He wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and devour every inch of her. To press his lips and tongue against her until she shattered. But that would have to wait; they had a lifetime to explore their passion. Though she'd taken the precaution of barring the door, his men could return at any time or someone could come looking for her.
He teased her with his fingers until her hips began to press against his hand. Until the tiny whimpers increased in urgency. Her hands were on his shoulders, on his arms. Sculpting his muscles, clutching him wildly, begging.
She was going to come.
Oh, yes.He swelled hard and hot.
He circled her nipple with his tongue, and when he felt her start to break apart, he sucked her deep into his mouth and pressed his finger against her sensitive spot. She cried out, arching her back against his mouth as her body clenched around his finger with a wave of rippling contractions.
He couldn't take his eyes off her face. She was so beautiful like this, it made his chest ache. Head tossed back. Cheeks flushed. Lips parted. Her raw passion roused him to the breaking point.
He couldn't wait another minute. He needed to be inside her.
He unfastened his breeches, and his cock sprang free. Big and hard and thick with blood. A pearly drop glistened on the tip.
Her eyes widened.
Before she could think about it, he moved over her, rubbing his sensitive head in her damp heat. The groan that went through him shook his entire body. He gritted his teeth against the urge to plunge deep inside. To relieve the unbearable pressure. She was so wet that it was killing him to go slow. He'd been waiting too long for this.
“Please,” she whispered, looking into his eyes, as if reading his mind. “I need you now.”
The heartfelt desire humbled him as nothing before. He could feel something grip him. An emotion so unfamiliar, he didn't know what to call it. But he knew that the need he had for this woman had nothing to do with lust. She was hope to a dying man.
He looped his arms under her legs and positioned himself at her entry. Slowly, he began to push inside.
He groaned, the pleasure too intense. The tight clench of her body fisted around him like a velvet glove. “God, you feel incredible.” So amazingly tight. The urge to thrust, to sink into her full hilt, teased the edges of his consciousness.
But he needed to have care for her innocence. Except that nothing about her responses to him felt innocent. Inexperienced, yes, but not innocent. No maidenly shock. No fear. No pain.
She lifted her hips, urging him deeper, and his entire body clenched with restraint. He was too big and she was too small. But nothing in her expression suggested that he was hurting her. Her eyes were half-lidded, hazy with passion.
“I don't want to hurt you.”
Her eyes flickered open, meeting his gaze. He detected a flash of anxiety before she shook her head. “You won't hurt me, Patrick.”
There was something in her voice … He eased into her inch by inch, until he reached the point of no return. Holding her gaze, he thrust, and her body welcomed him without resistance.
Her cry was one of satisfaction, not of pain.
He paused, feeling a moment of surprise, but when she circled her hips he was sucked into a vortex of pleasure so intense that nothing else mattered.
Lizzie was weak with pleasure, her body tingling from the force of the release that he'd teased from her with his skilled fingers—and his mouth. She'd never realized her breasts were so sensitive, but when he'd clasped his lips around her nipple, shards of white hot pleasure had shot through her in a hail of flickering light.
But it was nothing to the sensation of him pushing inside her.
She had to admit that she'd experienced a fleeting moment of doubt when he'd opened his breeches. He was a big man. Thick and long, the heavy round head stood a few inches past his belly button. He was at least twice as big as John—and that had hurt initially.
John.She should tell him….
But the moment she felt him rub against her sensitive flesh, all other thoughts were gone. She wanted to take him into her body. To love him. To give him pleasure and find it in return.
Her body dampened, beckoning him in the most intimate way. The concentration of sensation started all over again as his plump head caressed her, teased her, roused her passion to a frenzied storm.
Until her body was wet and hot with need.
And when she didn't think she could take another minute of his exquisite torture, he entered her, penetrating inch by incredible inch. Stretching her. Filling her.
And with one last plunge, completing her.
