Leonie didn’t know if she wished to do so. Still, she wanted Roman to feel the same pleasure he had given her. She placed her fingers upon it.
“It” liked her touch. It seemed to stand up straighter as if vying for her attention. She dared to circle its tip—
Roman’s hand covered hers. “Easy, lass.”
“Did that hurt?”
“Oh, no, but right now, I can’t take too much more.”
Leonie looked into his stormy eyes. “Because you like what I do?”
“Because I like you.” He punctuated his words by kissing her, rolling their bodies so that he was over her.
She slid her arms around his neck, their bodies fitting together. The earlier pressure of desire returned, only this time it was wiser, more demanding.
Her body knew things now.
When he lifted himself to nestle between her legs, they naturally opened to make room for him. She liked feeling his hips cradled against hers. She understood what was going to happen. Instead of the fear she had anticipated, she found herself eager. She wanted him inside her.
Like a spark to kindling, there was a heat between them and it was growing fast. He whispered her name. His lips brushed her temple. Her breasts pressed against his chest—and then he slid into her and Leonie thought she’d never felt anything more wonderful. Her lover was a full and able man. Her body stretched to accommodate him. She lifted her hips and he slid in deeper.
“Dear God, Leonie, you are precious.”
No words could be better praise. No one had ever said she was “precious.” Or looked at her as if she was to be valued and trusted.
“Finish this,” she urged softly, trusting him in return. “Show me all.”
He nuzzled her ear, her neck, lifted her hips with his hands, and began the rhythmic thrusting that, yes, she had seen in nature, but this was different. There was something sacred about what was happening between them. All her senses sharpened on their joining.
His movements were gaining more purpose. The heat between them threatened to consume her. At the same time, she never wanted this to end. She could spend her life in his arms. Here, the world had purpose and meaning.
The desire she’d experienced earlier began to build, but this time with a difference. It engulfed her. She was no longer just Leonie, she was Roman as well. Strong, capable, unafraid.
She tightened her legs around him and arched to bring him tighter to her core. He gave a sensual growl and she realized she, too, had the power to enflame him. This wasn’t being done to her. Together, they were creating a bond that could never be broken. This was what her body had been created for—
Her release struck her with the force of a lightning bolt. One moment she strove with him, and in the next, she was lost in wave after wave of rippling wonder.
Her body had never felt so right or so perfectly used. Everything about her was centered on where they were joined.
He knew what had happened. He’d probably anticipated it. “You break me, Leonie. You bring me to my knees.”
And then he brought her to hers with a deep, deep thrust, and his own release.
Leonie could feel the life force move from his body into hers. Had she thought she’d reached the pinnacle?
Oh, no.Thiswas the peak, this moment of receiving him. Her release had been exquisite, but this feeling was fulfillment.
Never had she felt as much a woman as she did now.
He held himself over her as if he savored every second of this moment, as if he wanted to capture and hold it.
His breath came out with her whispered name. “Leonie.” It was prayer and benediction. She’d pleased him.
And he’d pleased her... very much.
How could she ever have thought this act crude?
She’d not understood, but now her heart had been opened. “Thereisa ‘passion flower of ecstasy,’ ” she whispered.
