Page 69 of A Night of Forever
She ran her fingers through his thick curls. As he finally took one nipple into his mouth and drew on it, she sighed in relief. The fiercely pleasurable sensation sizzled straight to her core and she couldn’t stay still. Had to move. Had to reach out for something. For Arend.
Her hands gripped his head and held him against her chest as Arend suckled first one nipple, then the other, teasing her until she was frantic with desire. She wanted his lips to go lower. She pulled on his hair.
“Demanding, aren’t we, my lady?” he teased. “Patience. All good things come to those who lie back and enjoy.”
Patience? How could she be patient? “You’re so slow, it’s torture.”
“Silly.” His mouth trailed slowly down her stomach and his lips formed the words against the skin of her belly as he whispered. “You’ll love this torture.”
He was quite right. She loved this form of torture. Her thoughts flashed to the stable and the way he’d touched her there. If that was torture, she could very well become addicted. His clever lips and tongue were lethal.
He stole a look at her through a sweep of black lashes—long enough to cast shadows on his cheeks. “Don’t hold back your cries of pleasure.”
His cheeky smile was disarmingly tender for all its power to enthrall. Yet it was the seductive molten darkness of his eyes that held her spellbound. They were guarded, the shadows hiding all of him from her. In that moment she would have willingly traded the pleasure of her body for the secrets of his soul.
Arend must have sensed her thoughts, because he began in earnest to distract her. His mouth lowered to the curls at the juncture of her thighs and found her heated core. His kisses grew more demanding. His wicked tongue showed no mercy.
Her body arched off the bed as he parted her folds and swept his tongue over the sensitive heart of her intimate center. Fire flashed through her veins. Her knees trembled as she pushed closer, and was rewarded by Arend once again dragging his tongue across the swollen bud of her sex. Her fingers and toes curled in pleasure.
It was the sweetest, most exotic torture, and her body tightened in anticipation of release. To her delight he settled his hands at her hips and set about ruthlessly arousing her, nibbling and sucking with expert thoroughness.
With eyes closed and fingers wound deep in his hair, she allowed the violent firestorm to build. The powerful throbbing of raw sensation took her over, and when his tongue entered her she lost any control at all. Headfirst, he tumbled over the cliff, and the world plummeted from beneath her.
In the distance, someone was sobbing—little mewing cries—and it took her several moments for her to realize the sounds came from her. Arend still pressed kisses against her sex, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.
He finally took pity on her, crawling back up her body to settle between her thighs. She ran her hands over the rippling muscles in his back, excitement tinged with apprehension stirring inside her again.
The moment had come. Soon she would become one with this man, at least in body, and her heart cried out to him.
With his next words he took ownership of that heart.
“For the rest of my life, I will cherish the honor you are bestowing on me,” he murmured. “I’m not worthy, but I will do everything in my power to ensure you enjoy the experience, and never regret your choice.”
Then he kissed her so gently, so softly, and so reverently that she melted. Why could he not see what a wonderful man he was?
“No regrets,” she said, and meant it. She wanted him. Wanted to share herself with him. She could not imagine ever sharing something so wonderfully personal with any other man.
When he began kissing her again she was hardly aware of his hard thickness probing her cleft. But soon she could not ignore the heavy intrusion, the burgeoning pressure that made her breath catch in her throat.
Slowly, surely, he inched deeper into her body, withdrawing a little and then continuing his invasion.
“Relax, my darling girl,” he crooned. “It will pinch, but only for a moment.” And he flexed his hips forward in one smooth movement.
Her body froze as a sharp pain seared her insides, and a little cry escaped her lips as he pushed her legs further apart to penetrate to the hilt.
He rained kisses all over her face, her eyelids, nose and lips, as he held still, seated deep within her body. The pain, at first bright and sharp, ebbed, and then eased into a not unpleasant sense of fullness.
“Are you all right?” he asked between gritted teeth.
To ease the guilt in his eyes, she nodded, and then moved her hips, drawing him deeper inside her. “It was as you said, a mere pinch.” She wrapped her arms round his shoulders. “Now, make it better.”
He began to move, and she loved the feel of him deep inside her body. He withdrew and then slowly slid back, withdrew, slid back, creating a delicious friction that only increased her exquisite pleasure. Humming with delight, she let her natural instincts take over, moving her hips, rising to meet his every thrust.
He obviously approved, groaning and kissing her deeply.
The heat of him inside her, his closeness, their intimacy, opened her heart fully to him. No other man, Isobel was sure, would ever make her feel this way. Something inside her quivered, soared. Her heart exploded with love for him, and when he began to pound into her she clung to him tighter and let the burning pleasure rise.
He stopped kissing her and just looked into her eyes as his hand slipped between their bodies. Then he found the little hardened sensitive nub and stroked.
