Page 64 of The Seduction of Lord Sin
She traced the rock-hard muscles in his arms as he braced himself over her, his other knee joining the first, pushing her legs apart, spreading her thighs so he could settle between them.
Their eyes locked and silently communicated. He looked down her bare torso to where their bodies would join, and the set of his face told her all she needed to know. The angles and planes were sharp with desire. His face held an elemental rawness of the conquering male, and it thrilled her. She cupped his face and nodded. She was putting herself into his hands, into his body, into his heart.
He lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on her lips as he shifted between her thighs. The hardness she’d been caressing probed her slick entrance and she tried to relax, tried to memorize her first taste of his broad, blunt head and its inherent strength and heat as he inched slowly within her.
“Relax, my darling. Breathe slowly. I promise I’ll try to make it as painless as I can.”
He flexed his hips and pressed further in. She felt every inch of his hardness stretching and filling her. He reversed direction and she let out the breath she’d been holding.
“I know it will hurt the first time. I’ve waited a long time for you—for this. Why not just get it over with?” she said through gritted teeth.
He pressed back in, a little way further this time. “It doesn’t have to hurt. Patience.”
He repeated the process several times, each entry just that little further. Each quick stroke enough to tantalize, to drive her insane. She moaned his name.
He covered her lips, took her mouth, adding to her screaming senses. She was combusting from the inside. Soon she was lifting her hips, writhing on the bed, urging him for more, her body aching, wanting...
He continued teasing her, only just entering her and then withdrawing, until she was wet and open and almost delirious with desire. Moving in a rhythm that was as ancient as time.
She lifted her head and found his lips again. He took her mouth, his tongue mimicking his delicious torture below. He slid deeper, and his tongue plundered, ruthlessly. He settled more heavily between her legs, and she felt the power and strength of him.
Then he thrust powerfully.
She cried out in surprise, his mouth capturing her strangled gasp.
He stilled above her, raining kisses all over her face. “The pain will dull in a few moments. Are you all right?” The concern was very evident in his voice and the worried look in his eyes. He tenderly stroked down her side and molded his hand to her hip.
The sharp pain lessened to a dull ache, and she could feel him throbbing within her. She could not help but move. At the slight lift of her hips, he drew back, and gripping her hip, he pressed in again. There was no pain this time. He didn’t stop but drove on, all the way in, steadily pushing deep, stretching her, impaling her. She tried to remember to breathe as the sensation of him, hard and strong, embedded deep within her, filled her fuller than she’d imagined.
He rose up on his forearms and his eyes, emeralds under his lashes, glinted down at her, the weight of his lower body holding her immobile as he looked down and watched as he withdrew and slowly, even more powerfully, entered her.
She followed his gaze and watched as he claimed her. She felt every inch as he filled her, felt her body tighten until she arched beneath him.
“Goodness, you feel so good.” She struggled to catch her breath. “My body’s on fire. I don’t know if I can take”—
“You can. You will.” It was a growled command. “Close your eyes and let it happen.”
He continued to move above her and her body wound itself as tight as a drawn bow. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to passion’s power. The intimacy of the moment sharpened as he slid deep, and she felt the first stirrings of overwhelming passion.
She sent her hands sliding over his shoulders, running them over his back until she found his buttocks. She held on as they flexed. He moved more forcibly than before. Her hips lifted to match his rhythm, the friction of their bodies sending spiraling pleasure to her very core.
“Oh. My. God…”
The restless flames of desire erupted within her.
Erupted into a firestorm.
At her first scream, he took her mouth. Their lips melded, tongues tangled, hands gripping, their bodies merging in a frantic and driving need.
He thrust harder, faster, and ever more powerfully. She gave herself over to him, sinking her nails into his buttocks, pulling him close, urging him deeper-wild to provoke him further.
They were desperate for each other. Neither trying to dominate, both wanting to take this journey together. Sharing, loving, being one. Their senses held, locked, overwhelmed by the slickness, the heat, the gasping urgency of their loving.
He drove her on, ensuring the road to her release was expertly travelled. He thrust deeper yet and her body gathered him close, holding him, tightening around him and suddenly she was floating, riding a wave of joyous and consuming pleasure. Her body imploded in heat and glory and satisfaction. Sensations rioted down every nerve to suffuse every inch of her being with satiation. The waves continued, no longer gigantic, but ripples of contentment. She clung to him, felt him thrust deep and roar against her mouth, the sound flowing into her, as did his seed. They lay still, panting, soaking in the glory of their union as the waves slowly ebbed.
Sin fought to regain his senses. Eyes closed tight as he felt the last spasm fade. A tsunami of feelings rioted within his chest. She was his. He’d bound her to him—forever.
He rolled off her. He slumped exhausted wrung out beside her, pulling her hard against him into the cradle of his arms. Protecting her automatically, as he would for the rest of his life.
