Emily closed her eyes.
“Here.” His voice was a ragged whisper in her ear. “Touch me here.” He took her hand and placed it on the bulge of his breeches.
She widened her eyes at the feel of him throbbing in her palm. Her first instinct was to pull away, but the look of pleasure on his face was so great that it spurred her on. She lifted her hand up to the waistband of his breeches, then boldly plunged her hand down through the tangled curls between his legs to touch the flesh of him with her hand.
He shook all over. Emily smiled in satisfaction at the thought of the power she had over this man who claimed he needed no one.
Draven laid her down then, against the hard floor and pulled her gown from her. Exposed to his gaze, she trembled in uncertainty. Her face warmed as his gaze ran over her.
“My Emily,” he whispered. “I want to see you, to touch you, but most of all, I want to taste you.”
He dipped his head to her breast. Emily arched her back at the sensation of his tongue playing across the taut peak. Moaning, she cupped his head in her hands and held him close.
Draven ran his hand down her stomach and over her hip. Her entire body ached with need. Bittersweet pleasure tore through her.
And then he trailed his hand around her thigh and touched the center of her body. Emily gasped as pleasure whipped through her while his fingers caressed the tender folds of her body.
Draven laughed deep in his throat as he pulled back to look down at her. Over and over his fingers stroked her, teasing her with a promise of more pleasure, until he pulled away.
Emily whimpered in disappointment as he rose to his feet and pulled his breeches off.
Draven held his hand out to her. Emily took it and allowed him to haul her to her feet. He led her to the foot of the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
His deep throaty laugh warmed her. “You haven’t been reading your book lately,” he teased as he placed a kiss on the back of her neck.
Emily shivered.
Draven stood behind her then. He pulled her back against his chest and ran his hands over her breasts, down her waist and to her hips.
Emily arched her back against him, and reached up over her head to bury her hands in his hair.
He wrapped one arm about her waist, then trailed his hand back to the juncture of her thighs. Emily moaned in pleasure.
“That’s it,” he breathed against her neck. “Surrender your weight to me.”
She did, and he rained kissed over her shoulders. She could feel the tip of his shaft pressing against her buttocks.
He sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth, then lifted his head. His fingers returned to torture her with pleasure. Emily couldn’t stand it. She writhed in his arms as his fingers slid in and out of her.
And as the ache in her built, he nudged her thighs wider apart and plunged himself deep into her body.
Emily moaned in pleasure as she lowered her hips to draw him deeper into her body.
Draven closed his eyes, savoring her sighs as he buried himself up to his hilt. Never had he felt anything more incredible than the tightness of her heat surrounding him as he thrust himself deeper into her.
Heaven help him for what he was doing. But this was all he had ever wanted in his life. Someone who could accept him.
She was a part of him he hadn’t realized was missing until she had stumbled into his life.
Emily clenched her teeth as exquisite torture wracked her body. Her head spun as he drove himself into her again and again, deeper than before. It was incredible, this feeling of him behind her and in her.
His fingers quickened to a rhythm to match the strokes of his hips. Her body became possessed of its own free will as it met him stroke for stroke, building her pleasure until she could barely stand it.
And then she exploded. Emily cried out as a sheer pleasure, more profound than anything she had ever imagined, tore through her. She tightened her hand in his hair as her body was literally turned inside out by his touch.
Draven closed his eyes as he felt her shuddering in his arms, and then he filled her with his own release.
