The cool breeze that hit her skin ought to have cooled the shooting heat in her veins. Instead her temperature spiked.
Latching onto her breast, he stoked a fire with his tongue and with a tugging sensation. Sharp teeth grazed tender flesh, making her pant. “Please,” she begged.
If this was all she could take from him, she was going to take everything. She fumbled at the opening of his trousers.
Was she like her mother after all? Had her mother become her father’s mistress, not because it had been her only choice, but because it had been thebestchoice? Had her mother laid claim to the best of both worlds by taking the only parts of him that he could offer?
Because Addison was making her feel oh, so very,verygood.
She ought to be embarrassed by the wetness he found between her legs. Any proper lady should feel embarrassed.
“You’re so damned soft and wet. Beautiful for me, love.” Wicked fingers located her opening and he slid one inside, entering her easily. And then another.
She tugged at the waist of his trousers, impatient for more because apparently, her lessons in propriety hadn’t gone far enough.
“For you,” she gasped.
He was everything to her and when she wrapped her hand around his thick, throbbing manhood, she wanted it inside of her. It was hot and silky but also rigid.
“Dear God.” She had never known. How had she never known?
Proper ladies be damned. She gave a gentle squeeze and rubbed her thumb over the tip where she found a bead of liquid. His seed. She drew lazy circles and squeezed again.
“Holy hell, Collette,” Addison whispered against her skin. “You’re perfect. Always.”
“And yours,” Collette gasped, aching, opening. “I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours.” He covered her hand with his and helped glide the silken shaft along her seam. With each stroke, he spread her juices along his length. This was right. This was what they’d been created for.
“Yes,” She lifted her hips, hungry for more. She’d heard there would be tearing and braced herself for the promised pain of losing her maiden head.
She didn’t care. All she could think was,Fill me. Take me. Both of them thrust at the same time and… “Oh!” A ripping feeling deep inside.
He felt it too and froze. “God, Collette. I hurt you.”
“No.” Her need was sharper than any pain. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”I love you.
He withdrew and then edged inside again. “I love you, Collette.”
“Right there.”I love you.He came into her deeper.
“All of you.”
“Mine.” Collette exhaled. He was big, bigger than she had imagined it could be, but her inner flesh stretched and cradled him. They were no longer separate halves.
Making love with Addison was more than a joining, it was a transformation.
“Love you,” he chanted, rocking into her. She lifted her hips and as he moved in and out, they fell into perfect rhythm.
“Love you,” she echoed, clutching him with her legs, her arms… her soul.
If she let go, surely, she would shoot into the sky, out of her body, never knowing the limitations of the physical world again.
On the tails of that very fanciful thought, Collette felt Addison stiffen and then plunge deeper, releasing a warmth that could only be his seed, and the most exquisite pleasure struck her like lightning.
The universe tipped and then swirled into a vortex, and rather than join the stars, she became one of them.
She shuddered, and cried out, the roaring in her ears sounding like thunder.
