Page 9 of Victoria's Embrace

He didn’t look terribly reassured. In fact, he looked like he was contemplating either calling it off or, from the plotting glint in his eyes and the way they darted back down to her breasts, keeping it to heavy petting and leaving his cock safely tucked away.

Maybe he was right. The glimpse she’d gotten of him on the ship was impressive. A bit intimidating, sure, but not scarily so. Maybe she’d discover it became an insurmountable obstacle when hard, assuming he grew like human men. But she wasn’t about to give up without at least judging for herself.

In an effort to distract him, she took his hands and urged him up. Holding his gaze as he had hers, she undid his jeans and slid them down his hips then straightened to allow him to take them and his boots off.

Once he was naked, she sucked in a breath and looked down. And looked some more. And drooled a little. A soft, hungry moan slid past her lips.

He was hard as steel, the fat, triangular head swollen and flushed almost purple. The long slit on the nearly flat top was weeping pre-cum, and his shaft pulsed faintly in time with his heartbeat.

Visually measuring his length and girth, he was definitely bigger than when she’d glimpsed it, but not so much that they wouldn’t fit. Hopefully.

Her gaze zeroed in on the soft, raised bumps lining the top of his cock. Whether they didn’t show when he was soft, or she’d just missed them, she had no idea, but damn if imagining those rubbing over her g-spot didn’t have her thighs clenching excitedly.

Finally dragging her gaze away, she peered up to find he still looked nervous, maybe even more so than he had a moment ago.

Feeling a wicked grin curl her lips, she breathed, “Oh, this is definitely happening.”

Chapter 6

Thorn blinked once, twice, then narrowed his eyes, searching her face. Seeing the excitement Victoria made no effort to hide or downplay, a slow smile grew, changing his grim expression into something absurdly handsome and devilishly sexy.

Blowing out a gusty breath, he bent and lifted her to his chest, then reached a hand out to turn on the water.

In between frantic kisses, they made at least a passing effort to bathe each other, though it was admittedly more slick touches and groping hands than anything that could actually be called showering.

By the time he slid his big hand between their bodies to cup her pussy, Victoria was a wiggly, panting mess of need and urgency, having been driven to a fever pitch by his touch that was everywhere and yet nowhere near enough.

“Tell me,mín værling,” he growled. “Tell me where you need. Show me your pleasure.”

She tried to answer, but he stole her words when he circled a thick finger around her opening then slowly, carefully pushed inside her.

Groaning, he pumped it in and out, whispering hotly in her ear, “Gods, you are tight. Wet. Tell me, my mate, tell me how to give you pleasure.”

Breathless, she bit her lip and reached down, guiding his thumb to her clit, clenching around his thick finger when he brushed over the nub.

He pulled back to watch her face, his expression intense as he observed her reactions, letting them guide his movements. He growled low and began circling her clit, timing the movement of his thumb and the thrusting of his finger to her gasps.

Victoria let her head fall back and undulated her hips, every breath ending on a moan. She was already close, so close, the tension coiling in her belly, her thighs tightening.

“Thorn, I’m– oh god… ”

“Yess, show me your pleasure, little hess.”

She came with a low cry, mouth open, clutching at him desperately as she shattered.

She was still riding the edge of her release when he withdrew his finger and lowered her onto the thick head of his cock. Forcing her eyes open, she gazed up at him, nodding frantically, needing him inside her.

His expression was taut, his jaw clenched, eyes dark and hungry as he watched her. Carefully, gradually, he pushed inside her. Victoria gasped at the stretch. He was big, even with the moisture of her orgasm it was an effort to relax enough for him to enter her.

She felt the fine tremors running through his big body at the effort to go slow, but he maintained control.

He paused when she’d taken the head, giving both of them a moment to adjust. When she wiggled her hips, his hands spasmed on her waist like he was fighting the urge to slam her down over him, and a hard shudder traveled down his spine.

“Vee,” he warned, voice a low growl, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before flashing open to pin her with a frantic look.

Moaning at that look, she whispered, “More.”

Another growl and his hands tightened on her waist, pulling her down over him a little farther, giving her another inch of his thick cock, then two. Slow, maddeningly slow, he pushed inside her until she’d taken all of him and he was buried to the hilt.

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