He pushed himself a fraction deeper, still exploring his lazy rhythm. I could feel his thickness beginning to stretch me. The sensation was dizzying, and my vision blurred at the edges.
“Is this what my Roses wants from me?” he whispered in my ear, biting the soft flesh of my lobe between his teeth. “Say it to me.”
“Aye, warrior,” I gasped.
“You want me, and all of me? Once I begin, see, there’s no going back. And it will hurt you, Roses. There’s naught I can do to stop from hurting you, at first. But then everything I do will give you pleasure. I promise you that. As much pleasure as you can take. Is this what you want me to do?”
I sobbed from the wrought strung-out need of my body.“Please, Wilkie.”
He drove deeper inside me then, and there was a sharp pain as he broke through the fragile barrier of my virginity with one quick thrust. I cried out, and he caught my cry with his kiss, opening my mouth with his, licking into me with gentle, soothing pressure. He held himself still, kissing me tenderly, until my tension began to ease.
“That’s the only pain, love,” he said, smoothing my hair back from my face. “It will ease into pleasure.”
He pushed farther into me, and I felt my body resisting him. He was too much; my unyielding body could not accommodate him.
“Are you—” I started to whimper, then he pushed farther, and I gasped at the burn of it, at the hot stretching demand.
“Not quite, lass. About halfway.”
“Half?”
“Relax for me, Roses. ’Tis me, Wilkie. Your warrior. Let me in.”
He lifted slightly, taking my breast in his hand, plumping it to his mouth. He lapped at my nipple with his tongue, circling around the tightening nub. Then he bit me, so very gently, scraping the edges of his teeth against my skin, kissing, biting and nuzzling his face against me. He did the same to my other breast, until I could feel my inner muscles relaxing, loosening around him, spanning his heavy invasion bit by bit. He pushed farther, more strongly now, easing himself out, then back in, deeper, and deeper still.
“Almost there, love.” He leaned his body over mine more heavily. He kissed me with expert, careful bites and licks, pushing himself more aggressively into my body.
I struggled for breath and thrashed slightly, trying to free myself from the feeling I was being split open. I wasn’t certain I could take any more of him. “You’re too big,warrior,” I said, and there was desperation in my voice. “You won’t fit me.”
“I’ll fit you, lass. I’ll fit you perfectly.” He pushed my legs even wider, adjusting himself, settling deeper with a forceful thrust. Wilkie’s soft-edged groan hummed with a note of satisfaction, of finality, and I knew he was fully inside me now. It was uncomfortable, this extreme fullness of him deep inside my body, with the pain of his initial drive still lingering. I wriggled and claspedmy hands to his backside, trying to find the pleasure. Tilting my hips back just slightly, I could ease the sensation of being too full, too possessed. I eased forward and back, just barely, feeling my own moisture begin to soften the tightness.
Wilkie pushed his face into my neck. He made a low sound, like a muffled growl. He sounded as if he was in quiet agony.
“Warrior?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
“Wilkie,” I whispered into his ear.
“Aye,” he said, a small exhale. His body was stunningly tense and hard.
“Is it all right?”
Silence.
“Wilkie?” I whispered again.
“Be still, Roses. Don’t move.”
I obeyed him for a moment. I lay still, letting my body relax around him. The muscles of his back were strained and rock-hard. I ran my fingers over them, scratching slightly, teasing his skin with little pinching caresses, as he liked to do to me. I let my body adjust to him. I tilted my hips back again, easing the pressure, then up to him. And again.
“Roses,”he said sternly. “Hold yourself still.”
“Why?”
“You reduce my control to that of an untried lad,” he said, and there was a rough rasp to his voice. “You’re so very tightly around me.” He lifted his head up to look into my eyes, and we lay like that for a moment, still and quiet. “I’m inside my Roses,” he said, a smile touching his lips.
“Aye. My warrior’s inside me. Giving me everything he has to give.”
