His eyes flashed to full silver, bright this time. She went still, entranced.
He pressed against her sex, and she released him, settling back with her head on the pillow. She swallowed at the pressure. “Relax,” he murmured, balancing on his elbows and dipping his head to kiss her, his lips firm and his tongue teasing.
She softened against the bed, breathing him in, widening her thighs to make more room.
“There you go,” he whispered, licking along the shell of her ear. “We have all night, Grace. No hurry.” He pushed in another inch, stretching her and shooting sparks of painful need throughout her body. He waited, kissing her nose, her eyelids, and her chin before easing in another inch.
Her body protested the invasion, even as she wanted more of him. Confusion filtered through her, and she grasped his hips.
He lifted up. “We can stop if you want.”
“No,” she exploded, lifting her knees to trap him and then wincing at the ensuing pain. “If you stop, I’ll kill you. For real.” She meant it, damn it. They had to fit somehow, right? They were meant to fit. “Maybe you should just go for it.” So far, her body had accommodated his.
“I’m not gonna hurt you if I don’t need to.” He lowered his forehead to hers, his arms visibly pulsating as he held himself back.
The protectiveness in the statement, spoken in his garbled and pained voice, eased her as nothing else could have. She took a deep breath and relaxed her body, going soft, letting him take over. He’d asked for trust before, but she hadn’t completely understood how all-encompassing that might be. Now she gave it to him. “I’m all right.” She reached up and drew his head down, kissing him and licking along his firm lips.
He kissed her back, taking over, diving them both so deep she forgot about the pain and the pressure. Slowly, he took her, kissing, nipping, and licking her neck and ears and mouth until finally, he was fully embedded inside her.
She caressed his chest, her legs wide, her body overtaken by his. “Wow,” she whispered.
His chuckle against her neck was pained.
She bit the top of his ear. “I’m ready, Adare,” she whispered, scraping her nails down his back and nipping them at the small of his waist. Indulging herself and challenging him, she reached lower and drilled her nails into his tight butt, making her own marks.
He lifted up, his gaze soft, his body impossibly hard. Then he started to move.
Finally.
He went slowly at first, his gaze intense, watching her reactions, trying his best not to hurt her. The pain was delicious, melding with pleasure, his restraint driving her need even higher than it had been before. He increased his speed and his thrusts, and the thrill took her, pinning her in this one moment in time that felt too good to ever leave.
The blood rushed through her veins, pounding in her head. Her muscles tightened in every extremity, with an ache that wasn’t even close to enough. She climbed higher, her body floating, sparks shooting in every direction. Her hands were frantic on his back, on his ribcage, over his chest, trying to find purchase somewhere.Anywhere.
He growled and grabbed her hands, pinning them to the bed and planting his over them. He hammered into her, driving the headboard against the wall and caressing nerves inside her with a raw demand her body could only heed.
She caught her breath, tightened her muscles even more, and went over the cliff. She cried out, her eyelids shutting, as the orgasm overtook her with a power she’d never even imagined. The firestorm of pleasure burned her from within, forcing her to peak at several crests, and finally released her to go limp.
Gasping, her body shaking, she slowly opened her eyes.
And realized he was still hard inside her.
* * * *
Adare’s entire body tightened and heated, power surging through his veins. He pulsed inside her, the feeling of absolute possession and truth strengthening him in a way he’d never imagined.
Grace’s eyes opened and she blinked. He caught the moment she realized he was still inside her. Still not done. Still unmated.
Her eyes widened, the blue mysterious and so deep he could get lost forever. A hint of trepidation lingered there, as well. Good. She needed to understand the significance of the mating.
He slowly withdrew from her delicious body, enjoying her gasp of protest. “My way,Leannain,” he reminded her. This time, he wanted to see the marking take hold. He was going to ensure it did so. His hold was gentle but unrelenting as he grasped her hips and flipped her over on the bed, rising to his knees to do so.
She fell onto her stomach and instantly pushed up. “Hey,” she breathed.
He helped her, lifting her to her hands and knees, facing the headboard.
“Oh,” she murmured.
He palmed her cute butt and reached between her legs.
