He kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her so that she couldn’t run. She wasn’t running. She was actually leaning forward and searching for his lips. That made it a thousand times easier to maneuver her into bed. To clumsily strip her out of her dress and rip the ties of her corset and shift.
Her breasts spilled into his hands. Oh yes. There were other words, he knew. Things he should be saying, but he couldn’t grab hold of them. He was lost in the smell of her as his mouth went to her nipples. He suckled her breasts, then he tongued her nipples, and when she clutched his shoulders and cried out, he knew he had found heaven on Earth.
He’d already been undressed. His mates hadn’t bothered putting him in any type of sleeping clothes, which was just perfect. Her dress was pooled about her waist as he nuzzled and sucked on her glorious skin. Thankfully, she helped him by tossing aside her corset. And when he tugged on the fabric of her gown, she lifted her hips to help him.
Good woman. Good, wonderful, luscious, amazing woman with the scent of the gods between her thighs. He found her curls, knew the dewy wetness there, and simply nuzzled her open with his chin. Her feet got tangled somewhere, but she fixed the problem somehow. He didn’t care. He was too busy tasting her. He nipped at her skin, he gloried in her scent, and he spread her wide open.
His fingers were clumsy. That frustrated him, so he decided to abandon all use of them in favor of his tongue. He spread her and licked her, and the taste was like spicy cream.
She bucked beneath him, her cry echoing through the room. He thrust his fingers inside, needing to feel the greedy clutch and pull of her body. God, she was tight, but the wetness everywhere had him slipping in with ease.
But he’d been slow. Her contractions were easing. And her keening gasp, that he so adored, had faded to a breathy sigh.
“Don’t stop,” he murmured. “No, don’t stop.”
So he licked her again. He pulled his fingers aside and used his hands to spread her wider. He licked her just to hear that sound. And when she was pushing down against his mouth, he knew it was time.
She would be his now.Now!
He pulled himself up her body, stopping momentarily to worship her breasts. He sucked on her, tugging on her nipple until her special cry began. Not orgasm yet, but the nearness, the approach, the almost there.
And he was almost there.
He thrust.
Inside!
Her heat and her wet surrounded him. God yes. God glorious.
She stiffened beneath him, and belatedly he realized that she’d been a virgin, and there was pain for her.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “It will get better soon.”
He held himself still. Or rather, he held his throbbing cock in place, fully seated. He couldn’t stop himself from raining kisses along her neck and her cheeks and her lips.
“It’s all right,” she murmured. “You’re just…so much.”
He dropped his forehead to hers, trying to hear her over the pounding in his head. “So much?”
“So big.”
He grinned. The bigger his cock, the greater his possession of her. She thought he was huge, and that meant she would not forget him. She would remember that he was her man. He was the one who had taken her maidenhead and claimed her as his own.
Those thoughts spun over in an endless circle of glory in his mind. He tried to wait for her to catch up. He truly did, but without him willing it, his body began to move. First a shift that shot pleasure up his spine. Then a thrust in reaction to the joy that made her gasp in that sweet way of hers.
He looked in her eyes. He tried to apologize without words because he was moving too fast. She wasn’t in that keening place yet. Her breath hadn’t caught, and her body was so amazingly tight around him that he couldn’t tell if she was clutching him.
But when he looked into her eyes, when the light caught the sweet pink flush of her skin and the rosy red of her lips, he saw her smile. It was Mellie’s smile. It was the one she gave him when she learned something new, the one that wasn’t a laugh, but a sweetness that was all her. It never failed to squeeze his heart tight and make him worship her. He’d do anything for that smile, if only she would give it to him again.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He thrust. Her words had triggered a need so great, a welling of joy so powerful, that it took over his body.
She loved him.
He slammed in deep.
She loved him.