“Get up here,” she demanded. She was panting as if she’d been running. “I need… more. Need… you.”
Lucian had thought he would just see to her, in spite of his earlier words about consummating the marriage.
But if sheinsisted…
He stood. Her fingers were yanking at the buttons of his falls before he had the chance to reach for them.
“Rosalie,” he gasped, “we don’t have to?—”
“Yes,” she hissed. “We do.”
He tried again. “Are you sure you want to?—”
Annoyance flared in her eyes. “Completely sure.”
His cock sprang free, and she seized it with her soft little hand. “Because,” he gasped, “we don’t have to… Oh,fuck.”
While he’d been busy trying to be noble for once in his misbegotten life, Rosalie had aligned his cock with her wet, hot, tight entrance and pulled him halfway inside her.
Lucian’s eyes crossed from the pleasure. He struggled to maintain a shred of composure. “Are you all right? Did that?—”
She responded with a snarl and pulled him the rest of the way inside.
Something inside Lucian broke. Because… he was making love to Rosalie. How many lonely nights had he tossed and turned, dreaming of this moment, the pleasure he found in picturing himself with Rosalie tainted by the knowledge that he would never be with her in truth? And yet, here he was. He was fairly certain he hadn’t done anything in his misbegotten existence to deserve this. He honestly thought his heart might burst from the overwhelming happiness coursing through him.
Rosalie did not seem to be experiencing a similar predicament. Indeed, her thoughts seemed fixed on how to achieve some more friction. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was bucking against the table, oblivious to the knocking sound it made against the wall.
Shaking himself, Lucian moved to assist her. She made a sound of protest when he withdrew, but her eyes went wide when he slid back in. “Better?” he asked.
“Do that again,” she gasped.
He complied, and she moaned. Recalling himself, he threaded a hand between their bodies and began rubbing the pearl between her legs. Although she seemed to be deriving pleasure from this part of lovemaking—which was a fucking miracle, because, in his experience, most women did not—she had been a virgin two minutes ago, and helping her along was literally the least he could do.
All the while, he continued sliding in and out. It was hard to focus while experiencing the most overwhelming pleasure he’d ever felt, but he clenched his jaw. She was avirgin, damn it. And this wasRosalie. “Does that hurt?” he asked.
“It doesn’t. Truly.” Her voice was full of wonder. “I was always told that it would, the first time. And that this was something only men enjoyed. But…”
“But?” he asked, quickening his pace a hair, because damn it, he wanted tothrust.
“But it feelswonderful,” she said, her voice dreamy.
Something inside Lucian snapped. He needed her, had needed her for so long, and for her to want him, too, in this, the best moment of his whole fucking life… How could he bear something like that?
He started thrusting faster. “Tell me if it hurts,” he ground out. “I’ll stop. I’ll?—”
“Don’t. Stop!” she cried, digging her fingers into his shoulders so hard he could feel her nails through the fabric of his coat.
“God, Rosalie.” He buried his face in her hair. “So fuckingperfect. You’re everything I’ve ever?—”
“Lucian!” she shrieked, and her thighs tensed around him. “You’re… I’m… I’m going to…”
She didn’t finish that sentence, but Lucian had a fair idea what was about to happen. He swirled his thumb as fast as he could and moved his hips desperately. And the only thing better than the mind-bending orgasm bearing down on him was hearing his name on Rosalie’s lips as she came apart in his arms.
She swept him over the edge with her, and in all his years of debauchery, he had never experienced anything that came close to making love with his Rosalie. The only thought in his pleasure-addled brain was that he had been right; he had been right all along.
He had known that she was the only one for him. That they were made for one another.
It took a moment for the room to come back into focus. The way Rosalie clung to him, as if he were the only stable thing in her world, made his heart twist.
