It was incredible. Invigorating. It made him feel virile and wild. He was hard and aching. Most of all, he felt vulnerable to her in a way he’d never felt before.
Even so, he couldn’t pull back. Her touch was addictive and he craved every inch of her body.
And he wanted more of her…
Gisela felt a moment of panic as he removed her chemise from her. She was suddenly exposed to him.
It was scary and strangely erotic. She couldn’t recall ever being naked in front of another person. Mostly because of herscars and her fear of how they’d sneer at her for having them. Especially the lash marks she’d been given as a girl. Marks that proved how bad she’d been at everything.
No one knew what she looked like bare.
Except Xaydin. He had just as many scars on him, if not more. But in his case, she suspected they weren’t because he was bad at something.
Rather because he’d chosen to break rules and fight hard. That was who he was.
Unlike her, he probably hadn’t cried, but rather dared them to hit him again.
And harder.
He was defiant, and she loved that most.
Without a word, he withdrew from her and removed the rest of his clothes. Gisela wanted to look away but couldn’t bring herself to do so. He was resplendent.
Yet as she stared at the large size of him, she tried to imagine what it would feel like to take him into her body. Surely, it wouldn’t be possible.
Would it?
“Will you hurt me?” she asked hesitantly.
His eyes warm, he stroked her cheek with his fingers. “That is not my intention.”
She smiled up at him, trusting him completely even though she wasn’t too sure he spoke honestly. How couldthatnot hurt? It was huge.
He lay down on top of her and gathered her into his arms as he buried his face against her neck. Her thoughts scattered at the glorious feeling of his skin against hers. Of his heavy weight that felt good instead of oppressive.
Xaydin took her hand into his and guided it back to him. “Don’t be afraid to touch me, Gisela,” he whispered.
She ran her hand down his shaft to the tip of it. It didn’t seem quite so terrifying now.
Xaydin watched her exploring him. “If you want to stop, we can.”
She smiled up at him, knowing most men would never offer her that. It made her even more tender toward him. “I’m here to the end.”
He laughed at her words. “You don’t have to make it sound so dour.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
Shaking his head, he kissed her again, then drove himself deep inside her.
She tensed at the burning pain of him filling her.
Xaydin whispered sweet encouragements in her ear while he used his tongue to toy with the tender flesh of her neck.
She panted against the pain and tried to relax as he coaxed her. She’d never imagined a man would feel like this, but she was glad it was Xaydin who was inside her. Thrilled she’d had a say in who was her first.
There had been a number of times when she’d had to fight hard to keep one away from her. Times when she’d feared she’d be taken.
This was hers to give, and she couldn’t imagine anyone better than Xaydin.
