“I want to very much, love. We must go slow. You will need to adjust to me.”
She nodded and came up on her knees so she could position herself over him. He guided his cock to her opening and encouraged her to let herself take more of him. Only the tip of him was inside her, and it wasalready exquisite.
“Take more of me as you feel ready to. It will never hurt again after this time.”
She sat lower and lower on his cock and his head rolled back from the combination of pleasure and torture. The anticipation was maddening, yet it was the most tantalizing thing he’d ever experienced.
It had never been like this before, and he knew this was the only woman for him, as long as he lived. He felt her tense when he broke through her maidenhead.
“Are you all right, love?” he asked, concern evident in his brow.
“Yes. It only hurts a little.”
He kissed her, attempting to distract her from the pain. Slipping his fingers between them, he swirled light circles around her pearl. She moaned into their kiss and deepened it before fully seating herself on his shaft. Massaging her tongue against his, she rocked her hips against him. As she intensified her movements, her head arched backward, granting him unrestricted access to her breasts. He eagerly took advantage, suckling on her nipple and kneading her breasts while she straddled him.
He grabbed her hips and aided her in her movements.
“Yes, Evan. God, yes. Just like that.”
Evan smiled, relishing his name on her lips, begging for more. He continued shifting her up and thrust upward inside of her. He would never tire of her and wanted every day of their marriage to be just like this.
She took him hard and deep with each thrust, which increased in speed. They were both panting, and sweet moans escaped from her lips.
“Evan, I’m going to…”
“Yes. Come for me, love. I can’t until you do.” It might kill him, but he needed her to shatter first.
Her head fell back, her long hair hanging behind her, and he fought not to spend from the sight of her. She lowered her chin and caught his gaze, the intensity shone in her expression. “Tell me you are mine,” she whispered.
“I am yours. I have always been yours,” he replied, leaning forward to kiss her, increasing the pace of his thrusts.
He knew the moment her orgasm came, when she tightened and convulsed around him. She cried out, and he silenced her with his kiss, exploding inside of her as she milked the climax from his body. They both stilled, and she collapsed against him.
Stroking her hair, he kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her to keep her close. After a few moments, she shivered.
“May I take you to bed now? So, I might hold you and warm your bed.”
“Yes.” She flashed him a sweet smile.
“Finally. You are going to be the death of me.”
“You love me.” She nuzzled his neck.
“I do,” he replied. “You’re right.”
He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. He opened his mouth to ask her if she loved him, too, but she removed herself from his lap and he shut it again.
Evan followed behind her. “Wait a moment. I must help you clean up. There will be blood.” He found her wash basin and a couple clean cloths. He wet them before he turned toward her. “Let me help you.”
With a gentle touch, he cleaned her most delicate place. Once he was satisfied that he got everything, he cleaned himself.
“I hope your maid is discreet. There will be no doubt what occurred,” he said.
“Millie won’t say anything. Mama suspected you would visit tonight.”
He laughed. “So your mother knew I might bed her daughter, and she didn’t object? I think I like this family.”
Marina shrugged. “She said it was the way of love matches.”
