“You are very beautiful,” he moaned. “I must have you now.”
“Then take what is yours,” she said.
Before she could speak further, he stood up and removed the rest of his clothing. Charlotte’s breath caught sharply as she looked at him. His muscular thighs and a thick staff between them.
“I shall claim what is mine,” he said.
Then he climbed on top of her. Heat exploded beneath his touch, startling in its intensity. She felt the tip of his shaft enter her.
Victor immediately stilled. “Too far?”
“No,” she whispered quickly, surprising herself most of all.
His eyes darkened instantly, and he continued to slowly slide inside of her. Her eyes met his as they locked onto each other.
Charlotte’s heart pounded wildly now as he resumed the slow entering of her domain.
Every inch of him left her feeling pleasant beneath his touch. She felt alive in a way she never had before, thrillingly aware of every inch of her body.
Victor watched her carefully throughout it all. “Tell me what you like.”
“I do not know,” she admitted breathlessly. “I have never… this is all new to me.”
His expression softened unexpectedly. “Then I shall teach you… slowly.”
The tenderness in his voice nearly undid her.
Charlotte realized, suddenly that she no longer felt frightened. Nervous, yes. Breathless certainly. But not afraid. Desire had replaced fear entirely now, curling warmly through her body whenever Victor touched her.
Because he is my husband. Because I want this.
Victor slowly pivoted his hips, swaying back and forth. His mouth covered hers in a hungry kiss.
Charlotte moaned into his mouth. The feeling of him inside of her thrilled her to the core. The sensation overwhelming her into an abyss of ecstasy that threatened to drown all her senses.
“There,” he moaned. “That's it. I feel you. I claim you.”
Charlotte looked up at him with flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. “I am yours.”
His mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Say it again.”
“I am yours, Victor,” she moaned.
The words set him off as he began to move faster. Her breasts bounced from the intensity. His hand cupped one of them and lightly pinched her rosy peaks.
“Oh, yes, yes…” she moaned loudly, surprising herself.
Then he bent down and kissed her again, slow and deep and devastatingly patient. Charlotte melted beneath him instantly, her fingers clutching helplessly at his back as warmth and longing swept through her entirely.
The world outside the bedchamber seemed impossibly far away now.
All Charlotte could feel was Victor’s touch, Victor’s voice, and the dangerous fire he awakened inside her with every lingering kiss.
“You have driven me to madness,” he said.
Then he began to move fast again. The bed pounded against the wall as he took her, claimed her with a hunger.
Charlotte felt the pulsing deep within her rise again. “I… I shall release. I cannot stop.”
