“I still want to... it’s what I want. Are you disappointed?” I was hoping that the ground would swallow me whole.
“You can never disappoint me,” he said seriously.
“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you,” I murmured.
“Are you nervous?” Tynan frowned.
“I mean, a little. Is it that obvious?” I clenched the bed sheets.
“But you have done this before?” he asked.
“Yes, I was engaged and we were...” Tynan brushed his fingertips against my neck, “We were...” I closed my eyes when his hand pulled down the sleeve of my shirt, “getting married... oh,” I gasped when Tynan’s mouth slid down from my throat, leaving an unbearably hot line down my chest. “We were together for so long and...” Tynan’s tongue traced the peaks of my breasts and I forgot what I was saying, bathing in millions of sensations. I reached up and buried my hand in his hair and my back touched the pillow.
Tynan pulled the nightgown off me and his eyes greedily traced every inch of my skin. I bit my lip, consumed by the never ending worry that my chest was too small, that I was too skinny, too pale.
“I’m sorry. It’s probably not what you expected,” I blurted out before my courage left me.
Tynan did not seem to hear me, his hands traveled up and down my body as if he was trying to memorize every line, his eyes half closed, his perfectly shaped lips parted.
“I waited for you for so long. I don’t think I can be gentle,” he said in a low raspy voice.
A wave of the sweetest euphoria ignited the blood in my veins. Desire and anticipation were growing deeper, darker, and at last I could hardly wait any longer.
I pulled him closer meeting his smoldering eyes. “I want this. I want you,” I breathed into his mouth.
Biting my lip, I pulled his shirt off and carefully touched his neck, shoulders, and chest. He was absolutely breathtaking, heavenly alluring with this wild beauty and untamed power. For a moment I got distracted tracing the silver lines of the scars on his skin. Tynan watched me with patience, but I knew that he had to use all his control to let me explore his body without touching me back. I could hardly contain myself any longer, too desperate for him. I leaned closer, pressing light kisses against his skin.
“Alina,” he exhaled.
“Yes?” I asked with a voice that hardly sounded like my own.
“I want you.”
With my fingertips, I painted the line down the belt of his pants, but Tynan caught my hand and secured it above my head.
At last, his body pressed against mine. The wild hunger and anticipation tore at me from within as I watched him remove his pants and bare himself in front of me. He was painfully handsome, perfect in every line, every flex of his muscles. His powerful, amazingly shaped body could have belonged to a divine creature. I lowered my gaze, unable to look away from the contrast between our skin tones; pale alabaster against warm gold as my legs wrapped around his strong, muscular hips. My hand wrapped around his stone hard length. I could not be sure that our bodies were compatible in this way, but I did not care.
Tynan swore and caught my hand.
“I need a moment,” he said.
And the thought that he was so close made my heart raced with a burst of ecstatic delight. He must have been really enjoying it, more than I thought was possible.
Tynan took two deep breaths and his hand traveled down my body. I watched his face, his glowing cheeks and eyes as bright as stars in the night sky. Slowly, his fingers circled around my center and before I could get used to this amazing new feeling, I could feel him filling me.
I gasped, no longer caring about self control. My hips went up, and this time, Tynan listened to my silent demand. With one deep thrust he filled me. I closed my eyes, expecting to feel pain, but it never came. Instead, the agonizingly hot sensation erased every coherent thought as he pushed inside of me. I could not help the light moanescaping my lips. Tynan leaned closer, changing the angle, and another sweet wave covered me whole.
“Please,” I whispered and bit my lip with his first thrust.
He let go of my hand and supported his weight on both sides of my pillow. His hips moved erratically, pressing harder each time. I could not help pleading, begging him for more, tracing his hips, his lower back with my fingertips. Our hot bodies tangled on top of the sheets as the impossibly sweet sensation rose up my core, and in a matter of a moment, I fell into a blissful agony one more time. My back arched, and I pressed into Tynan even harder, screaming his name. The next moment, Tynan groaned and pulled himself out, coming undone at last.
Lazily, my eyes opened. I saw the outlines of the bedroom, the window and the side table, the freshly cut branches of the winter magnolia that was almost ready to bloom. Through the haze I could see the dim light from the cold winter sun. I sighed and the next moment, I could feel the warmth of Tynan’s body pressing against my back. I moved my head watching his face, slightly furrowed eyebrows, and his dark hair spilled over the white pillow. What happened between us had changed things, complicated things, but itmeant everything. No matter how much time passes, I will never forget this.
“How do you feel?” his quiet voice, and the light touch of his warm breath on the back of my neck sent shivers down my back.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” I whispered.
The next moment his lips pressed against my hair, and I closed my eyes, suddenly worried that it was all a dream, that if I woke up, everything would go away. It was silly; I was too anxious, too on edge. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not convince myself to let it go.
