Page 41 of The Captive Knight
She was half arched off the bed when he stopped. She groaned in protest, opening her eyes to find him hovering over her, a vein throbbing in his brow.
He shifted his weight and nudged her thighs wider with his knees. Cold air brushed across her privates, making her all the more aware of how wet she was, how exposed, how sensitive and aching.
He whispered against her cheek. “Tell me you want this, Aliénor.”
“I want you,” she said, her heart racing.
“No regrets.”
“Come inside me.”
He shifted. The hot tip of his member slid into her cleft. She clutched his shoulders at the feel of it there. Every thought and feeling focused on how warm and slick and hard he felt, poised, and how intensely he looked down at her, his hair falling over his brow, his jaw tight with control. He seemed to be waiting for something, but she was going to shatter into fragments if he didn’t press deeper. She arched against him, rolling her hips. Then, as he groaned, his mountain of shoulders moved under her hands.
She dug her fingers into his back as her body stretched to accommodate him, bringing a twinging sensation of both pain and pleasure. He pushed in and paused, making a sound to match hers. After waiting a space, he pulled halfway out, making her plead not-so-silently for his swift return. He plunged deeper, with bated force. Shudders rippled through his body to match those shuddering through hers.
Soon he stopped pausing between strokes and moved in and out of her with more urgency. His back flexed in marvelous ways beneath her hands. A rhythm overcame them. She felt an urge to arch her back and spread her thighs wider. He ran his lips along her jaw while he plunged to the root, his breath harsh. Within her, an ache swelled with sudden intensity. Her inner muscles tightened around his member. Then she heard herself saying his name, over and over, while something glorious burst within her, making her whole body throb with pleasure.
Moments later, he stiffened, pressing his forehead against hers. She listened to his deep-throated groans with a rush of satisfaction. Then she floated into lassitude, gliding into a deeper comfort as she held him closer, thinkingI love him.
I love him.
