With her hands pinned on either side of her head, he held her completely at his mercy. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. But she had no intention of going anywhere.
She liked him like this. Physical. Dominating. A little rough. She liked the weight of his body on top of hers, liked to see the way the muscles of his broad chest and big arms rippled and flexed in the candlelight above her, liked to feel his strength.
Instead of threatening, it made her feel safe and protected. She knew he would never hurt her. She bit her lip. At least she hoped. She had to admit being a little nervous about the first time. He was a big man, and she…she wasn’t quite sure how well they would fit together. But she assured herself that if women could give birth to babies, her body could adjust.
Now was probably not the best time to remember all the screams that accompanied those babies.
Fortunately, Magnus distracted her with far more pleasant thoughts.
He kissed her mouth, her neck, her throat. Dragging his tongue and lips on a shivery trail to her breasts.
Oh yes. She felt a quiver of anticipation between her legs.
He cupped them in his big hands, rubbing the hard calluses of his thumbs over each tip. The gentle touch sent off flickers of sensation darting through her.
“Your breasts are beautiful.” He tore his gaze away long enough to look into her eyes. “So soft and round.” He demonstrated his point with a gentle squeeze that made her hips press up against his. “Flawless ivory skin topped with two ripe little berries.” His eyes hooded as he gazed on them hungrily. A rush of dampness flooded between her legs. “I can’t wait to taste them.”
Suddenly, she was glad he’d lit the candle. Glad she could see his desire for her. Just looking at him made her feel hot and restless. The air felt so thick and alive, heavy with anticipation.
Instinctively, she arched her back. A soft cry escaped her lips.
He smiled like a fox. “Aye, first I’m going to kiss your breasts.” He lowered his mouth and took one turgid peak between his teeth. The warm, wet suction of his lips lasted only an instant before he released her. One hand trailed down her stomach. “Then I’m going to kiss you right here.” She sucked in her breath when his finger swept over the warm, damp cavern of her womanhood. How could she ever have thought he wasn’t passionate? He was raw passion. Sensual and virile to the bone. “And then, after I make you come against my mouth, I’m going to slide my cock inside you and make you come again.”
Oh God. The naughty words made her shudder with anticipation. The wicked promise of his voice sent off wave after wave of heated sensation.
His mouth was on her breast, his tongue sucking and swirling until sharp needles of pleasure shot to her womb. But her mind was already on the next of his promises.
The place between her legs was twitching, dampening, waiting. She couldn’t think about anything else. His mouththere.
No. Yes.Now.
Magnus could feel her body shake with pleasure. Feel the rush of desire surging through her blood. Those soft, eager little moans were driving him on. And every press of her hips told him exactly where to go.
Her raw sensuality, her trust, both humbled and aroused him.
He slid down her body, kissing a trail from her breasts, over the soft curve of her stomach to her hips, and finally to the baby-soft skin of her inner thigh. Cupping her bottom, he settled himself intimately between her legs and looked up her naked body to catch her gaze.
She was watching him with a wanton mixture of uncertainty and eagerness. As if she thought she should issue some maidenly form of protest but didn’t want to. He was glad when she didn’t. He loved the honesty of her passion. Loved that she liked it just as much as he did. “I’ve dreamed of doing this to you,” he said huskily.
“You have?”
He nodded. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
The last vestiges of her uncertainty faded as he placed a feathery-soft kiss on the silky pink flesh. “Mmm,” he said, with a gentle lap of his tongue. “Sweet as honey.”
The feel of his mouth—his tongue—on her was unlike anything Helen had ever imagined. Heat drenched through her in a wicked wave of need. She felt so hot. So wet. So wildly sensual.
It was the most erotic moment of her life. Seeing him like this. Having him dothisto her. Her body began to shake. She moaned. Lifted her hips and silently begged him for more.
He gave it to her. He kissed her harder, deeper, the pressure of his mouth against her, his tongue flicking inside her, the scrape of his jaw against her thighs…It was too much. She writhed with the memory of what was to come. She felt the building pleasure, the tightening sensation, and the delicious coiling low in her belly.
This time she knew what she wanted. She gave over to the sensations and let them take her to the highest peak…
Her body stilled. The quivering between her legs paused for one heart-stopping moment. Then everything broke apart in one hot, long, spasming wave. She cried out her release as pleasure crashed over her.
Magnus couldn’t wait any longer. The sound of her cries sent him over the edge. With one last drag of his mouth, he positioned himself between her legs.
She was still shuddering with pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. She was warm and soft and wet—deliciously wet for him.
