Dorian’s arms surged up her sides, his broad hands tracing up her torso while the cradle between his thumbs and forefinger slid under her breasts. She peppered kisses over the flexing ridges of his abdomen, and his hand slid into her hair.
The soft tresses flowed like silk over his skin as her mouth dipped lower still. Soon, her lips brushed against the base of his arousal like a whisper. She pried him off his thigh with one hand and softly pumped him, her gentle touch over him made his arousal that much worse.
She proceeded to kiss her way up and down his pole, the butterfly touches of her lips nearly his undoing. When she lickedthe tip like an inquisitive kitten, he let out a tortured groan. The tether of his control snapped.
“Enough,” he warned her before he reversed their positions.
The moment she was on her back, his mouth met her rosy nipple and sucked it in; she responded with blind need, arching into his touch. Slipping in between the hollow of her legs, he cupped her mound, his fingers deftly parting hot, wet flesh.
A finger entered her, thrusting slowly, and then another joined it, plundering the depths of her giving flesh. Again and again, he touched deep inside her while his palm ground against her tender bud.
Dorian only wanted to take her to the precipice of her peak—just to where she couldtasteit. She would be ready for him then.
CHAPTER 25
Ellie writhed under his touch as Dorian’s lips closed around her nipple. One of her hands shot to his head, spearing through the rough silk of his hair, while the other went to his shoulder and grasped him tight.
A moan rose from her throat as her body felt like a box of Roman candles, ready to shoot off. The feel of him inside her body was familiar and alien at the same time.
“You’re divine,” Dorian whispered in her ear before he kissed beneath its hollow. “So beautiful.”
Her back arched as another finger entered her, and the pressure inside made her head spin with swirling pleasure. She felt him press hard against her inner thigh, and her body trembled at the thought of his thickness inside her.
“I need you, Evelina.” He sounded breathless as if he were holding back a growl of pure need.
She framed his face, “So do I.”
Levelling up on his knees, he grabbed beneath her knees and pulled her into him. Gently, he wrapped her legs around his middle and leaned in. He loomed over her, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, Ellie felt sheltered and safe below him.
Her eyes held his as she felt him notch his weeping head to her entrance. “I’m yours,” she whispered.
With a groan that seemed to surge from the depths of his soul, he began to breach her body. Ellie jolted at the incursion, the strange feel, and the exquisitely tight stretch of him… inside her.
She let out a soft breath that Dorian must have interpreted as pain because he slowed immediately. His pupils were blown wide, dilated, a thin room of gold edging out the black.
He held himself still. “Should I stop. Am I hurting you, Ellie?”
“No…” she gasped, flexing her hips. Her intimate muscles still resisted his thickness, but she wanted nothing more than to feel all of him. “God, no. You feel… right. So perfect....”
His brows were knit tight as he inched in. Her eyes invariably screwed tight as old wives’ tales of the brutal pain of losing her maidenhead reared in her head.
She let out a long moan as he drew out of her and pushed back in with a snap of his hips. There was no dramatic tearing likeshe’d feared. The tight pinch began to fade almost instantly as her muscles softened and stretched.
“Devil and damn,” he groaned, while flexing his hips. “You’re so tight, my sweet…”
She pulled him down to kiss him, the hot mating of their tongues was slow and sensual as his hips began shallow thrusts inside her. The sensation of having him inside her, after all the teasing he had taunted her with for so many nights, thrilled her.
“Please,” she breathed against his lips. “I want… I want…”
“More.” He bucked his hips, jolting her with bliss.
“More,” she moaned.
His thrusts were still shallow, but grew deeper with every pass. Whimpers left her parted mouth as he drove in and out. When he met her flush, her body jolted as if shot with lightning.
“Deeper, Dorian,” she groaned. Scrambling at his back, she held on tight. “Please.”
He pushed her knees back, and before she could fully register the new position, he drove inside her at an angle that made her see stars. Her breath punched out of her chest, and pleasure incinerated her inhibitions.
