Page 36 of Master of Games
“It isn’t.” She softly shook her head, and he felt her relax. “It’s the most perfect moment and I refuse to let a bit of pain ruin it.”
He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers and then leaned in to kiss her, the tips of her eyelashes softly brushing his cheek. “I think it’s perfect too. I think you’re perfect.”
Her mouth found his. It was the permission he’d been waiting for to slowly withdraw and then sink back inside her.
Slowly, carefully, he proceeded, giving her time to adjust, gauging her reactions, until her hips tilted toward his in a clear signal that she’d moved past the pain. Then and only then did he move faster, giving into the building desire in his own body.
Tabbie met him, her arms winding around his neck, her mouth melding to his as their hips met over and over.
He felt the tightening of her body, his responding, until he was drawn so taut, he knew he’d break soon. But he held on, Tabbie’s breath gasping in his ear as her own finish grew close.
“That’s it, my love,” he groaned into her neck. “Let me give you all the pleasure.”
“Caden!” she cried out as her orgasm overtook her. Her fingers dug into his back as her legs locked about his waist.
It was the invitation he needed to let go. He thrust into her one last time, his entire body pushing forward, as his seed spilled deep inside her.
He could barely catch his breath as he collapsed on top of her, satiated in a way he’d never felt before.
Her hands stroked down his back as she placed a soft kiss on the spot just below his ear. “That was…”
“I know.”
She nuzzled deeper. “It is always like that?”
“It’s never like that.” He found the strength to push up on his one arm. “And even between us, it won’t always be this good, but I will always…” He drew in a breath. “I will always give you all that is mine to give.”
Tabbie smiled, soft and sweet. “I believe you.”
Those words might be as powerful as when she’d said I love you. Because he’d earned her trust and that meant all the world.
He kissed her again, long and slow and then slid to the side, pulling her body into his as he rolled.
She came easily, a sigh falling from her lips as her eyes fluttered closed. “No sleeping yet,” he rumbled.
“Why not?”
“Because you’ve not eaten,” he answered simply. His woman was not going to bed hungry.
Her eyes opened again. “Please. I am able-minded enough to know when I need to eat.”
“That’s not the point. I will not be the reason you go without.” He pushed himself from the bed, grabbing his breeches and pulling them back on before he crossed the room and picked up the abandoned tray, bringing it over to the bed.
His arm ached but he ignored the pain. His comfort was of far less importance…
“Stop,” she huffed, tossing back the covers to grab her chemise and pull it on. “You should not be carrying that.”
He ignored her, setting the food on the table next to the bed. A man used his body to protect his woman…it was a truth as old as time.
And fortunately, she did not argue again as she leaned over and grabbed a fig, popping it in her mouth.
He followed by ripping off a crust of bread and handing it to her. “The cheese looks delicious.”
“Have some, I had this made for two.”
He did, popping a piece of cheese in her mouth before he placed a bite in his own. And then he leaned down and kissed her again.
She snorted as she tried to swallow. He didn’t care. Watching her eat was both gratifying and somehow erotic.
