Seeing her flicker of excitement at the naughty word, he thanked his lucky stars once again. Damn, but he was going to enjoy playing with his lusty little wife. He circled her opening, sliding the tip of his index finger inside. Feeling her untried muscles clench around him, he stifled a groan. With his other hand, he found the tiny bud hidden in her thatch, and she jolted, letting out a soft moan.
“Do you like that, sweeting? Like me rubbing your pearl?”
“It makes me feel so…soawash.”
“What about this?” He diddled her harder.
She whimpered, her honey flowing into his palm. He’d never had a woman respond to him with such utter abandon, and it made his head spin. As he stroked her little love-knot, he eased a finger into her channel—God, she was snug.
Luckily, she was also very wet, and she showed no signs of discomfort as he pushed all the way in. Her sheath squeezed his finger, wringing an anticipatory drop from his iron-hard cock. As her muscles relaxed, he added another finger, stirring gently. When her thighs tightened around his hand, he frigged her faster.
“Come for me again,” he commanded.
She bit her lip, her eyes closing, a gorgeous flush rising over her face. Watching her go over again shredded the last of his control. He tore off his robe and nightshirt, needing to get inside his wife.
Twelve
Floating on waves of pleasure, Fiona watched her husband disrobe.
He is magnificent, she thought dreamily.
He had the taut, masculine grace of a Greek sculpture. His shoulders and arms were sleekly bulging, and his chest was a masterpiece of carved muscle covered in wiry, dark hair. The hair narrowed to a trail between his ridged abdomen, leading past his narrow hips to…
Sweet heavens.She blinked, staring.His manhood is enormous.
On the sculptures she’d seen, this part of the man’s anatomy had been far more modest. Nothing like what hung between her husband’s hair-dusted thighs. Her gaze widened as he took hold of himself, his long fingers barely encircling the thick shaft. His phallus stood upright, the length girded with veins, the purplish head stretching to his navel.
Why didn’t I listen more carefully to Mama’s wedding night advice?
Fi recalled her mother saying any discomfort would be minimal and pass quickly. But what if Hawk’s proportions were abnormal? How was she supposed to accommodate his excessive size?
Even his finger felt stretching. Her alarm built.He is going to skewer me with that thing…
He came atop her, and she fought her rising panic. Although he kept his weight off her, his sinewy length caged her against the bed. She tried to relax, telling herself that this was part of the bargain she’d made. When she felt his blunt tip push against her opening, she sucked in a breath and braced.
Hovering over her, Hawk stilled. “What is the matter, sweeting?”
She was a lady who took pride in being bold and in control. She wasn’t used to admitting her fears. Yet the concerned warmth in Hawk’s eyes, the way he was holding himself in check despite his advanced state of desire, undid her.
“It has come to my attention that you are, um, rather oversized,” she said in a rush.
He drew his brows together. “Oversized?”
“Your man’s part. Is it unusually large? Not that I mean to imply that you’re abnormal. In a way, I suppose it goes with the rest of the territory, for you are robust in general—”
He halted her babbling by placing a finger on her lips.
“Fiona, it’s all right to be frightened,” he said softly. “It is your first time.”
“I’m not frightened,” she countered. “Merely a trifle…apprehensive.”
A smile lurked in his eyes. “Will it ease your apprehension if I promise to be gentle?”
“I know you will be.” As soon as she said it, she knew it to be true.
Thus far, Hawk had been patient and considerate, introducing her to pleasure beyond her wildest imaginings. She wanted to give him the same in return. Even if it meant a bit of discomfort.
“Trust me to take care of you,” he said.
