“I don’t know,” she moaned.
“Is it this?” he said, sliding his finger along her damp crease. Her body jerked as pleasure rippled through her.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”
“I’m going to make you come, Christina.”
Christina didn’t know what he meant, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was for this restless, gnawing feeling to go away. Her entire body flooded with desire that kept building and building with nowhere to go, until the pressure felt too intense to handle. She felt poised on the edge of something cataclysmic.
How could she feel so good and yet so agitated? Every stroke, every caress of his hands on her body was torture and heaven at the same time.
All of her thoughts, all of her energy, seemed focused between her legs, concentrated. With each teasing sweep of his finger, the agony increased. She was warm and wet, the muscles coiled tight with need, clenching and pulsing in frustrated ignorance. Instinctively, she knew she needed something but didn’t know how to get it. He teased her until she couldn’t take it anymore. Until she thought she was going to explode.
She could never have imagined such a light, gentle touch from these big, strong hands that wielded a sword with deadly force.
But she wanted to feel their strength, their power, inside her.
And then she did. His mouth sucked her nipple deep into his warm, wet mouth right at the moment his finger plunged inside her, circling and stroking, pressing. Her body cried out in relief at the pressure she’d craved that was so long denied. Sensations collided inside her—the sucking of his mouth on her breast, the stroke of his finger, the friction of the heel of his hand cupping her. They all came together, intensifying, and then tensing for one long heartbeat, until they broke apart, splintering in thousands of directions.
She cried out as wave after wave of sensation shuddered through her, as the spasms of pleasure released their tight hold.
She felt as if she’d died and gone to heaven. All she could see was light and beauty, like a sea of shimmering stars stretched out before her in a rolling wave. Her senses heightened, her body soaring free. She had never imagined anything could feel this incredible.
It was too much. Tor lost whatever rein he had on his control, watching her body tense, then come apart, hearing the erotic cries of her release. It was more than he could take.
He’d never felt desire like this. Desire that went beyond the lust pooling in his groin and stiffened cock. It reached inside him, pulling and not letting go.
Being inside her. Making her come again. That was all that mattered.
He moved over her, positioning himself between her legs.
Teasing the last spasms of her release from her with his finger, he ground out, “I need to be inside you.”
She sighed dreamily, compliantly, and he was glad for the darkness. Glad that he couldn’t see the half-lidded gaze and soft pink blush of ecstasy on her face. Because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop from touching his mouth to hers. And then shewouldbe different.
Gently, he lifted her hips, spreading her legs wide to accommodate him. He planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, holding the weight of his chest off of her.
Sweat beaded from his forehead as he fought to go slow. But it wasn’t easy.
He slid the plump, sensitive tip of his cock along her entry until he was slick with dampness—hers and his.
She gasped when he nudged inside. Her body tightened reflexively.
“Relax,” he soothed, every muscle straining against the primal urge.
“But you’re too big,” she blurted.
And you’re too incredibly tight. “Shhh,” he whispered. “Let your body grow accustomed to me.” His finger found the sensitive spot high in her core and caressed her until she softened. Slowly, she loosened, her body relaxing as pleasure washed over her again.
The urge to thrust was almost overwhelming. But he took his time, easing into her inch by blessed inch—full hilt.
When at last he was deep inside her, he almost couldn’t breathe, the effort to hold back taking all his concentration. He needed to come. Needed it so much it hurt. “How does that feel?” he managed tightly.
It took her a moment to answer. “Full,” she whispered huskily. “Wonderfully so.”
It was the perfect answer—and all the encouragement he needed. His hips started to move, driving in and out, slowly at first, then faster, her body jarring under him.
She gasped with each thrust, the erotic little sounds driving him wild.
