It frustrated her, that she needed him to touch somewhere else, and yet he wasn’t in the right place. The rhythmic touch of his hand became a torment, and Morren lifted her hips, opening to him.
When she did, he lowered his thumb just slightly. Not enough to ease her, but closer.
She arched again, gripping the back of his head.
“Do you feel it?” he asked, his voice growing ragged. His face held the intensity of a warrior upon a battlefield, as though he’d fight to the death for her.
“Yes.” A shiver rocked through her, and she opened her legs a little more. He rewarded her by teasing at the wetness, dipping his hand against her.
It startled her to realize that she wanted to feel his caress there. It was nothing at all like the night she’d been hurt. Trahern was completely attuned to her, his hand coaxing the same dizzying sensation she’d felt on the night he’d pressed his knee against her center.
She gave a cry when he suddenly found the spot she’d been yearning for, and instantly, she fragmented. A rush of hot shivers broke through her, with shattering waves of delicious heat. He kissed her again, and she clung hard, her body shivering against the pleasure. Her knee eased over his hip, and she felt the length of him pressed close.
Instantly, she stopped moving. His mouth moved to her throat, soothing her. “It’s all right if you want me to stop now.”
She did, for what he’d given her was wonderful, intimate and so pleasurable, she wanted to treasure the memory. But he hadn’t experienced the same release. His body was tense, though he tried to mask it.
Morren reached out to touch his cheek, wondering if she dared allow it. She rested her head against his chest, feeling the warmth of his arms around her. His hand idly rubbed her back, and when her breasts pressed against his chest, an answering warmth seemed to unfold from within her womb.
Her leg rested upon his hip, though he’d turned onto his stomach to keep his erection from touching her. He understood her, as no other man could. And he’d put her fear above his own needs.
If she turned him away now, he would accept it. But she wanted to experience a true marriage with Trahern, for however long that was.
A year and a day, she reminded herself. Perhaps less. The thought of leaving broke her spirit into a thousand pieces.
But for tonight, they had each other. She traced her hand over his closely cut hair, down his strong jaw line. “Don’t hide yourself from me. It’s all right.”
The words were a lie, but she was determined to get through this. She would endure what she must, because she wanted him to experience the same thrilling rush.
Trahern nipped at her palm and rolled onto his side. This time, she felt his manhood nestled against her warmth. He adjusted her leg so that the tip of him rested at her entrance.
“Slowly,” she pleaded.
And he listened. Each second seemed to last an eternity, but when his thickness nudged at her, she held herself so tight, it took the greatest control not to cry out.
“Easy,” he breathed. With his mouth, he kissed her lips, his tongue sliding within her mouth, just as his body pressed against her flesh. He used his manhood to coax another response, conjuring a sleek wetness. Another shiver passed over her, and it became easier to join his flesh within hers. He moved inside a little more, and she tensed.
The distraction of his kiss helped, and she let herself enjoy the hot pressure of his mouth. His hand moved down her spine to her bottom, where he gave a gentle squeeze.
To her shock, the motion angled her in such a way that he was fully sheathed. Trahern didn’t move, his eyes locked upon her.
“Are you all right?” he managed. Perspiration gleamed upon his forehead, and she saw his struggle not to hurt her.
“Yes.” The intrusion didn’t hurt at all. To her surprise, it felt . . . good to be joined with him.
He started to withdraw, and the friction made her gasp with the startling sensation that seemed to caress her from the inside.
He kissed her nipple once again, and she felt it as surely as if he’d kissed her intimately. Once more, he slid himself deep within her womb.
With smooth, long strokes, he filled her. But he was taking nothing from her. Nor was he using her for his own fulfillment. Instead, he was using his body to evoke her pleasure. The same sense of building urgency came over her again. Each penetration aroused her, his shaft causing her breath to come in quick gasps.
“Will you be all right if I do this?” he asked, moving faster. He brought her beneath him, balancing his weight on both hands. The change in pace made her body rise to meet his.
“More,” she breathed, wanting him to feel the same way she was feeling now. She wanted him to come apart, to see the rush of pleasure in his own expression.
Her encouragement was all he needed. He raised her knees, and with each penetration, she cried out with a keening need. Her hips moved in counterpoint to his, faster and faster. At last, she wrapped both legs around his waist, holding onto him while he surged deep inside.
She felt him the instant he shuddered, his body finally succumbing to the burst of pleasure rocking within her. With his last thrust, he sent her past the brink once again, and she trembled in his arms.
