He settled back down and pulled her tight into his arms. Feeling his heart thumping against her breast, she relished the fiery, solid feel of him all along her body.
His impressive erection pressed firmly against her, inflaming her arousal. She slid her hand down and stroked her fingers over him, amazed that he felt as hard as stone and the skin of his shaft was silken and hot.
"You feel wondrous," she whispered.
"But not as good as you." He groaned and rolled between her thighs, surprising her with his quick actions. Waiting, he lay above her, intoxicating her with indulgent, soul-deep kisses. Slowly, he trailed his mouth downward over the sensitive skin of her neck and chest, placing wee kisses here and there.
His breath warming her skin, he brushed his smooth lips over her nipple, then drew it into his heated mouth. He sent her arousal through the roof, and intense need speared her. Gasping, she arched her back. She had forgotten how powerfully he affected her, stealing her ability to think.
She simply wanted him to take full control of her; she trusted him that much. He was her soulmate… and now her amazing husband. She had to be the most fortunate woman in all of Scotland.
"Take me now, Colin. Make me your wife in truth," she whispered.
Colin moaned, loving the sound of that so much, he almost lost the tenuous grasp on his control. "Are you certain you're ready, love?" It had been a while, and he didn't want to hurt her again.
"Aye, more than ready." Kristina dug her fingernails against his arse, spurring him on.
"Let me see." Already so aroused he could hardly stand it, he stroked his hand downward, between her thighs and over her delicate flesh. "So wet," he breathed, sliding a finger into her scorching moisture.
Arching, she cried out. "Now, Colin."
"Aye." He stroked his shaft against her, teasing her a few seconds longer.
Unable to withstand his self-inflicted torment any longer, he stopped at her entrance and thrust his hips. Gritting his teeth at the immense indulgence, he forced himself not to drive to her depths, but instead to allow her to grow used to his size again.
She moaned, her body arching into his. "Feels… so good. More, please."
"Aye, lass." He withdrew and pushed forward again, deeper this time, hoping he was not causing her pain. The luscious friction of the withdrawal near seared his mind. His instincts urged him to drive deep, and he could no longer ignore them, especially when she begged him for more. Quickening his pace, he plunged into her over and over. Her impassioned moans, gasps and cries provoking his actions.
But he could not lose complete control, for he wanted her to experience the peak of pleasure, too. As he thought to slow down and wait for her, she cried out, and her delicate female muscles fluttered around his shaft, surprising him in the best possible way and launching him into an explosive release. Ecstasy rained down on him like a thousand fiery arrows, piercing his soul with a rapturous bliss. Tugging her tightly against him, he rode out the onslaught. As the aftereffects washed over him, he moaned in amazement.
"Kristina," he groaned against her throat. "You astonish me."
She giggled. "Oh, Colin. Nothing has ever felt so magical. I love you."
"Not as much as I love you."
"Ha! Do you wish to get into an argument over it?" She tried to hide her grin, but he saw it.
He laughed. "Since we're married, every night can be like this, my sweet."
"And every day, too." She grinned wickedly.
