He stopped even though it took a lion’s share of control to do so, and stroked her cheek with his hand. “Relax,” he murmured.
She nodded. “It’s only a little pain,” she reassured him. “It’s so strange to have another person inside of me.”
He smiled and leaned in, pressing his mouth to hers. She opened to him immediately, his tongue stroking hers, just as he would stroke her with his body in a moment. When he felt her relax beneath him, her inner muscles flex and flutter, he pushed forward again.
She gasped into his mouth, but her arms didn’t unwind from his neck, her kiss didn’t stop and her body accepted him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside of her.
It was the most powerful thing he had ever experienced. Oh, he’d fucked plenty of women before, he’d found a great deal of pleasure in that act. But it was fleeting. This was something different. This was a woman he loved. A woman he’d been certain he would lose.
And now he was inside of her, her body flexing around him, her breath against his neck as she clung to him. He’d never felt such pleasure before and he hadn’t even started moving.
He flexed his hips gently, testing her response, and she let out a soft sound. “Does it hurt?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No,” she groaned. “Not hurt.”
He smiled at the tension in her voice, brought about by pleasure, and rolled his hips again. “Does it feel good?”
“Oh God,” she grunted, her fingernails digging slightly into his back. “Yes.”
He crushed his mouth down on hers and began to take her in long, steady strokes. She lifted to meet him, her innocence not as strong as her natural drive to find pleasure and to take his. And took his, she did. His cock had never felt so hard or so sensitive as he drove through her wet folds and ground against her already sensitive clitoris.
She was moaning now, her cries just a little too loud for the house full of people. He covered her mouth with his, letting her gasp and groan into him as he took her over and over again. His balls tightened, he knew he was going to spend, but he wanted her to come again. He wanted to mark her with pleasure before he marked her with his seed.
And then she cried out his name and her body began to flutter, massaging him with her inner muscles as orgasm hit her again. She stared up at him, eyes wide with both surprise and pleasure, and he could hold back no more. He thrust a few more times as she milked him and then allowed himself to find release as he came inside of her.
He collapsed down over her, feeling the softness of her body as her arms came around and held him. Her fingers smoothed along his spine as she pressed warm, sweet kisses against his neck and his shoulders. Simon let out a deep sigh. He had been waiting for this all his life, it seemed. And here he was. And she was his.
He had stolen her, of course.
That thought made his eyes come open and he rolled away from her onto his back, separating their bodies as the tightness around his chest returned in an instant.
Meg moved to her side and settled her head on his shoulder as she rested a hand on his chest. “I’m so glad you came here tonight,” she murmured, tracing a light pattern on his skin with the tips of her fingernails. “To be honest, I-I thought you might be angry with me.”
He looked down at her. “Angry?” he repeated. “Why?”
“Because you’re being forced to marry me,” she said with a sigh. “After you didn’t do anything wrong.”
He sat up slightly and it forced her to move. “Didn’t do anything wrong?” he repeated. “Can you be serious?”
She swallowed as she sat up, as well. “I only meant—”
“I followed you when I should have gotten your brother or your fiancé to do so,” he said. “I did it because I wanted you. And yes, being trapped in the cottage was not my fault specifically, but I kissed you, Meg. Because I wanted you. I have coveted you for years. Coveted what my friend had, and now I’ve taken it.”
Her lips parted and there was a flash of anger in her eyes. “Simon, I’m not a prize that can be passed from man to man. You didn’t steal a horse or a ring from Graham. You can’tsteala person.”
He turned his head. “Perhaps not, but here we are, aren’t we?”
She pushed from the bed and walked away, grabbing for her discarded robe and flinging it around her shoulders. As she tied it, he tried to push away his disappointment that she would want to cover herself.
She stared at him. “If you hate yourself, hateme, so much for what you’ve done, then why come here? Why make love to me? Why want me to have pleasure?”
He frowned as he got up. He saw her gaze flit to his cock and felt life begin to flow back into it. With a grunt of self-loathing, he turned away and grabbed his trousers, pulling them on before he said, “I don’t hate you. But I came here tonight because…because…”
He stopped. He’d been trying very hard not to analyze why he came to her door. He’d been thinking about her all day. All night. And somehow he’d just arrived there, knowing what he would do. Knowing what he wanted and would take because there was no longer someone standing in his way.
Butwhy? That was something much darker.
“Why?” she repeated.
