Page 69 of Unexpected Complication

“I want you.”

“I want you too.” I dropped soft kisses onto her mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to think…to change your mind.”

“Oh, Kitten, the fact that you’re a virgin won’t change my mind.”

“No?” she breathed.

I kissed her again. Long, deep, and hard.

“No, but how I make love to you will be different. I’m going to make you mine. Completely.”

“Show me,” she pleaded. “I want to be yours.”

I did as she asked. I kept my hands gentle as I caressed her, taking my time until she was panting with pleasure again. I traced my lips over her neck and down her chest, tasting her skin and using my tongue to discover the dips and curves of her body. Words tumbled from my mouth—how beautiful she was, how much I wanted her. I used a low voice and tender touches until she relaxed, both her body and heart ready for the next step. I taught her slowly, ignoring my own throbbing need, determined she would come first. I used my mouth and fingers until she was crying out in pleasure, my name a pleading, breathy sigh on her lips. Only when she pulled me close, cradling me between her legs, did I make her mine, gently taking her until I was buried deep in her warmth, joined with her in the most intimate of ways. I hovered over her, still and waiting, as her body tensed and adjusted to me. Running my hand through her hair, I pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her until she moaned and arched into me. Never breaking from her mouth, I began to move in long, slow thrusts. I praised her quietly as she moved with me, the two of us learning to love together. When she fell apart under me, I buried my face into her neck, groaning out my release, my orgasm hot and intense.

She clung to me, keeping me close, her face still nestled in my neck. I slid from her and disposed of the condom, then returned, wrapping my arms around her. I rolled us so we were face-to-face. Slipping my fingers under her chin, I raised her face, kissing her breathless. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “I’m good, Cian. More than good.”

“Why are you crying?” I asked, wiping the moisture on her cheeks. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“I always imagined my first time a certain way, I guess.”

I felt a strange crack in my chest at her words.

I had disappointed her?

Struggling to keep my voice even, I brushed another kiss on her forehead. “And?”

“It was so much more powerful than I expected. So—” she sighed, “—so beautiful, Cian.” She nuzzled my chin. “Thank you for giving me that.”

“You’re the beautiful one, Skylar.”

“You make me feel that way.”

I tightened my arms. “You are.”

She snuggled deeper into my embrace. I ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying the silkiness of the strands. “I can’t let you go now, Skylar.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“You’ll have to start over again with me. You might have to have a new name, new life. All of it.”

“I’m not leaving anything. As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters. Not what you call me or where I live.”

“I’ll call you mine. Always mine. I love you, Kitten.”

“I love you, Cian.”

I pressed my lips to her forehead.

“How long?” She wondered into the darkness. “How long until you leave?”