Page 50 of Wickedly Yours
Rowan sucked her into his mouth, allowing the tip of his teeth to brush across the swollen piece of flesh.
White spots flashed before her eyes as her entire body arched and held before violently breaking apart. She cried out his name, her hands clutching at the coverlet atop the bed as the tremors surged through her body.
Rowan held her down, his mouth drawing out each contraction of her body, fingers moving inside her, drawing out her pleasure until Arabella lay limp and panting on the bed. Her eyes fluttered open to see Rowan’s dark head between her thighs. She felt blissful. Positively wanton.
He kissed the inside of her thigh and looked up at her with a feral smile. Looming over her on all fours, possession flickered in the depths of his hazel eyes, as he leaned in to nuzzle the side of her neck. She felt the hard press of him as he positioned himself at her entrance.
“I’ll try to be gentle, Arabella. But I’m—”
“Large.” Heat fanned her cheeks. Ridiculous, considering what he’d just done to her. “Of course, I don’t have anything to compare it to.” She sputtered. “What if it doesn’t fit?”
A trace of a smile crossed his lips before he kissed her gently.
She kissed him back, tasting herself. “I may be a little frightened.”
His arms were tight, the cords of his muscles taut as he strove to keep himself in check. Slowly, he moved, pressing into her. She was slick and wet but still Arabella felt as if she were being stretched apart.
Arabella’s body immediately clenched. She tried to close her legs.
“Relax, love.” He whispered against her cheek. “I don’t wish to hurt you more than is necessary.”
Her hands clenched the hard lines of his buttocks, pulling him closer. “I know you won’t hurt me.” She kissed his neck, relishing the taste of his skin, then his mouth. Nipping his bottom lip, Arabella claimed his mouth with all the ferocity welling inside her, willing him to take her.
A low growl came from Rowan’s chest. He thrust deep inside her with one stroke, seating himself more fully between her thighs.
A painful cry of surprise left her mouth. She bucked beneath him, her body wishing to throw off the intruder.Dear God, it hurt. He was too big. He would tear her apart. Rip her to shreds. She shut her eyes, blinking furiously, ashamed when a tear ran down her cheek.
Rowan didn’t move. Kissing the tear running down her cheek he whispered, “I’m sorry. There was no help for it.” He murmured soft, nonsensical words to her. His lips found her eyelids, the corner of her mouth, the curve of her jaw, each word and kiss soothing Arabella until she relaxed.
She could feel him, hard and pulsing deep inside her.
Rowan pulled out a halfway then thrust again.
Arabella clutched at his arms, knowing he was taking great care to not hurt her further. The pain abated with each sure stroke to be replaced with a mild burning sensation. Her insides felt battered and stretched to their limits. What had her mother liked about this act so much? No wonder they called it a duty. How in the world would she ever get used to this—”
Rowan took another deep, smooth stroke, and moved so that his body caught hers. The barest glimmer of the pleasure she’d experienced before resurfaced. “Oh.”
“Oh, indeed. I see you are not impressed. I’ll have to work harder, Lady Malden.”
Each stroke teased to renew the pleasure she experienced before. Tentatively, she moved her hips, trying to find the pace he set.
“Better?” He didn’t wait for her to answer, instead Rowan’s hand moved sinuously between their bodies, caressing her until she could feel the tightness coiling within her once more.
He lifted her hips up and took up a steady rhythm. His fingers would move between them, touching her just enough to drive her mad without offering the release she sought.
“Please, Rowan. Please.” Arabella was a writhing ravenous thing. Begging for something only Rowan could give her. “Harder.” Madness had come over her and she wished to break and shatter.
“Wait for me.” Rowan nipped at the lobe of her ear. “Wait.”
He pounded into her, stroking her flesh only once more before the orgasm slammed into Arabella. Her entire body arched against him as the pleasure radiated through her. She sobbed, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. Her body clamped down around his and she heard his breath catch.
“Jesus.” He whispered. “I told you to wait.” He thrust into her almost painfully, gripping her hips, all sign of the gentle lover gone. The cords of his neck tightened as he thrust one last time, and his breath left his lips in a soft moan as he collapsed against her.
Arabella lay panting with Rowan’s weight atop her, her skin tingling as blood pumped through her limbs. She could hear his heart beating with hers, tasted the salt of his skin with her lips. Possessively, she clasped him tighter not willing for this feeling to end.
Somewhere along all her mistakes and bitterness, she’d done something she never thought would be possible. Especially for her.
She’d fallen in love.
