Lyra swallowed. “Don’t go. Not yet.”
He finally turned around. As if he couldn’t stop himself, he cupped her cheek in his palm. His hand shook, but he didn’t seem to realize it. “What are you saying?”
“Stay with me.”
His eyes were sharp. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
She recalled her conversation with Mrs. Birdwell where she had been asked a very similar question. And as she looked into Alister’s brown eyes and recognized the desire swirling there, she realized she had her answer.
“I think it is.” Lifting her face to him, she amended, “I know it is. Kiss me, Alister. Make me yours tonight.”
Lyra’s words undid him as surely as if she had crooked her little finger. With a groan, he pressed his lips to hers. When she brought her hands up and threaded them through his hair in an effort to deepen the embrace, he knew true torture. He should stop, should takesomesort of initiative to end this madness, but she wasn’t the only one who wanted more.
He forced himself to pull back to look at her. He was pleased to see her breath was already coming at a rapid pace. “You are amazing, Lyra.” His gaze traveled down the length of her body, to admire the curves and delights that awaited him beneath her nightdress and robe, before returning his gaze to those lovely, dark eyes. “I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.”
With that, he claimed her lips once more.
He backed her up until they had reached the bed, where he gently pushed her down, covering her body with his own. She was so damned soft and inviting that he wanted to thrust inside of her right then, but this was something he would savor. For a moment he’d been dreaming about for years, he was going to take his time and enjoy every blissful minute of it.
He untied her robe and slid a hand down the side of her body, pausing only briefly to caress the curve of her hip. With the lightest brush of his fingertips, he trailed up the side of her thigh. Her legs began to move restlessly beneath her gown, for he touched her everywhere except where he knew she wanted to be touched most.
“Please.” Her voice was a throaty purr, and the sound shot straight to Alister’s groin.
“Patience, my love.” It was a slight slip of the tongue, which Alister hoped she hadn’t caught. To distract her, he undressed her with the utmost care, teasing and taunting, nipping and sucking at her skin until she was lying naked and glorious before him, like some sort of sacrificial offering. He was more than willing to worship her. “Spread your legs,” he whispered.
Lyra bit her lip as she watched Alister swiftly discard his clothes. She wasn’t sure how much more of this assault she could take, especially after that soft but bold command that caused her pulse to race.
And then his mouth was upon her—thereand further thought ceased completely.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she jerked with every flick of his wicked tongue. She clutched the bed on either side of her, desperate to hold on to something that would keep her on earth when the shocking things he was doing to her body threatened to send her soaring to the heavens.
She dared to glance down, and the sight of his auburn head between her pale thighs caused her limbs to quake.
“Alister…” she cried, as a rush of hot, liquid heat began to flow through her body like lava from the lip of a volcano. Her head twisted from side to side as he grasped her thighs and absorbed every bit of her inner, pulsating pleasure.
While she was still floating on a cloud, he positioned himself between her legs. “You are divine,” he growled in her ear. “So sweet.”
As he pushed into her, Lyra gasped at the initial intrusion. It had been so long since she had taken a man into her body that she’d nearly forgotten that feeling of fullness. But while Roger hadn’t been gentle or considerate of her feelings, using her only as a broodmare, Alister made her want to swirl above the stars.
It wasn’t until his entire length was inside of her that she opened her eyes and took a moment to admire the strength of his body. She was surprised at the heavy muscles that bunched in his arms and chest, evidence of his control. With his hair falling over his brow and his brown eyes turning almost black in his passion, she had only one thought.
He is magnificent.
It wasn’t until he reached out and caressed her breast, taking the sensitive tip into his mouth that she quickly forgot everything else but the delightful feel of his hands and mouth on her body. When he began to move inside of her, she nearly forgot how to breathe.
His thrusts eventually became more powerful, and a sheen of sweat began to glisten over his skin. Abruptly, he switched their positions so that she was on top of him. He pulled her down so that he could feast on her breasts while she rode his cock.
She was overwhelmed by so many different sensations that soon everything came to a crashing crescendo. As she threw her head back and cried out his name following a second orgasm, he grabbed her hips and spilled his own release on a hoarse shout of rapture.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lyra’s breathing finally returned to normal and she dared to nip playfully at Alister’s chest.
“Does this mean that you aren’t upset with me anymore?” he asked dryly.
She tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and chided, “I don’t know if I would gothatfar, but you certainly offered a rather good start at an apology.”
He chuckled before he slid out from under her grasp.
