“Getting stiffer by the moment,” he muttered, closing his eyes. “Hold it a bit harder when you stroke it.”
She did so, and he groaned. But after a few moments, when she explored too close to his body, he shoved her hand aside. “You are too good at this,mon petit chou.”
She tensed, both at the rejection of her caress and his use of the endearment. “I am not your little pastry, sir. I do not want you to eat me up, like the wolf inLe Petit Chaperon Rouge.”
“If you didn’t like the words,ma chérie,you should have said something sooner. Although you may find you enjoy a bit of eating in the bedchamber.” He bent his head to nibble on her earlobe. “Like this.” He kissed his way down to where he could suck and tug on her nipple with his teeth. “And this.”
Every suck and nibble sent surprising tingles straight to hermont de Vénus,making her warm and damp below.
She arched up on tiptoe to feel more. “Perhaps that is not so … very bad,” she whispered.
Next thing she knew, he had tumbled her back onto the bed so he could lie beside her and spread soft kisses over every inch of her body. “Do you know how many times I have dreamed of us like this?”
“As many times as I have?” she whispered.
He lifted his head to stare at her. “You dreamed of me?”
“More often than you know. I just never thought you would want me.”
“Then you were daft, my sweet.” He kissed his way down her body. “I will always want you.”
The words caught her off guard. She wished she knew if he meant he would always want her body or if he would always wanther. But she was not sure she wanted to hear the answer if she asked, so she did not ask. Instead, she threaded her hands through his hair and attempted to pull him back up to her, so she could kiss him.
He chuckled against her belly. “Let go, Giselle. I mean to show you that you can enjoy being eaten by the wolf.”
Curious to see what he meant, she did as he bade, but when he spread the curls of hermont de Vénuswith his fingers and bent his head toward it, she gasped. “You are not … you do not mean to …”
“Taste you,” he said with an arrogant smile. “I do, indeed.”
Then he covered her there with his mouth.
For a moment, she remained tense, thinking he truly meant to bite her there. Then he began to suck and use his tongue as he’d used his fingers there before, and she nearly burst out of her skin. Since he had already told her to release his head, she dug her fingers into the bedclothes to keep from grabbing him again as he tongued and licked and drew on herthere.
She had never experienced such sensations, such wild … carnal …heart-palpitatingsensations!
Oh! That feeling was building again … as when they were in the stone tower … oh! And now … oh … she had not realized … oh, yes …
Suddenly he drew his mouth from down there, wiped it on the bedclothes, then crawled up her. He used one knee to part her legs and fit himself between her thighs. “Now, may I finish this by making love to you, my darling fiancée?” he asked in French.
“Yes,” she said in English, ridiculously cheered by his not using the wordfauxthis time. “Please do.”
That was all it took to have him sliding inside her.
For a moment, she regretted herYes, for it felt very odd. Intrusive. Unfamiliar. Not what she had imagined. But then he began to move.
She grabbed for his shoulders in surprise, and he said hoarsely, “Yes,ma belle chérie,touch me … anywhere you like.”
Now that he had given her license to do so, she used her hands to feel his strong arms, she stroked his chest and then down his ribs to grip his waist. He brushed kisses over her temples and rasped lovely, sweet words into her hair, all the while driving slowly in and out of her.
“You’re so tight, dearest,” he murmured. “It feels like … heaven to be inside of you.”
“Does it?” She kissed his neck. “It feels … different for me, too.”
“Different, hmm?” he choked out. “Let’s … make it more … pleasurable.”
He caught her under one knee and dragged it up, then switched hands to pull up the other, which planted him inside her in a much better way.
“Oh!” she said. “That is …”