Further words failed him. Smothering an oath, he scooped her into his arms and marched towards the bed. Laying her down carefully, he made short work of getting rid of the rest of his clothing.
"I need a minute."
He told her hoarsely as he stood there staring down at her. She was perfect. There was nothing wrong with her. She was small, and that gave him more than a twinge of fear and guilt as he wondered how on earth she was going to be able to carry two babies inside her.
"I'm waiting here."
Mentally shaking his head, he lowered himself and took several deep breaths.
"I don't want to hurt you."
Balling his hands into fists, he tried desperately to rein in his passion.
"And you won't."
Turning to face him, she pressed a hand to his chest and looked deep into his eyes. The green had darkened to almost black, as it did whenever he was overcome.
"You won't."
She repeated.
"Kiss me darling."
It took just that to make his control snap. Wrapping a hand at the back of her neck, he fisted his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck.
The neat chignon was destroyed as he tugged at pins and sent them flying. The kiss was potent. He felt the swift kick inside his stomach as his mouth touched hers.
She opened for him with an eagerness that had his blood heating. Every rational thought drained out of his head and left him feeling weak and dizzy.
His hands moved over her back and hips restlessly, possessively. She was his. She might not be wearing his ring or his name, but she belonged to him. As he was hers. Completely utterly hers.
From the first moment he laid eyes on her, she belonged to him. Dragging his lips from hers, he trailed kisses down her cheek, taking little bites from the skin of her neck until she was arching her body against his.
"Easy."
He whispered, his lips hovering over her nipple.
"Do you know what the hell you do to me?"
He asked her thickly.
"Show me."
Her fingers were biting into his back, her body already beyond aroused. She was dying to feel him deep inside her.
"Now. Show me now."
The tenuous control he had managed to hold onto was torn into shreds. His mouth latched onto her nipple with a fierce hunger that had her crying out.
He did not even feel when her fingers made grooves into the flesh of his back. Reaching between their bodies, he pressed his hand over her sex. That's all it took.
She erupted like a geyser, her body arching, sobs tearing at her throat. He savaged first one nipple and then the other and still it was not enough.
With a feral growl, his mouth raced down to her stomach where he spent time nibbling at her skin, then soothing it with his tongue. His babies were somewhere inside her, growing, feeding off her nutrients. It humbled him, aroused him to the point where he was maddened with desire.
"Oscar."
She twisted restlessly as his mouth covered the springy hairs covering her sex.
