She kissed him and took him deeper until she felt his hilt. She let him move her the way he liked. In. Out. In. Out. Both, sleek and swollen.
Something began in her like a force she could not fight. She didn’t want to. It was as if a hundred waves were rushing over her. Her body tightened and quaked. The waves built to a towering tidal wave with her on top.
She rode it faster, her muscles, taut and shaking. She cried out in painful ecstasy and looked at him for assurance that this was normal.
He was in the same ecstasy as she, filling her over and over, until he threw up his arms as if in surrender.
She trailed her palms down his arms before she withdrew and rolled off him.
“Ye play with fire, lass,” he said huskily. “I will roll ye over on yer belly and take ye from behind.”
She laughed, believing him to be boasting about what his spent body could do—and then she was on her belly and he was on top of her.
He had tokeep in mind that her body was untried until tonight. He wanted to have her from every angle. His body was well honed. He didn’t need much rest, and besides, he never wanted the night to end.
He spread her knees with his and leaned down to whisper in her ear how she made him feel. He loved her and he told her so as he found her entrance and pushed.
She closed her eyes and cried out into the blankets as she grew wet for him again.
He moved slowly, surging against her, lifting her, pressing her down, retreating, his heavy breath falling on her ear, her neck.
He never wanted to leave her body. He’d been with other lasses before his vow. He’d had no idea what love was.
Coming together in the past was nothing like this. No lass he’d ever met or spoken to was like Silene. His heart was hers and it would be hers until the end of his days.
Wanting to look at her, he rose up to turn her beneath him. He lifted one of her legs and put it around him. He almost slipped out and thrust himself back in.
Her eyes opened wide and she crossed her arms over her chest.
He’d already seen her lithe body and she was being overly aware of it now? He smiled and instead of telling her how lovely and perfect she was to him, he wanted to show her.
He heaved himself into her once, twice, three times, until her arms uncrossed and curled around his neck.
He gazed into her eyes. Somehow, he, a soldier who had killed many on the battlefield, had won the heart of Silene Sparrow.
He didn’t care how. He was glad he had.
“Am I hurtin’ ye, lass?” he asked on a tender whisper as he moved inside her.
She shook her head. “I am so happy to please you.”
He slowed, his gaze not leaving hers. “Ye please me too much.”
“And you, me.” She clutched his shoulders and opened her legs wider, taking him deeper.
Short, little sounds came from her lips and felt like whips across his back. He kissed the sounds from her. He kissed her chin, her neck.
He felt her tight sheath swelling around him, making it impossible to stop. He thrust deeper and shuddered on retreat. She clung to him, moving in perfect rhythm with him. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck and her hips wedged against him.
He knew she was about to climax. The thought sucked the blood from every part of him but the part that was inside her. At least, that was how it felt when he erupted inside her. He moved faster, wanting to pin her to the bed.
When she tossed her head back and cried out his name, another rush followed and then the gentle subsiding.
They finished together and laughed for no other reason than that they were happy to be together and they made each other feel good.
She was bolder than he thought she would be. He loved it. He knew she was brave. He also knew that he was exhausted.
“Where are ye goin’?” he asked her when she left the bed.