So he found another use for his hand. He circled a finger at her entrance. She was now thoroughly soaked, and his finger slipped inside without resistance. Dis, she was tight. She might not be a maiden, but he’d still need to go slowly so as not to hurt her.
“Can you take another?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she breathed, so he worked a second finger inside her, feeling her muscles stretch as she welcomed him. She let out a sigh as he filled her.
He experimented for a few moments, finding a rhythm she seemed to like. Then, he bent his head and took her into his mouth once more. Her back arched, and she moaned. The sound sent a cascade of fire through him. She writhed beneath him, and he kept his free hand curled around her thigh, holding her in place.
Her legs clasped tighter and tighter around his head. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Just like that.”
With his fingers inside her, he could feel the moment her climax overtook her. She clenched and spasmed around him, hips bucking. Cries burst from her mouth, and Ferox couldn’t hold back a groan of his own, muffled against her flesh.
Her hand loosened from his hair, and she collapsed back onto the bed. Gently, Ferox withdrew his fingers, feeling a few aftershocks quiver through her as he did so.
When he raised his head, she gazed up at him, flushed and languid. But there was still wanting in her eyes, and she parted her legs with an inviting smile. Desire pulsed hot and urgent through him, and his restraint was approaching its end.
He slid his hands beneath her hips and moved her into the middle of the bed. She let out a soft giggle as he covered her body with his own. She felt so small beneath him, but she still consumed his entire focus.
“Are you ready?” he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.
She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “You saw to that quite well.”
He took hold of her leg behind the knee and pressed it back, opening her to him. Her leg hooked over his shoulder. “Is this what you imagined?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He reached down to align their bodies. She was soaked and warm and still tight, despite his earlier ministrations, and he lowered his forehead to the mattress with a groan as he eased into her. She wasn’t fragile, he knew, but he still needed to take care with her. He could hurt her without realizing it. And he’d need to proceed with caution to make sure he could withdraw at the right moment.
Her hands grasped his shoulders, and her other leg wrapped around his hips as he slowly filled her.
Finally, he found a deep seat inside her. Her hot, tight warmth surrounded him, and when she adjusted her position beneath him, her muscles clenched in a way that made him gasp.
“Good?” he grunted when he was capable of speech.
“So good,” she breathed.
Her words gave him leave to move inside her, to thrust. He still went slowly, testing his control, but soon found an angle and rhythm that made her cry out with every thrust. He loved the way she clung to him as he took her. Her arms were wrapped tight over his back, one leg braced against his shoulder while her other leg clasped around his waist as if trying to draw him impossibly deeper.
The narrow bed rattled and shuddered. He didn’t care if it collapsed beneath them. For now, all he could think of was her.
The pleasure mounted quickly—too quickly. He’d need to change strategies if this was to last much longer. Ferox withdrew with a hiss and flipped her onto her stomach. She let out a surprised squeak as he took hold of her hips and sank back into her with a groan.
After one sweet thrust, he realized he’d grievously miscalculated in thinking he could last any longer like this. The change in position offered a new angle and an even deeper seat inside her, eroding what little control he had left. He might not be able to see the ecstasy on her face or her pert breasts bouncing with every thrust, but he could still hear her moans, albeit muffled into the bedding. He could see the elegant line of her spine, curving toward him, could feel his fingers pressed into the firm flesh of her bottom…
She arched her back, pulling him in deeper, and he let out a strangled gasp. He tightened his hold on her hips. “Don’t. Move.”
In the back of his mind, he sensed he was gripping her too tightly, but his capacity for gentleness was dissolving like honey in hot wine.
She gave a throaty chuckle, which broke off into a moan as he thrust into her again. He managed one more, then another, and then the pleasure was swelling, about to burst. He tore himself out of her, hand clasped tight around his cock as he spilled onto her back. The pleasure ripped through him, stealing his breath for several blissful moments.
When it subsided, he collapsed half on top of her, breathing hard. He forced himself to rise, so he wouldn’t crush her, and fetched a cloth to clean them both.
She turned her head over her shoulder as he wiped his seed from her back. “Thank you,” she murmured.
Ferox tossed the cloth away and returned to the bed. It was barely big enough for him, let alone another person—even one as small as Velia—but she snuggled close to him. He slid his arm beneath her head to pillow it. Even if the bed were triple its size, he’d still want her close.
He’d never spent the night with a woman before, but he found he liked having someone to hold, someone whose breathing could anchor his own.
These were the moments when Hector’s ghost usually loomed, the quiet moments before sleep when there was nothing to shield his mind. But tonight, he felt nothing.
