“Draven,” she moaned, marveling at the mixture of pleasure and desire he stoked.
He returned to her lips as his hands ran the length of her body, stroking and exploring everywhere they went. She ached for his touch.
Draven ran his hand down her stomach and touched the center of her body.
Emily jerked at the unexpected contact.
“Shh,” he breathed in her ear. “‘Tis fine, trust me.”
She relaxed as his fingers separated her tender folds and began to stroke her in an intimate caress. Never had she felt anything like it as all the heat in her body pooled to the point where her legs met.
She felt Draven’s body stiffen and he pulled away from her with a curse.
“Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head. “I can’t wait for you, Emily,” he whispered. “I want you too badly.”
She didn’t understand his words as her gaze ran down his body. Heat flooded her face at the sight of him bare before her with him jutting out like a lance.
Then he returned to her. His eyes were apologetic as he pressed her back against the wall.
“Draven?”
He kissed her, then separated her thighs with his knee. Emily moaned at the feeling of his hard thigh pressing against the part of her that ached for him and instinctively she rubbed herself against the hard muscles of his thigh wringing a deep moan from him.
Her body afire, Emily delighted in the feel of his body completely against hers. Until he drove himself into her.
She gasped as pain overrode her pleasure. “You lied to me,” she whispered. “You said it wouldn’t hurt.”
He kissed her cheek. “‘Tis your maidenhead giving way, Emily. I promise once you get used to me, it won’t hurt anymore.”
She didn’t know if she could believe him.
He lifted her legs up from the floor and had her place them about his waist. He tilted her head up to where he could stare down into her eyes.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She did.
“If you will suffer me for the next few minutes, I swear to you when you leave here, you won’t be afraid.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.” And then he started moving against her hips.
Emily clenched her teeth, trying not to cry out from the pain of him thrusting inside her.
Draven buried his lips against her throat, hating the way she remained tense.
“Relax,” he breathed in her ear. But she didn’t. If anything, his words seemed to distress her more.
He cursed himself for not knowing what to do to alleviate her discomfort, but he’d never before taken a virgin and his few encounters with women left him sorely lacking.
With a curse, he pulled out of her.
Her legs fell to the floor as she took her weight back on her own feet. She didn’t say a single word as she retrieved her dress from the floor and clutched it to her breasts.
It was then he saw the tears in her eyes.
