He slipped his hand between them and unhooked his belt, for which Silene was thankful since his many weapons were digging into her.
With that out of way, Silene could feel his passion without any interference. She almost broke their kiss at the fear of the beast between his thighs, but she would not succumb to fear.
He didn’t let her go. Instead, he bent over her when she arched her back and kissed her until she broke away to pant with need of him.
She blushed, but she didn’t care about being shy when he dipped his face to the breasts her arching back offered. He cupped one in his hand and lowered his mouth to the other, sucking through her thin chemise.
Her nipples were so hard and tight, they almost pained her. His scintillating tongue and teeth eased the pain but also made her ache below her belly, between her legs.
He moaned and fell on his back on the bed with his legs hanging over the side. He laughed, taking her with him to land atop him.
He took her mouth again, molding his lips to hers, playing with her tongue, firing her blood.
He used one foot to release the other from its boot, then did the same with the other foot. His movement beneath her caused him to rub against her crux and shook her world on its axis.
She’d never felt anything like it…there. He was steel against her, about to break through his hose and impale her.
Instinctively, she wanted to straddle him, and he wanted it, too.
Freeing her breasts, he pulled her chemise up over her bare thighs, the alluring curve of her bottom, up over her breasts. He pulled the chemise close over her head and released it at her nape, locking her arms behind her.
He was now the one in control.
For an instant, she was overly aware of her body and the fact that she was naked before him. But when he tangled her wrists behind her neck and arched her backward, she had no time to consider if her breasts were too small before they were in his mouth.
She cried out at the thrill of it and was glad they weren’t in the house. She trusted him not to hurt her, but he never promised not to make her go mad with need. She threw one leg over his hip and then the other. Her hot flesh caressed him and made him groan like a bear in pain.
With her arms behind her back, she had no way to hold herself up. He did it for her with his free hand laid gently at the valley between her breasts. He kept her steady while he worshipped each breast in turn. She felt herself growing wetter and more ready to receive him.
When he yanked his hose free, she gasped at the feel of his heavy erection beneath her. He was long and thick, for she tested his length with a quick upward rub.
Her legs tried to close.
“I willna hurt ye, my love,” he whispered and set her hands free.
She rested her palms on his chest and sat up on him.
His smile of complete seduction singed her nerves.
With his cock firmly between her thighs, he stroked her with himself until both their muscles trembled. He curled his arm around her and pulled her down for a kiss. His mouth ravished her, her chin, her throat while his hand pressed her lower back closer against him.
She felt his heartbeat hard and fast against her, growing even faster. He closed his eyes and wet his lips with his tongue.
He guided Silene over him in a sensual dance.
She closed her eyes, but her fears were drowned in his seed, shooting into her, onto her.
He fit his hand between them and took hold of himself while he stared into her eyes. He pushed the head of his erection against her wet entrance.
She wanted him. All of him. She wanted this intimacy with him. She kept her breath slow and steady while he pushed deeper and deeper, opening her. He retreated slowly, leaving her gasping. He was big and forceful without forcing her. He pained her—but just a little. Instead of simply ramming his way inside her, he withdrew, letting her feel the length of half of him.
He returned and thrust softly, slower, breaking her barrier and filling her again.
While he spilled more of himself into her, he remained deadly still, not letting himself fully enjoy her yet.
Well, Silene thought, she wouldn’t have that.
She already knew what felt good to her and what was still painful.