“Because I intend to take you south to Ely tonight and marry you.”
“Oh,” she looked slightly astonished by the declaration and he smiled tenderly.
“Is this not acceptable? Either that or you marry Colin Warrington. I will allow you to choose.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Some choice. Allow me to contemplate this a moment, if you would.”
He lowered his head, his lips lingering directly above her delicious mouth. “Time has expired, my lady. I have made your decision for you.”
His lips clamped down and Peyton reacted instantaneously, winding her arms around his thick neck as if she were clinging to him for her own life. Instinctively, she trusted him completely. He had always been gentle with her and she had no reason to believe that this would be any different.
She eagerly anticipated every move he made, moaning softly as his hot lips suckled her breasts eagerly. His suckling motion created a fire between her legs, a sensation she was coming to associate with Alec’s touch. She wondered what magic hepossessed that caused her to react in such a manner when James, a man she loved, had never provoked such a wanton response. Was it at all possible that she was coming to love Alec and not even realize it?
Alec lapped the sweetness of her breasts, his passion and lust growing by leaps and bounds. His great hand moved down the curve of her torso, delighting in the silky skin. She had the most incredible skin, silky and smooth and flawless.
When his hand reached the softness of her tender inner thighs, she reflexively startled and he caressed her soothingly, whispering comforting words in between scalding kisses.
Peyton heard the words, calmed by his gentle manner and tender touch. But she couldn’t help but stiffen when he fingered the red curls between her legs. Even with her natural fear, Alec was pleased to discover that she was slick with moisture and he plunged his tongue into her navel with relish.
Peyton gasped with surprise and he laughed low, bringing himself up to face her as the straw beneath them crackled and scratched. He gazed deeply into her eyes, emotions such as he had never known running rampant. He would be her first and, barring his death, her last lover. And the same would be said for him.
He was so excited that he was trembling as he slanted over her lips once again, with less force and far more emotion. His movements were slow and erotic, all-consuming and bold as his big legs parted her thighs gently but firmly. She opened her legs to him, her passion keeping rein on her maiden’s apprehension. She knew she should be terrified of what they were about to do, but she found that she wanted him to touch her, to teach her the heights of passion he had promised within his feverish kisses and tender touch. Aye, she should very well be scared witless. But within the warm folds of his massive embrace, she couldonly want for more to satisfy the raging desire that surged within her.
Her mind was completely void of any feelings or thoughts other than those of Alec and his magic. When his fingers danced delicately over the thick lips of her private core, she gasped with excitement. A touch she should have shied from, she wanted desperately.
James had never worked such miracles within her soul and she should have felt guilty for giving herself so freely to another man, but she found she wasn’t guilty in the least. With each touch, with each kiss, Alec buried James deeper and deeper within the recesses of her mind.
He removed his fingers and Peyton felt his arousal pushing at her, seeking her promised treasure. She was desperate to feel him inside her, wondering if she would find the relief she sought the moment he entered her. Would her passion be sated? Would her desire crest, leaving her weak and satisfied? She truly wasn’t sure what to expect, of what sort of pleasure lay in store as he entered her slowly. She only knew for certain that she needed him within her.
Alec tried to bank his frenzy, God only knew, but when she awkwardly pushed forward with her hips, his control slipped and he drove hard. Peyton gasped loudly into his mouth and he drove again, and again, and she cried out softly with the pain of possession. His passionate kisses drowned out her moans, acutely aware of her tightness around his enormous manhood and he knew he had to be hurting her terribly. But his own ecstasy was so tremendous that he almost did not care. He’d found Heaven.
She shifted underneath him in an attempt to move away, but he held her tightly and thrust one last time, seating himself to the hilt. Never had he experienced anything more magnificent. Peyton tore her mouth away from his raiding lips and drew ina long, ragged gasp. The hot, stinging pain radiated throughout her groin and into her legs and she was positive that he had injured her, yet in the same breath, she had never felt anything so incredibly private or wonderful.
It was a peculiar delirium she struggled with as he held her tightly, not moving as they both became accustomed to the very new experience. She could feel his massive root throbbing inside of her, anxiously awaiting the opportunity for release. But Alec held still, clutching her tightly.
Her nails had dug bloody crescents into his shoulders as she held onto him, waiting for the pain to subside. Her rapid breathing filled the dim stable and she was highly aware of his tremendous weight and size upon her. He lay so still that she would have wondered if he was even alive but for his heavy breathing. When she opened her mouth to speak, he suddenly raised his head and his lips claimed her once again.
Peyton forgot the pain. Alec began to stroke in and out of her, a bit unskillfully and on more than one occasion dislodged himself completely, but the more he practiced, the better he became. She began to meet his thrusts, their bodies clashing with fired intensity so hot that she was sure their passion would ignite the straw beneath them.
And as her pain faded, another heat took hold and began to build. Every time their bodies met, it was as if the heat increased and she began to live for each successive thrust. She was seeking what only Alec could satisfy, although she had no idea what that might be, until he suddenly thrust so firmly that her teeth rattled and she heard him moan her name softly. She felt him pulsing within her and suddenly she was plummeted over the threshold of passion, her first climax coming so hard that she began to sob. Wave after delicious wave swept her, slowly fading away until she was only aware of her pounding heart.
The straw softened Alec’s enormous weight on her and he was thankful. Lying atop her glorious body, he couldn’t have moved if God himself had demanded it. But his lethargy was more than simply his need being satisfied; it was equally due to his emotional shock.
He was imminently grateful that he had never seen his way to bed another woman; it made coupling with Peyton all the more magnificent. He could not imagine the words that would adequately describe what he was feeling, so many emotions swirling within the warm-hazed field of his mind that he couldn’t grasp a single one. He was feeling more than he ever had about anything in his entire life.
“Are you well, sweetheart?” he asked softly.
Jolted from her dozing state, Peyton opened her eyes slowly to stare at the rafters of the stable. Alec’s great head lay near her shoulder, pillowed by the straw.
“Aye,” she whispered.
His hand came up to stroke her cheek and she turned slightly to see him gazing at her tenderly.
“But I hurt you,” he said quietly.
“The rapture outweighed the discomfort,” she assured him.
He smiled, fingering her red hair. “You are entirely brave, my lady. Your courage awes me.”
