And then she was flying. She bit her lip to muffle her cries as wave after wave of deep, powerful pleasure ripped through her. Her body rippled around her finger, clenching even tighter as her orgasm peaked. He moved his finger harder inside of her, his breath coming fast and sharp as her climax subsided in a series of twitching waves.
Only when she had let her hand fall away from her body did he do the same. He held her gaze as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. Her body shuddered at the action and she reached for him. He caught her hand, tugging her to an upright position as he swirled his tongue around her own fingers.
“Ellis,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I want this. Please.”
He nodded and she saw the intensity of his desire was just as powerful as her own. That he was shaking as he shifted to return up the length of her body. He kissed the same path up as he had down, and by the time his tongue tangled with hers, she was mewling with pleasure, her body on fire for more.
He pulled away from her kiss and smiled at her. “This will be good, angel. I promise you that.”
And even though she knew she shouldn’t, she believed him.
Chapter 17
Juliana tensed as Ellis reached between their bodies and positioned himself at her entrance at last. The thick head of him bumped her slick sex and she shivered at the contact.
He didn’t drive forward, though. He didn’t take or claim as she’d thought he would.
Instead, he took a long, deep breath and met her stare evenly. “You still want this? Even though you know once it’s done, it can never be undone?”
She caught his cheeks and drew him down for a kiss. He didn’t resist as she tasted him—tempted him, she hoped. And when she drew away, she nodded. “I want to be undone, Ellis. I want you to be the one who gives me what I need.Please.”
He kissed her again, this time harder. This time with less control. She lifted into him, letting her moans and cries be lost in his mouth.
He pushed his hips forward and began to press inside. She parted her mouth from his, staring up at him in wonder as her body stretched to accommodate him. Yes, it stung, but the pain was not so terrible. The pleasure certainly made up for it becausethatsang through her veins at a much higher rate than anything unpleasant.
He was inside of her. They were one body, if only for a moment, and he was finding parts of her she hadn’t known existed. New points of pleasure that only he could reach. She lifted against him, kissing his shoulder as he fully seated in her.
He leaned his forehead against hers, their rapid breathing slowly matching as the seconds ticked by. “Pain?” he whispered.
She shook her head. “Not much. I-I like it.”
He jerked his head back, and when his gaze met hers, it was so dark and dangerous that a shudder ripped through her and made her tense her sex around him. He grunted out pleasure and then began to slowly move.
His thrusts mimicked those of their fingers earlier, only this time everything felt deeper. Harder. Certainly bigger. She lifted into him, meeting his rhythm out of instinct rather than understanding. And when they were finally in sync, she groaned. The pleasure was so good, so much. Waves of it seemed to work through her whole body as he slowly took her. They built with every thrust, different than every time before.
She rolled with him, kissing him, clinging to his shoulders. She dug her nails into his skin to find purchase, and he smiled against her lips as if he liked that little pain as much as she did. He slid his hand down her thigh, hitching it higher on his hip, changing the angle of his body as he took her.
That tiny adjustment sent a tidal wave of pleasure through her. She flexed her hips harder, faster, trying to drive toward the release she could feel around the edges of their coupling. Needing it like breath.
He didn’t deny her. He ground against her, his hand snaking between them to flick against her clitoris. It was too much, it was everything. She gasped out his name as her body twitched out of control. She rocked against him, stealing every drop of pleasure, taking every hint of it until she flopped back, spent with it.
He slammed his hips against her a few more times, then groaned low and loud as he pulled from her and spent between them. He collapsed over her, panting and sweaty. She stroked her hand along his muscled back, crooning empty words against his skin as she licked and sucked his shoulder, his neck.
After a few moments had passed, he lifted his head to look down at her. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. Although they had connected in the most intimate way she could imagine, now she felt shy as he stared at her so closely. He had been inside her body—she wasn’t certain she wanted him inside her mind. And a man like Ellis Maitland could invade either one so easily.
“No.” She didn’t reach for him as he rolled off of her and onto his side next to her. “I’m sore, but not…hurt, if that makes sense.”
“Perfect sense,” he said, pressing a kiss to her neck that lit her on fire all over again. “A hot bath will ease the ache, I’m told.”
She pursed her lips together. “By all those lovers you’ve deflowered.”
He arched a brow. “Jealous, Miss Shelley?” When she didn’t answer, he shook his head. “I think you are the first woman I’ve everdeflowered, as you put it.”
The shock of that fact rocked her, and she stared at him in disbelief and a little pride, which she hoped she didn’t show. “Oh,” she said since he seemed to want an answer of some kind.
He chuckled and tucked her into his side, smoothing his hands over her sides. She relaxed at the touch of skin on skin and sighed. “And now you have what you wanted,” he mused. “Your pesky virginity is gone. I hope you don’t regret it.”
