If he let her continue, he’d come at once, and he didn’t want that.
Sinking to his knees, he buried his face beneath her skirts, kissing her through her bloomers, then untying them, finding herwetness with his tongue. He needed to taste this part of her, and to inhale her scent—to devour her femininity. Soon, she was too limp to stand, her pearl engorged and pleasured, and she willingly lay down.
His erection was painfully hard, so that he could hold off no longer. She gasped, fearful, but Jack spoke softly and, inch by inch, sank into her warmth. Encased by wetness, as close to her as it was possible to be, he was faint headed with desire.
Her sheath clasped him so tightly he knew it would be impossible to last long, but he was determined for it to feel good for her. Tenderly, slowly, he advanced and withdrew, angling himself to press upon her sensitive place, keeping his eyes locked upon hers throughout, reassuring her, making promises for everything that might come.
Nothing had ever been like this.
And nothing would ever be the same.
Onora had thoughtat first to entice him into a kiss but something else took hold—beyond her control or comprehension. A whirlwind of shivering tremors and flaming heat caught her up, melting away all caution, demanding that she forbid herself nothing.
She wanted his hands caressing her breasts, his fingers then his mouth squeezing her nipples, painful yet exquisite.
She needed to touch him, too. Beneath his shirt, his muscles were firm and his skin heated. As she stroked the hair that led downward he pressed forward, betraying the hardness straining at his trousers. It seemed the most natural thing to unfasten him, to bare that glorious, secret part which she knew was for her—so smooth, the skin soft as silk, yet encasing granite, and the tip wet with longing, just as she was.
With her hand upon him, he groaned her name and thrust his hips, moving his girth in the circle of her fingers. Between her legs the ache grew fiercer, demanding this part of him, so masculine and powerful, capable of giving and receiving pleasure.
She thought he’d claim her then, raising her skirts and taking her against the wall, as Seton had tried to. Whatever he wanted, she was willing. He was on his knees, baring her most intimately, kissing her there, first with reverence, then with growing passion, until she was so sensitive she could bear no more.
When he lay her down and parted her with the weight of his body, she felt momentarily afraid, but a voice within told her to have faith.
She wanted to experience this, and she would.
As he penetrated her, there was pain—a sharp stab, then the feeling of being stretched and filled. It was awkward and strange, yet glorious at the same time.
Having him joined to her, sunk within her body, was beyond anything she could have imagined.
More intense. More satisfying.
While she’d feared her tightness would prevent his enjoyment, rather it inflamed him.Between soft kisses, he murmured incoherent words, of how good she felt, how perfect!
Now move within me, my lover.
I deserve to be pleasured.
I deserve to feel alive.
I deserve…ecstasy!
The voice in her mind came from beyond herself, overbearing all other thoughts as Jack thrust, spurring her on in a haze of desire. Images flashed through her mind, of what she’d seen in the temple: those poses, lewd and primal, of men and women mating in the basest of positions, and the goddess Qadesh—fearsome and all-knowing— watching as her acolytes copulated.
Not love but lust—a fulfilling of their sexual nature.
Don’t be afraid.
Take what is given.
Revel in it.
The strange, commanding presence flowed through her and, instinctively, Onora raised her hips to meet him. When he held still, she raised her knee, wanting him as deep as her body would allow.
Ecstasy is yours.
Make him go faster.
Make him go harder.
