Virginia meant to hold him down. He evaded her, slipping her drawers down her legs and tossing them to the floor. She looked at him.
He was completely naked, all power, all muscle, huge and strong. He smiled a little, something primitive and triumphant in his expression, and he moved over her. “I don’t want to hurt you, darling,” he whispered roughly.
“You won’t,” she managed.
He smiled a little, as they both knew it must be a lie, with her so tiny and him so huge. “Virginia,” he said, kissing her slowly.
She moaned as he probed against her, the sensation too much to bear. Blackness threatened, and with it, an explosion of fiery sparks.
Stroking himself once, twice more against her sex, he murmured, “Are you ready for me, darling?”
She did not answer because she could not, she only cried out.
“I think so,” he said roughly, stroking over her again. And his entire body shuddered.
Devlin pushed against her.
For one moment, Virginia tensed, having forgotten just how massive his invasion was.
“Darling,” he said roughly against her temple, pressing slowly into her.
Virginia cried out as he filled her, inch by deliberate inch. When it seemed he could go no farther, she clung, panting hard, as tense as a drum.
“Relax, little one, let me bring you pleasure—vast pleasure,” he said harshly, and he moved.
He moved deeper yet.
Virginia clawed his back, about to tell him to stop, when her body yielded and a wave of heated pleasure began. She gasped in surprise as Devlin began to ride her, slowly and rhythmically, his body shaking with his restraint as he did so.
The pleasure mounted impossibly. Virginia held him, wrapping her calves around his thighs, causing him to gasp with pleasure and thrust harder, deeper, now. Yes, she managed to think, blinded by the pleasure, the man, and she clawed him, wanting more, demanding it. He responded. As he thrust deep, carrying her across the bed, she held on, crying out, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over her, through her, and still he pounded, gasping out, crying, “Darling, let me give you more,” and she wept, shattering, far above the earth.
He continued to plunder, his entire body hard and slick now beneath her hands, shaking wildly as he moved. Virginia floated back down to their bed and finally to a degree of reason, and she was stunned, stunned by the depth of the passion she had just experienced and even more stunned now by the depth of love. It was a huge wave, washing over her and through her the way her orgasm had done.
She looked at him, holding him tightly, amazed by the vast feeling in her heart. “I am hopelessly in love,” she thought, and as she thought so, she was acutely aware of him within her, smooth and rock hard, and she looked at him.
His eyes were closed. His face was strained. Sweat beaded on his temples, his brow. He was in the throes of lust—she sensed his climax was near.
Her heart tightened and her belly lurched and the desire, always incipient, throbbed around him.
She murmured, “Ooh,” in soft surprise.
“Will you…come for me…again?” he said thickly.
She tried to nod, an impossible task with the man so huge and aroused inside of her.
He bent and kissed her recklessly, tongue to tongue; he feathered her face, licked her nipple, biting it once, all the while embedded deep and hot inside of her. The pressure escalated rapidly and she could not move, as she was so thoroughly impaled.
He knew. He laughed harshly and pulled away; Virginia cried out, furiously protesting, but he bent and licked her sex, prying between the lips there, and when she began to keen he thrust inside, pushing her back up to the headboard of the bed, and she was exploding again when she felt him begin to pulse. A moment later he was crying out and heaving hotly against her.
Virginia seemed to float in a delicious aftermath for a long time. When her mind began to work, she could only feel—his body against hers, their legs entwined, his palm on her belly, perilously near her sex, which was still acutely sensitized, the stiff bones of her corset—and the ballooning feeling of love in her breast. She did not want to feel anything else, but so quickly worry and the beginnings of dread began.
This had happened once before, and she would never forget the heartbreak that had followed.
She was lying on her back and he lay beside her. Her small leg lay over one of his and their hands were side by side, just barely touching. Virginia realized he was awake and as thoughtful as she was. Dread tightened every fiber of her being; she closed her eyes briefly and prayed.
Then she turned her face and looked at him.
He stared up at the ceiling. She had one moment to feel the depth of her love when he turned to look back at her.
