Gisela felt so strangely free with him. She ran her hands over the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen. It was so odd to see him lying there, under her.
He held her hips in his hands and guided her movements. But what held her transfixed was the ecstasy on his face. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark and unfocused.
She moaned as he ran his hands from her hips to her breasts where he toyed with them.
She’d never thought anything could feel like this. Never considered she would want to sit on a man like this and enjoy it. Yet she loved the sensation of his thick hardness inside her.
“What do I feel like to you, Xaydin?”
“Wet and soft.”
She supposed that was a good thing. Though it didn’t sound like it to her.
And it left her wondering something. “Have you been with many women?”
He stopped moving. “Why do you ask?”
“I want this to be special between us. I don’t want to be just another in a long line of lovers for you.”
Xaydin cupped her face in his hands. “You are nothing like any woman I’ve ever known. Believe me, no one compares to you, and you could never be just another anything. You are uniquely beautiful.” He pulled her down and kissed her fiercely.
Gisela trembled at the passion she tasted, and at the way he teased her lips with his. His muscles flexed under her hands, making her tremble.
Xaydin pulled back from the kiss, then rolled over with her and took control of their passion.
Gisela arched her back as he moved faster. Every stroke brought more pleasure. Every kiss and touch reverberated through her.
“Make me yours, Xaydin.”
But in her heart, she knew he already had. No one would ever have the part of her that he did. Somehow, he’d slid his way past every defense she’d erected. Every trap she’d laid.
She was his and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
He claimed her lips again as he slammed himself into her even deeper than he’d been before.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and let his passion sweep her away.
He lowered his head to her shoulder and released himself inside her with a fierce growl.
Gisela drew a ragged breath as he collapsed on top of her and held her tight.
“Thank you, Gisela,” he whispered in her ear as he panted fiercely. Then, he kissed her lips again in a tender caress that sent chills through her.
Slowly, he withdrew from her and rolled over onto his back and pulled her against his side.
She assumed he was through with her so it surprised her when he spread her legs and touched the most private place of her body.
Stunned, she stared at him. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you your pleasure.”
She didn’t understand what he was talking about. “I already had it.”
He smiled wickedly at that. “No, sweetheart. You haven’t.”
Confused, she had no idea what he meant by that. But as his long, lean fingers delved deep into her body, she began to realize that there was more than what she’d already experienced.
Xaydin pulled the blanket to him and used it to wipe between her legs. She blushed at his actions.
