He fondled her breasts before holding her by the hips and helping her over him.
She shifted her hips and inched up and down until she found a comfortable position. The most difficult part for him was to remain still while she lowered herself. If he jerked his hips, he might hurt her. She paused and winced a few times, but she didn’t let him go.
“If you change your mind?—”
“No.” She regarded him from underneath heavy-lidded eyes. “It stings a little, but it’s manageable.”
He supported her when she needed it, and inch by inch, she took him in until she was sitting on his hips. It was heaven. The feeling of her tightly wrapped around him was so powerful he nearly found his release.
“Hurt?” he asked, caressing her thighs.
“No. I’m good and well now.”
She moved up and down slowly before finding a faster pace. She put her hands on his chest and reclined her head, black hair falling on her back.
He couldn’t resist for long. She was too beautiful, and the sensations were too strong. He lifted her off him to spend out of her. Bugger.
“Wait.” He gently laid her down on the bed. “I’m sorry. Don’t leave.”
She smiled. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He kissed her lips. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
He quickly wiped himself with a clean cloth and used a fresh towel to clean her with lukewarm, soapy water. A few drops of blood stained it, worrying him.
“Does it hurt?” He cupped her face.
“No, really.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t last longer. Let me take care of you.” He nestled between her legs, already dizzy with her scent. He licked his lips, ready to feast on her.
“I can wait—” She gasped when he dipped his head between her legs to give her a deep kiss. “Royston.”
His name, said with that breathy voice, had him hard and tense in a moment.
He smelled the soap on her skin as he deepened the kiss, hoping to soothe the sting. He added a finger and rubbed her with the pad of his thumb.
She made a few noises, rocked her hips, and writhed. The way she whispered his name would be the death of him.
Her wild scream was the best sound for him. Her inner muscles tightened as she moved against his tongue. He shifted and slipped inside her again.
She welcomed him, wrapping her legs around him. Since she had to be sore, he controlled his speed but made sure to rub the right spots.
Their gazes locked as he moved in and out of her with gentle strokes.
Time stopped to have meaning as he laced his fingers through hers and stared at her glowing obsidian eyes. The woman had put a spell on him because every time he stared at her, he would do anything for her, anything she asked. She’d made him dance because darkness couldn’t touch him when he was with her. Only love was that powerful.
She breathed hard as he went deeper, taking his time. She closed her eyes and arched her back as another scream of pleasure rocked her body.
He couldn’t resist and fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples. She cried out again, saying his name like a prayer. He pulled out of her to spill.
After he wiped her again, he lay next to her, holding her.
“That was…” she said among pants. “Beautiful.”
He caressed her head, unable to express his feelings with words. He searched for words could convey the sheer joy and tenderness he felt now as he held her.
She curled up in his embrace and fell asleep before he could tell her he loved her.
