Page 47 of A Husband for Esyllt
“Hush, I know, sweetheart,” Connor interrupted her. He didn’t sound repulsed or even shocked. Her breathing eased a bit. Maybe he did believe her. “Listen to me. You want me, you desire me, there is nothing wrong with that. It shouldn’t scare you, and it definitely doesn’t scare or disgust me. That you did not feel it with your first husband doesn’t mean that you should not feel it with me. I did not feel desire for my late wife, the Lord may forgive me, but I do with you. We have this heat between us, and I will not allow anything or anyone to tell you that it is wrong.”
Hope surged within her. “So, it’s normal?” Oh, if only it could be!
“Yes. Your body is responding to my touch, as mine is responding to yours. I’m aroused. I want you just as much as you want me. Feel this.” He took her hand and placed it on his hardness. Esyllt barely repressed a gasp. It was even harder than the morning he had made her hold him, the undeniable proof of his desire. “It is good that we have this heat between us, for we will spend the rest of our lives together, and in that time I will come countless times to your bed. I would hate it if you endured it like a chore. It is much better if we both get pleasure out of our coupling, don’t you think?”
He nudged at her nose with his, the tender gesture at odds with the shocking words.
“Yes, but...” She bit her lip and let go of his manhood. There was still something she needed to ask.
“But what?” Connor encouraged.
“As much as I want you, I dread you taking me. Last time you did, it was almost unbearable. I felt as if I would explode and then... I did not.” She found it hard to explain herself, because what she was saying made little sense. “It... it started well but in the end it was almost painful and I don’t know if I can bear to feel like this ever again.”
“Oh no, sweetheart, this is all my fault. It is not supposed to happen that way, you are supposed to ‘explode’ as you say, but I teased you that first night and stopped it from happening. I’m sorry.” Connor crushed her in his embrace, sounding filled with remorse. “I took my revenge on you that way, to my everlasting shame, I denied you the release you needed to make you pay for wanting to fool Lord Sheridan. I promise I will never do that again. Tonight it will be different. You will get the pleasure you deserve when I take you, more than once if I can control myself.”
His hand reached to the place between her legs. Esyllt gasped when he cupped her intimately.
“Do you trust me?” The low, sensual voice matched the slow, teasing strokes of his fingers. Her body was ready for him, warm and slick already. How could she not trust him when he was making her feel so good?
“Yes.”
“Do you remember how it felt when I used my mouth on you?”
“Yes.” How could she forget such a thing?
“It will be the same this time, you will experience the same release. Only it will be even better, with me inside you.” He gave her a tender kiss. “Let me make amends for denying you your pleasure that first night.”
A finger slid inside her. Esyllt whimpered. Oh, God, there it was, the sweet agony, the desperate need clawing at her. She could not face it, whatever he said.
“No, I can’t...” She grabbed his wrist but he did not stop.
“You can. Would it help if I kissed your breasts?”
“Yes,” she panted. Anything to distract her from the pressure building inside her. The green eyes caught fire, as if the idea aroused him as much as it aroused her, quite a feat, because she was on fire.
“Then let me do that.”
Esyllt moaned when his lips, hot and demanding, closed around her nipple and drew it deep into his mouth. As he started to suckle her, his finger slid inside her heat again, then another joined it. She couldn’t think, couldn’t understand what he was doing. Her whole body was burning, the tension in her muscles reached an almost unbearable point. It was just like that first night, unbearable.
“It’s happening again,” she whimpered.
“I know. Let go, Esyllt, give your pleasure to me.”
The order was all it took. Esyllt fell. Everything stopped functioning at the same time and all the liquid poured out of her body.
Before she could make sense of what had happened, Connor surged inside of her, hard and fierce, stoking her desire anew. She opened her eyes. He was above her, just like that first night,inher. Only this time he wasn't slow, he wasn’t careful, he wasn’t teasing. The look in his eyes stole her breath away.
He was on the verge of losing control.
“Come again,” he ordered gruffly. “You need to come again for me, I won’t stop until you do.”
Even if she had wanted to, she could not have resisted the waves crashing over her. This time it did not worry or frighten her. She surrendered to the pleasure and it wasn’t long before her body shattered, pulsing around his shaft.
Another few thrusts and he stilled, emptying himself deep inside her, so deep she felt the warmth spread all over her.
Perfection.
Connor fell by her side, his breathing as ragged as her own. Although she had not been the one exerting herself, Esyllt was utterly spent. She could barely open her eyes or move. A hand landed on her breast and she did not resist the torpor stealing over her. Moments later, she was asleep.
