Bria agreed and hurried off the bed to shed her garments with her husband’s help after he pulled his shirt off.
Once she stood naked in front of him, Kaelan glanced over her slowly. “You are beautiful, Bria.” Then he lifted her into his arms.
His words brought a blush to her cheeks, and she welcomed it and the compliment, seeing the truth of his words in his eyes, and she felt it as soon as he scooped her up in his arms.
What amazed her was how she felt what he felt when she had not offered comfort. His touch alone opened her ability to feel what he felt. But she did have an obligation to let him know that she was privy to his feelings.
“I feel you,” she said as he placed her down on the bed.
His smile came slowly. “You are going to feel a lot more of me soon.”
“Nay,” she said and pressed her hand to his chest. “I feel what is within you without trying.”
“Then I envy you, for you will get to double your pleasure.” He grinned at the thought and when she went to say more, he stopped her with a quick kiss. “We are husband and wife. You need no permission from me to do what comes natural to you. It is who you are, and it is who I love.”
“And I love you—all of you,” she said to let him know she felt the same about him, all of him.
“It feels so good to finally touch you, feel your skin against mine,” Kaelan said, running his hand lightly over her. “Soft. So very soft,” he whispered near her lips before kissing her again.
Her hands eagerly, though more greedily, ran over him. It was as if she wanted to mark every inch of him with her touch before she realized his feelings were mixing with hers.
His touch, his kisses now trailing along her neck were his way of leaving his scent on her as the large beast in him would do. He was claiming her as his and she intended to do the same.
She gasped lightly as his lips settled over her nipple, his teeth nipping at it gently before his tongue teased it. It was as though her body suddenly came to life, like it had been lying dormant and had finally fully woken up.
She felt alive but more so she felt his love for her and that made all the difference. It burned deep inside along with his hunger for her and she felt it in his eager touches like he couldnot get enough of her. And truthfully, she was just as eager for him to touch her, explore all of her, know her like no other.
Some of his touches were feather-like and others demanding as if he commanded her body to respond and it did, each and every time. Wherever he touched, he left a sensation that rippled through her body with the most intense pleasure. And the more intimate places, the more intense the pleasure.
When his fingers found their way inside her, she gasped loudly.
“So wet and ready,” he whispered in her ear, then kissed her.
But whether ready or not, he was not ready to see it end and neither was she.
He rested his leg over hers to ease her other leg away, spreading them apart. As he did, she felt his manhood hard and thick against her. Instinct took hold and she moved her leg to rub against it.
She gasped. feeling his desire soar, causing her own to do the same.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered and slipped over her, bringing his brow to rest against hers as if needing to take a breath, take control of the overwhelming passion that ran through him.
Bria rested her hand on his back. “Let go. I’ve got you—always.”
He raised his head, a slight smile catching his lips and braced himself to hover just slightly above her.
She felt the tip of his manhood poke at her, not enter but poke, then slip only slightly in.
She raised her hips welcoming him and he pulled back. She looked at him, puzzled, then realized his hesitation.
“Fast and strong would be best,” she said, and quickly gripped his arms and held on tight.
He tilted his head as if debating and she felt his worry that he would hurt her. She took advantage of his concern and thrusther hips up hard, capturing his manhood perfectly and sinking him inside her.
She gasped, her whole body going stiff against the pain.
“Let it go. Let it all go,” he ordered. “I’ve got you now.”
She did not hesitate. They had each other, and she let go.
