“Your words mirror my thoughts.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I won’t hurt you, sweetheart, when you have already suffered so much this night.”
“A few bruises. I won’t break, Nathan. You walking away from me would do that.”
He pressed a hand to her shoulder when she tried to rise. “This will be my way or not at all, my sweet.”
Beth pouted, which was entirely natural with her swollen lips.
“And a siren is born,” he muttered, bracing himself over her.
He kissed her gently, then moved his lips to her neck and kissed his way to her breasts. Once there, he tortured her with exquisite touches and long licks until she was writhing beneath him.
“Let me.” She tried to rise as his mouth moved lower.
“My way,” he said gently, holding her down.
“I want to touch you.”
He ignored her and licked his way across her ribs. Her body felt tight with the tension that was slowly climbing inside her.
Before their kisses had heated her, but nothing like this.
She heard a soft growl and looked down her body. He was staring at a dark bruise on her thigh.
“I’m all right.”
His eyes were filled with passion and still the anger smoldered beneath. Nathan did not speak, simply lowered his head and kissed the curls that hid her secrets.
“Wh-What are you doing?”
“Bess didn’t educate you completely then.” He gave her a roguish smile. “Allow me to fill in the gaps.”
Chapter Thirty-One
His body was aroused to the point of pain. Need pulled at Nathan as he inhaled Beth’s scent. Looking at his woman, he relished in the savage force of his love for her. Her eyes were closed, hair tangled around her head, and she was lush and writhing as he stroked her with his fingers. She was exquisite. Every soft round curve and pale inch of skin made him want to howl, such was the power Bethany Carlow had always had over him.
The deep bruise on her thigh caught his eye again. Someone would pay for that and the rest of what she’d suffered. That payment would come today, he reminded himself.
“Let go for me, Beth.” Nathan bent his head and gave her the most intimate kiss of all.
“You can’t!” She tried to sit up. “Oh…” She fell back to the rug. “You can,” she panted.
He pushed a finger inside her and licked the hard, tight nub, and she fell apart.
He gave her a final lick as the last tremor eased, and climbed back up her body, bracing himself above her.
“I had no idea,” she whispered, dazed.
“There’s more,” he gritted out, leaning down to kiss her. “A great deal more, and I will make it my life’s work to show you each and every part of that more in detail… when you are not hurting.”
Her arms went around his neck as he pressed his arousal at her damp entrance. Even that, the mere feeling of being so close, nearly drove him over the edge.
“I will try not to hurt you, love.” He eased slowly inside her. “But I fear it is inevitable.”
“My mother told me about this part.” She pressed her face into his neck.
He could only imagine what she’d been told. Sliding a hand under her hips, he lifted her as he slid farther inside. Tight, wet, and so good—he’d never made love to a woman he loved. Everything seemed heightened.
