In his chamber, shimmers of golden candlelight caressed Alesone’s skin as Thomas loosened the final tie, pulled. Whisper soft, her gown puddled to the floor, and she stood naked before him.
His body pulsed with yearning, demanded he take, but with their vows of love given this night, this time, their first time would be naught but magic. “I love you, Alesone.”
Hands trembling, she undid his garb until he stood as naked as she, then her eyes dark with emotion met his. “I love you, Thomas.”
He swallowed hard, humbled by this woman who would soon be his wife. He wished the words were exchanged, that she held his name, but ’twould be a vow soon done.
Another burst of anticipation slid through him, smothered every thought except her. Her taste, the feel of her skin against his, the slick warmth that awaited his touch. His pulse racing, he claimed her mouth.
On a moan, she took, demanded.
His body on fire, he cupped her face and plundered, then skimmed his mouth against the curve of her jaw, along the silken column of her throat, her scent driving him wild. Thomas moved lower, caressed the fullness of her breast as he suckled on the hardened tip.
She gasped. “Thomas I—”
“Say you want me,” he whispered.
“I-I want you.”
Flickers of flame caressed her body as he knelt, held her gaze as he kissed her sweet essence, her slick heat driving him mad.
Her mouth parted, and her head lolled back softly as his name spilled from her lips.
Thomas slid his tongue deep, savoring her gasps, her cries as he drove her higher. Her body began to quake.
With a growl, he swept her in his arms. Relishing how she trembled against him, he laid her upon the bed and pressed his body flush against hers. “I need you.”
Eyes shimmering with satisfaction and nerves lifted to his. “I need you as well.” With slow, sultry movements, her mouth teased his, and he took, gave as he fought the urge to slide deep into her heat.
Alesone edged lower, and Thomas caught her hand. “What are you doing?”
“As I please,” she said on a husky whisper. Her mouth teased him as her hands skimmed lower, and he groaned as she cupped his hard length, sliding closer to what he’d only dreamed.
The tip of her tongue teased him, and his body threatened to explode. He caught her shoulders, struggled beneath pleasurable assault. “A-Alesone,” he gasped. “Dinna do—”
Moist lips slid over his shaft and suckled; his mind hazed.
His blood pounding hot, he buried his hands in her hair, clenched, savored her tongue’s slow, wonderfully torturous journey. Through sheer will, he lifted her head.
“You dinna care for that?” she teased, her lips gleaming in the firelight. “I overheard women talking in hushed tones to one another,” she all but purred in a smoky voice that drove him wild, “’tis what a man enjoys, they said.”
Enjoyed, wanted, desired. “Aye,” he forced out, amazed he managed to shove out a word. He cleared his throat. “But I am too close to losing control.”
“Nor did you allow me to make conditions when you took me a moment ago.” A satisfied smile touched her mouth. “Nae that I am complaining.”
She had a point. “Still—”
Alesone’s tongue again ran over his hard length.
He shuddered.
“I have found you a fair man. I canna believe you would deny me what you yourself have done.”
“’Tisna the same.”
“I think ’tis.” She drew him into her mouth, and his entire body tightened as her mouth tasted, teased until his every shred of control threatened to break. But he held, struggled to honor her request nae to deny her as she touched him.
Sweat beaded his brow as she lingered, her hands working with gentle strokes as her tongue offered sweet torture. Bloody hell, ’twas only so much a man could take.
