Page 53 of A Kiss Of Lies

“It feels wonderful. Tight but wonderful, and there’s no pain.”

“If a woman is prepared properly, there should never be pain.” He could feel a bead of sweat slide down his temple. God, how he wanted to thrust, to plunge into her tight heat, but he held back. This was her night. Her chance to understand that pleasure should be mutual and that a man should, and could, put the pleasure of his woman before his own.

Sarah experimented. She rocked gently upon him, and a smile lit up her face. She leaned down and kissed his chest, running her tongue around his areola before gently biting his hardened nipple with her teeth. He raised his hips and pushed slowly into her in response.

She moaned against his chest and sat up. “Do that again,” she requested breathlessly.

He was more than happy to oblige. He pushed into her, his hips lifting off the bed, and the sight of her full breasts swaying with the movement was a sight he could not resist. He rose and nibbled down her slender throat, lingering for a moment at the point where her pulse beat fast and light. Sarah made a small sound as his thumb circled the luscious crest of her pink nipple. Her skin was soft silk beneath his touch, and infinitely feminine.

Her little cries grew in volume as he licked her mounded flesh, taking her erect nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply. He could feel Sarah’s arousal in the way she rode him and whispered his name into the silent room.

Sarah had never known a man’s possession of her body could feel so good. It was as if she were on fire. Her body clamored for Christian’s touch—his lips, mouth, hands, fingers . . . it did not matter. Letting him love her was what she craved.

Her head dropped back and her body responded to his driving rhythm. She used her legs as she would when on a horse, to ride him. Each thrust sent a wave of almost painful pleasure through her, and she could not stifle her moans.

He fell back on the bed with a stifled groan, and she followed him down, her lips seeking his in a branding kiss. She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, wanting to taste him as he drove deeper within her body.

She rocked more forcibly, and her sex slid over his sweat-covered muscles. Desire spiked and fed her hunger. She moved restlessly, seeking the glorious shattering finale to come.

She sat up and gasped for air, the intense satisfaction capturing her breath. Her pants filled the darkened room. It was so good she called out in feverish pleasure, not even trying to mute her cries.

Christian’s hands were now gripping her hips, and he was thrusting powerfully. She pushed down to meet him in equal urgency. She wasn’t frightened as his thrusts grew in speed and intensity. She glanced at his face. His eyes were shut; his long dark lashes lay against tanned cheeks. He was lost to the world of pleasure, as was she.

The sharp bite of his fingers on her skin increased as the rhythm escalated, and Sarah realized she was going to climax. With a loud guttural groan, he pushed deeper yet. She could feel him as far as physically possible within her, and the sensation of his thick, turgid length made her erupt with such intensity that her body shook. Rapture took her prisoner and held her captive as Christian continued to thrust into her.

He quickly followed her to bliss. A loud roar reverberated around her as he arched frantically, holding her tightly upon him, calling out her name as his seed flooded deep within her.

When Christian could finally breathe again, he pulled her down into his arms and hugged her tightly, showering the top of her head with little kisses. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You’re much too tempting to simply lie back and not participate.”

“I’m not complaining.”

He stroked down the small of her back. “That was amazing.”

Sarah pushed out of his hold. She stared down at the utterly tempting, devilishly handsome man who’d just made magical love to her. “That’s an understatement.” She beamed at him. “I can’t explain how wonderful it felt to be in your arms.” She hesitated before saying, “I know it’s not always like that. What we shared was special. Well, special to me, anyway.”

He stroked her hair and squeezed her tighter. “You’re special.” To have overcome a brutal husband and have the courage to let another man bed her was astonishing. “Thank you. Thank you for trusting in me.”

Sarah tilted her head sideways so she could see his face. Without all the formal clothing, his black locks tousled against the white pillow slip, his disfigured cheek visible in the weak moonlight, he did look menacing; however, he was anything but. She swept her gaze over his lean body and, without thinking, reached and touched his scars. He flinched beneath her touch.

“I hate to think of you in pain,” she whispered.

“That’s the one saving grace about pain. The memory dulls it. Oh, I can still vividly recall going out of my mind from the agony, but I can’t actually remember what the pain felt like. Not that I try to relive that day; my nightmares do that often enough, and I can never escape in my dreams.”

She continued to caress him, willing the ugly memories away. “Do you think the nightmares will ever end?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps they will fade with time. I’ve gotten used to them.” He spoke so matter-of-factly, she wondered at the calm behind his words.

“Have you ever talked to anyone about what happened?”

“Talking won’t change the outcome.”

“But it might help. It might stop the nightmares.”

“Grayson knows. He was there. He saved me. If it hadn’t been for him . . .”

“How did he rescue you? What did he do?” She could tell he didn’t want to relive the day, but it might help him to let it out.

“As the wagon collapsed, Grayson fell, knocking himself out. I was trapped beneath and at the mercy of a revenge-filled Frenchwoman. My inhumane howls managed to pierce Grayson’s dead sleep. He awoke and threw his coat over my burning skin, freed my hand, and then had to try and save me from my injuries. A friend who lay all but dead in his arms. Simply putting out the flames only began my battle to survive.”

---