“I’m right here.”
The statement sounded more like a vow than he intended.
He kissed her before she could ask again, and she responded by shifting beneath him with deliberate invitation.
Rhen pulled back only far enough to meet her eyes.
“I could hurt you.”
“You will not.”
“You have an unreasonable amount of faith in someone you met tonight.”
“No.” Her gaze remained steady. “I have faith in the man who has spent hours proving he could have taken whatever he wanted and chose not to.”
The words broke the last of his resistance.
Rhen rolled onto his back and brought her with him, placing her astride his hips while supporting her weight with both hands.
She looked down at him, startled.
Her hands settled upon his chest.
The connection tightened with anticipation, but she did not move immediately. She studied him first, avoiding his eyes as though committing the sight of him to a memory neither of them understood was already filled with his face.
Then she lifted herself and guided him toward her.
Rhen’s hands tightened upon her hips.
“Look at me.”
She did.
Only then did he allow her to lower herself onto him.
Her breath caught as he entered her, and Rhen held perfectly still while her body stretched around him. The connection between them surged with enough force to shake the candle flame.
She closed her eyes.
“Open them.” he growled.
Her gaze returned to his.
“I need to know you are here.”
“I am.”
She sank lower until he filled her completely.
The sensation dragged a growl from him, but he did not move beneath her. His entire body had become rigid with the effort of allowing her to set the pace.
She remained still for several breaths, adjusting to him while the lingering ache of the transition melted into a different kind of pressure. When she finally rolled her hips, the movement drew a broken sound from both of them.
Rhen’s fingers flexed against her waist.
“Fuck!Again.”
She moved once more, slowly at first, learning the angle and depth that transformed the final traces of pain into pleasure.
