Page 49 of The Reluctant Wife

Some of the tension drains from his shoulders. "You’re so wet, baby. So tight. You feel so fucking good. You make me feel like I’m your—" His brow furrows. "Am I your first?"

I stiffen. When I stay silent, his gaze widens. "Iamyour first?"

He begins to pull out, but I lock my ankles around his waist. "Please, don’t. I need you, Ryot."

"You should have told me." His gaze grows wary. "Why didn’t you? I’d have taken more care with you."

"You made me come. Twice." I half smile. "You’re taking care of me plenty."

He studies my features, but to my relief, he doesn’t resist the inevitable. He cups my cheek then kisses me again. Long and slow and deep. The feel of his lips, of the sweetness, the tenderness, the sheer devotion in his kiss sinks into my blood. It’s drugging in its passion and arousing in its attentiveness. In how he holds my face like I’m fragile, while his cock throbs inside me as evidence of his desire.

Then he pulls away, and when he peers into my eyes, the connection between us feels even more raw. More genuine. More real. It feels like he’s peering into my soul. And I know, whatever is happening between us is changing me in a way I couldn’t have fathomed. He begins to move slowly inside me. Pulling out until he’s balanced at the rim of my entrance, then pushing in with such intent, I can feel every pulsing centimeter of his shaft sinking into me. He presses in, until he hits a part hidden deep inside of me. Shivers of delight sweep up my spine. My thighs tremble. I groan; so does he.

"That feels—" I begin.

"—so bloody good," he says through gritted teeth.

We look at each other, and something passes between us. Something that arrows to my heart and warns me—this, whatever it is between us… Is different. This is not what I expected when I set out to find a way to sleep with him. This is so much more serious.But I’m not going to regret it. Not when this sensation of being joined with this man in a way that feels almost cosmic is something I’ll never find with anyone else. His green eyes turn emerald. Silver sparks flare in them. Then, he drags his hand up my arm and urges me to clasp his shoulder. "I’m going to fuck you now."

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Aurelia

He pulls out and stays poised at the rim of my slit again. This time though, he kicks his hips forward and buries himself inside me in one sweet move. Tendrils of sensation flare out from the point of contact. Liquid heat shoots through my veins. I dig my heels into his back, feeling the muscles bunch and flex as he begins to fuck me in earnest. Each time he sinks inside me, he hits that secret spot deep inside of me. A place where only he has been. The friction is devastatingly stimulating and so very intimate. Sweat beads his forehead, and not once does he look away.

This connection between us is so personal, it heightens my awareness of him. Of how he’s watching me closely every time he sinks into me, how he varies the angle of his hips to hit my clit, how he balances himself on one arm to keep most of his weight off while still pinning me with his cock and his hips, and those long, deep, smooth thrusts like a dance we’ve choreographed before. Vibrations shudder out from we’re joined and curl in onthemselves. That familiar tightening in my lower belly signals I’m going to climax. Again. Yet he continues to drive into me. And the next time he impales me, that pressure inside me shoots up and out to my extremities.

He holds my gaze, pushes in again, then growls, "Come with me."

He plunges into me, and the climax crashes over me. The orgasm builds up my spine and bursts in a shower of sparks. I hear myself cry out as if from a distance. And yet he hasn’t closed his eyes; neither have I. He holds my gaze and, with a hoarse cry, follows me over the edge.

I feel him grow even more hard inside me. His shoulders shudder and he lowers his forehead to mine. A bead of sweat slides down his temple onto my cheek. For a few more seconds, we stare at each other.

"Wow." I swallow. "That was?—"

"Incredible." One side of his mouth quirks. He presses his lips to mine. A butterfly wings brush of a kiss. Then he kisses the tip of my nose, and my eyes before he pulls out.

He falls onto the grass next to me. His chest rises and falls, his breath coming in pants. For a few seconds, we stay silent. As my heart rate returns to normal, the sounds of the waterfall creep into my consciousness. Then, he sits up. I open my eyes to find him pulling off the condom. He ties it off and slips it into the pocket of his jacket. Then, he rises to his feet and holds out his hand. I take it. He pulls me up. For a few seconds we survey each other. Then he pulls some stray leaves from my hair and smooths it down. His touch is soft. And so gentle.

It makes me feel even worse. I swallow down the ball of emotion in my throat and glance away. "I look?—"

"Thoroughly fucked," he says with satisfaction.

I flush further. The pride in his voice is so damn arousing. I’m so aware of his naked body and his strong presence. It makesme want to sink into him and forget about my responsibilities.If I burrow into him further, perhaps, I can hide from the fact I've been promised to another?It's not as if I have any fondness for my betrothed, so I don't think I'm cheating.

Besides, it's more of a financial commitment than emotional. Ryot probably won't care either way.Will he?Taking in the possessiveness in his eyes, a shiver of apprehension climbs up my spine.

To mask my thoughts, I bend, pick up my jeans and slip them on, then my sweatshirt, before pulling on my socks and shoes. I stuff my wet underwear in the pocket of my jeans and my phone in the other. When I look up, it’s to find he has also finished dressing.

He holds out his hand. "Come 'ere."

The command in his voice insists I obey him. My legs seem to carry me to him independent of my instruction. I place my palm in his, and he pulls me close. He searches my features, then cups my cheek, and before I can protest, brings me in for a kiss. Instantly, I melt against him. I can’t hold out against the feel of his lips against mine and the scrape of the calluses of his fingers against my cheek.

"You all right?" he whispers against my mouth.

I nod. Once more, his tenderness is my undoing. To my shock, I sense tears well up and swallow them away.Self-pity? Really? I’ve never given in to feeling sorry for myself.So why am I feeling so confused? This discombobulated. It was just sex…wasn’t it?

He senses my bewilderment, and his forehead furrows. "Losing your virginity is a big change. It’s okay to feel emotional about it." When I don’t reply, he sighs. "You can talk to me. I’m not going to pass judgement, I promise."

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