She could feel the pounding of his heart against hers. Feel his muscles straining with his desire for her. His weight covering her. She was hot. So incredibly hot. Aroused to the point of no return.
His hand slid under the edge of her gown, connecting with skin. He smothered her shock with a long drag of her nipple between his teeth.
Then his mouth was on hers again and his hands--dear Lord!--his hands were sliding between her thighs.
Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs. But he wouldn't let her. His mouth distracted with long, languid strokes of his tongue, as his finger swept over her dampness.
Her body trembled at his touch. Her protests dissolved in a wave of shuddering relief. It felt so good. So amazingly good.
"Jesus, you're so wet."
He stopped kissing her and she wondered if she'd done something wrong, until she realized he was struggling, holding himself still as if fighting for control. As if touching her had taken his last bit of reserve. As if he was close to the breaking point.
His eyes met hers, holding her gaze as his finger slid inside her with a firm little push. It was the most wickedly erotic moment of her life.
She sucked in her breath, trying to still the sensations, but they were rushing by her so quickly in wave after quickening wave. He stroked her. First in soft little circles and then harder and faster in deep, frantic thrusts that mimicked the way he'd kissed her.
The sensations building inside her were too intense. Too powerful to contain. Tightening and coiling in a wicked whirlpool of need.
His face was a mask of pain. Sweat had gathered on his brow. His gaze held hers, dark and penetrating, holding her to him in a way that made her heart clench with happiness. In his eyes she read the truth--what she'd known all along. This connection between them was special. And he felt it, too.
She didn't know what was happening to her, but it was perfect. Each stroke of his hand brought her closer to a peak she didn't understand. She writhed in frustration, her body aching for ...
"Let go, love," he whispered. "I want to see you shatter."
The husky sound of his voice broke through the last vestiges of maidenly repression. Her breath caught, and then released in a shuddering cry as her body seemed to come apart in sharp spasms of intense pleasure.
It was the most wondrous moment of her life, but as she stared into the dark depth of his gold-flecked eyes, Anna knew it wasn't enough. Her passion had been satisfied, but her heart still throbbed with the need for fulfillment. She wanted a deeper connection. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted all of him. Forever.
I love him. Of course. It was so clear--so certain--she wondered how it could ever have been otherwise.
Warrior. Knight. It didn't matter. For in her heart, Anna knew she'd found the man she was meant to share her life with.
Arthur couldn't wait any longer. The pressure had gathered like a hot fist at the base of his spine, building toward the throbbing tip of his cock, demanding release.
Touching her.
Hearing her cry out in sharp gasps of pleasure.
Feeling her body weep and shudder around his hand.
He clenched his teeth, holding it back, knowing he was about to come like he'd never come before.
Jesus, she was so damned beautiful. Honey-gold hair spread out behind her head, shimmering in the candlelight. Cheeks flushed. Lips parted. Eyes dazed and heavy with passion. One perfectly formed breast heaving out of her bodice, big and soft, the tight little nipple red from his mouth.
She looked like a wanton who couldn't wait to get tupped.My wanton. All mine.
Jesus, he repeated, half prayer, half oath. He'd never felt like this before. Desire had consumed him.
"Arthur," she whimpered. "Please ..."
The raw desperation in her voice was the last thread. He couldn't wait another moment to be inside her.
He practically ripped open the buckles and ties of his chausses and braies to release his engorged cock. But the freedom from confinement and breath of fresh air provided little relief. The only thing that was going to ease his pain right now was being inside her.
He lifted one lithe, long, and flawlessly creamy leg around his hip and positioned himself at her warm and deliciously wet entry. Next time he'd take the time to taste her. To slide his tongue inside and make her come against his mouth.
He held her gaze the entire time, not daring to look away for fear of breaking the powerful connection that had risen between them.
