“Let me touchyou, now,” he said as his hand moved up her thigh to that secret place only she had touched before. The breath caught in her throat as he ran a finger down the soft folds between her legs. His thumb brushed the hard bud and this time it was Evie who shuddered.
“Just feel, my sweet.” He kissed her again. Hard and deep, while his fingers stroked her. One pushed inside her tight, wet sheath, and the tension rose, then another finger and she let out a shuddering moan and came apart. His lips silenced her cries as his hands continued to torment her until he had teased every tremor from her body.
“Oh my,” Evie said easing back. “That was wonderful.”
“It was,” he said walking her back in his arms until her legs hit the sofa.
“Be sure, Evie.” His hands cupped her face. “There is no going back once we do this.”
“I’m sure.” She leaned in to kiss him. “Make love to me, Anthony.”
He removed his breeches, and Evie looked at the hard length of his arousal. She felt fear, but so much more. This man wanted her, as she wanted him.Her fiancé.Evie had thought never to experience this, what could lie between a man and a woman, but now she was…always would with him.
“Can I touch you?”
His laugh sounded strangled. “I’m not sure I can take you touching me right now, my sweet.”
Evie stroked a finger over the crown of his erection, and Anthony moaned. He let her explore him for a few more seconds before stopping her. He then changed their positions and sat on the sofa.
“Straddle my thighs, Evie. I can’t wait any longer to have you.”
He pulled her down so her legs were on either side of his, exposing her to his touch.
“Christ, I want you so much.” He cupped her face and kissed her softly. “This will hurt you, Evie, but only this one time, I promise.”
She nodded.
Anthony kissed his way to her breasts again and slowly licked each, taking the time to suck on her nipples until she was panting once more. Only then did he tell her to rise on her knees.
She did as he directed and felt the smooth, hard edge of his erection pressing at her entrance.
“Slowly, sweetheart.” He guided her down onto his shaft. The tip penetrated, and then she was lowering herself onto him. Muscles stretched, and Evie felt pain, but so much more. She wanted this as much as her next breath. To feel the man she loved deep inside her brought tears to her eyes. With a final thrust he took her innocence.
Anthony was hers, as she was now his.
“Evie?” He whispered the words into her hair as he held her still against him.
“I-I’m all right, Anthony. Please don’t stop.”
His laugh was hoarse, and then he was moving inside her. Easing her up and back down as he took her slowly until that wonderful tension climbed inside her again.
“Anthony!”
“Let go, Evie.” He thrust into her again and again until they both found their release.
Breathless, he lay back, taking her with him. Evie rested on his chest as a wave of exhaustion swept over her. One of his hands cupped her head, the other slipped around her waist. She knew it would now always be her favorite place to lie.
Evie felt her eyes close. As she lay there listening to his breathing, the delicious pull of slumber lured her under.
*
“No!”
The roar had her eyes opening. She was still lying on Anthony. Sitting upright she eased off him. His head was rolling from side to side, in the grip of some kind of nightmare.
“Stop, please stop!” The words were hoarse and desperate, almost as if he was in pain.
“Anthony, it’s all right now. Wake up.”
