There was no hesitation or awkwardness in his movements. A shocked cry escaped her, and her back arched as she gripped the black silk of his robe at the shoulders while he sucked hard.
He wasn’t gentle. But she heard herself moan and felt a rush of slick heat between her thighs with each relentless tug.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and the unyielding muscle felt real. Too real.
His mouth switched to her other breast, sucking hard with a graze of his teeth. Before she could pinch herself to snap out of her dream, his mouth moved lower.
A moan escaped her as his tongue dipped into the hollow of her navel. The sensation was electric, and she felt goosebumps peppering her skin. His hands gripped the material at her hips and yanked until she felt the cool air on her bare skin.
He placed her thighs on his shoulders, and then his mouth was on her.
Oh God!
He didn’t tease or start slow. Her head thrashed against the pillows, her fingers gripping his hair as his hot tongue moved with rough, rhythmic strokes that left her entire body shaking.
Her fingers yanked his hair hard, not knowing whether to push him away or pull him closer.
And then she felt it. Something she had never felt before during intimacy.
It was building rapidly. She tried desperately to control it.
But it ripped through her, and she screamed in shock as her body bowed against the sheets.
Even as shudders wracked her body, she felt him shifting.
She slowly opened her eyes to see him moving over her.
Her stomach quivered hard as she saw him shrug off the black robe. His broad shoulders and muscular torso appeared golden with the lighting.
But as soon as her eyes lowered, she gasped.
“Oh God,” she blurted before she could stop herself.
There was no way a man could be built like a mythical statue down there.
When his large hands gripped her thighs, panic hit her. Her eyes fell on the long fingers with the heavy gold signet ring that contrasted sharply against her dusky skin. The details on the ring felt too clear to be imagined.
Her eyes flew up and met his, and the expression in them stole her breath.
His eyes were darker with black pupils dominating the golden brown.
“Hold me,” he commanded.
The low, rough command jolted through her, and she gripped his muscled shoulders. His golden skin was warm and smooth to touch.
Then he moved.
The first thrust stole her breath, and she cried out, digging her fingers deeper into his shoulders.
Despite her earlier climax, it felt too much. He was too big, and the stretch bordered on pain.
“Too much—” she gasped, the words fracturing as his hips moved again, seating himself deeper than she thought was possible.
Her body tensed, resisting the invasion, but his grip on her thighs held firm.
Just when she thought he was deliberately being cruel, she felt the rough pads of his thumbs stroking softly under her knees.
The contradiction felt shocking. The brutal stretch of him nearly splitting her open while his fingertips gently stroked her to soothe.
