, healing him with her caresses. “More.”
It was all the encouragement he needed.
Griffin slammed into her. He lost himself. Lost the need to be a gentleman. He lost everything but her and this moment and claiming her—making her his—forever. She was ablaze, sodden and tight, her cunny gripping his cock like a fist. He was not going to last.
He kept going, thrusting, kissing, sucking, making love to her so fully and completely, she would never be the same again. He was deep inside her, surging, the wicked sounds of their bodies slapping together, and the slickness of Violet’s desire and the scent of their lovemaking in the air.
He increased the pressure and rhythm on her clitoris, knowing instinctively what she needed. What she wanted. He could not stay himself. He knew he could ill afford to sire a child now, with all the uncertainty and indecision of Arden’s false charges lodged against him, and that he ought to withdraw and spend into the bed linens.
Yet even knowing all that, he could not stop.
Not when he was thrusting desperately inside her, rocking into the soft anchor of her sweet body. Not when he flicked his forefinger over her pearl and she shook beneath him again, tightening on his cock in a series of spasms.
Pleasure built in his ballocks, and he felt it in his spine, tingling, licking through him like a fire. He lost control in the next breath when she clamped down upon him once more, and he could not keep the rise at bay any longer. He surged inside her, coming so violently, his entire body locked up with the force of his release.
