She felt his fingers ease inside, stretching her to take him into her body. When she was breathing hard, he closed his mouth over her breast.
“Warwick!” She tensed and then felt a wave of intense pleasure sweep over her.
His lips came back to hers as his fingers continued to stroke her until the shudders stopped.
“So responsive,” he whispered. “Are you ready for me, my sweet Samantha?”
He swallowed her agreement with one more kiss.
“It will hurt.”
“I know.”
“Feel me, Samantha. Feel what you do to me.” He guided her hand lower. Her fingers touched the warm, hard length of his desire, and the breath hissed in his throat.
“I want this, Warwick.” She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked. “Want you.”
“That feels so good, sweetheart.”
“So good,” she whispered.
“Open your legs for me, Samantha.” He eased her hand from his length. Kissing her fingers, he raised them above her head, closing her smaller ones inside his.
She soon cradled him between her thighs. She felt him then, probing at her entrance, but there was no fear. And then he was easing inside her body. Stretching her, until he broke through her innocence with a sting of pain and buried himself deep.
“Samantha, are you all right?” His voice was deep and thick with need.
“Oh yes,” she breathed against his lips. “I love you so much, Warwick. I am now truly your Raven.”
Her words unleashed something inside him, and he was moving again. Thrusting in and out of her until she felt the tension again.
“As I am your Sinclair, my love.”
That wonderful burst of pleasure was close.
Arching up into him as he rose above her, she watched the muscles strain in his neck as he drove deep into her body twice more before closing his eyes on a deep moan.
Warwick lowered himself on top of her, pinning her beneath him. Their hearts thudded together.
She lay there, her arms wrapped around the man she loved and felt something she hadn’t even known she had balled tight inside her release.
“Let me go, love.” Warwick eased out of her grip and lay beside her. He turned her, pressed her back to his front, and held her tight against his body. She was surrounded by him, and she wanted to be nowhere but here.
His lips were in her hair.
“They knew.”
“Who knew what?” Samantha yawned.
“Our family have believed for some time we should be together. They lied to get me to go to Wales alone to collect you.”
“No!” She looked over her shoulder.
“Yes, and I can’t believe we didn’t realize what their game was.”
She laughed. It burst out of her, and soon he’d joined her. They lay there wrapped in each other’s arms, laughing. When they fell silent, sleep followed, and she thought that slumbering in this man’s arms would be something she’d never tire of.
Her Sinclair.
