Page 85 of Mending the Baron's Sins
Orla’s eyes tarried on his hips and the subtle ‘v’ shape of his lower abdomen first, then her gaze shot to his length as it was revealed. Her mouth turned dry, shocked at the sheer size of him, though her curiosity defied her fears, and she reached out with a hand, exploring him.
At once, his head tipped back, and an animalistic moan left him. The sound itself was enough to driver her mad. With more confidence, she moved her hand back and forth across him, watching the power she had over him as his lips parted and he continued to moan.
Then his hand stilled hers. Shocked, she pulled back, fearing she had done something wrong, but he caught her around the neck and pulled her back in for a passionate kiss. She trembled as he pushed the two of them down flat onto the bed. Their limbs tangled together, her legs raising up around his hips of their own accord.
“Your touch drives me mad,” he whispered against her lips then moved to kiss down her neck and across her chest. When his lips closed around one of her breasts, she arched up into him, not wanting this sensation of pleasure to stop.
His fingers nudged her entrance again, then she realized with a start that wasn’t his fingers at all. He moved back up a little, his body raised over hers, his hands flat on the bed.
“Please,” she begged him, reaching up to mold her lips to his. It was the sweetest of kisses, soft, there one second, then gone the next. “I love you, Horace.”
He shuddered as her hands raised up over his back.
“God, I love you, Orla.”
It’s not possible! This feeling!
She was too busy basking in the glow of his words and his touch that it took her a moment to realize he was moving again. His length entered her, the pain so sudden and sharp that she couldn’t help yelping in surprise.
“I’m so sorry,” he murmured fast, suddenly setting kisses all over her face and across her neck. He didn’t stop with his kisses. “It will pass,” he promised her, “then it will never hurt again.”
By the time he was done speaking, the pain had indeed passed. Breathless, she rocked her hips up against his, experimentally judging the feeling. Rippling pleasure shot through her that she moaned his name.
“Horace…”
It was all that was needed.
Suddenly, he set up a pace, a rhythm of rocking their bodies together, moving in and out of her. Stunned, she widened her legs around his hips, holding sometimes onto his chest, other times onto his shoulders, anywhere that she could reach just to stay close to him.
She moaned his name so much; it was a wonder to her that no one in this house could hear them. He kissed down her neck and across her breasts, then returning to her lips as he constantly moved, pleasuring the both of them.
The pleasure was so overwhelming, so much deeper than she could have possibly imagined that within minutes she was quivering. Her body was nearing its edge, that same excited point she had felt before when her body had hit an abyss of pleasure.
“Horace…” her moaning grew louder, more frantic, her body writhing as her hips bucked up against his own.
Then he adjusted their position. He grabbed the best post beside him, using it to lever himself up higher as he drove their bodies together. He was an excellent lovemaker, tipping her over that edge.
She closed her eyes, seeing stars as the waves of pleasure rocked over her. She couldn’t stop moaning or saying his name and just indulged in what they were sharing, her hands constantly raking over his body, when suddenly, he pulled out of her.
Her eyes shot open to see his hand on his own length. He pumped it just once between them before he reached his edge. He groaned aloud, his face a seductive pink pallor, then he stilled, panting heavily.
He’s protecting me.
Orla knew everything about how a man’s seed was what impregnated a woman. She couldn’t be a healer and not know it. To realize now that even when lost in their pleasure he was protecting her, made her love him impossibly more.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around him, drawing him down to kiss her. Their bodies molded together completely, their chests brushing, her legs wrapping around his hips once again.
“Orla, that was…” He breathed heavily into the curve of her neck. “Incredible.”
She giggled, stunned that he could think such a thing when he had clearly had experience before her.
“Stay,” he begged. “Please, do not leave me tonight.”
In that moment, she would give him anything he asked of her.
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Orla felt a warmth across her back. Someone’s body was pressed against her own.
