Page 42 of A Touch So Wicked

Please her? Elissa couldn’t begin to explain how his body affected her…how he affected her. Her mouth went dry. She couldn’t look away. She shouldn’t feel like this. She felt like a traitor to her people.

“Elissa, I asked you a question. Does my body please you? Yours pleases me.”

“Your body is…very fine, my lord,” she murmured, averting her gaze from his groin.

“So formal, Elissa? My name is Damian. I would like to hear the sound of my name on your lips.” He reached out and caressed her breast, his fingers lingering on the tip, which had suddenly become swollen and aching. “I think your body is very fine, too. I can’t wait to discover all its secrets.”

Circling his arms around her, he crushed her against him as his mouth tasted hers, lightly at first, then with growing ardor. He urged her lips apart and his tongue swept in to taste her more deeply. Heat shimmered through her in wild, intoxicating waves that made her yearn for more. Then came despair. She enjoyed his kisses too much. She liked the hot, delicious feel of his skin against hers, and the heady pleasure it brought her.

He cradled her between his legs, holding her fast with the long, thick muscles of his thighs. She felt the hard wall of his chest against her breasts and heard the accelerated pounding of his heart. His mouth was hard but his lips felt soft. A compelling combination. The thick ridge straining against her belly was daunting, and more than a little frightening. There was no way she could take him inside her.

Elissa knew exactly what to expect. The eve before she was to marry Tavis, her mother had told her what would happen on her wedding night. Marianne had told her not to fear it, and that in time she might even enjoy it. Instinctively Elissa knew she would enjoy it with Damian, and that thought angered her. She didn’t want to enjoy anything with the Demon Knight.

His kiss went on and on, until she hadn’t a breath left in her lungs. Her hand curled around his neck; she felt a vein pulsing strongly along his throat. The heat of his desire scorched a burning path to her throbbing center. Then suddenly she was floating, caught up in Damian’s strong arms. She felt the coolness of the counterpane beneath her back and Damian’s solid weight as he came down over her.

Air spilled from Elissa’s lungs at the first touch of Damian’s mouth upon her breast. He suckled her, flicking his tongue over her swollen nipple before paying her other breast the same rapt attention. She moved restlessly, stretching, arching beneath his stroking hands. He caressed her from her breasts to her waist, then cupped her bottom in both his large hands.

Threads of tension pulled her taut as his mouth left her breasts and traveled downward. Then his head dipped down and he kissed her there, that moist, aching place between her thighs. Pleasure she’d tried to withhold burst inside her. Her head tilted back, a cry vibrated in her throat.

“Damian, nay! ’Tis wicked.”

He lifted his head. “Aye, sweeting, wicked and wonderful. But perhaps you’re right. We’ll save that pleasure for another time. I need to be inside you.”

He settled between her legs, pushing them wide with his knees. His hips twisted; he ground himself against her core. A flush began beneath her skin, heating her flesh from the inside out. Her breath stilled as she waited for the pain of his entry. It was a pain she welcomed, for it was little enough punishment for allowing Damian to seduce her. She’d feel far less guilt if she didn’t enjoy what he was doing to her.

“Relax,” Damian whispered against her temple. “The pain will only last a moment, then the pleasure I promised will begin.”

His hand slid between them. She felt it low on her stomach, then drifting through the downy thatch below. He touched her; she let out a hiss of breath as his fingers slid over wet, swollen flesh.

“Sweet, sweet vixen,” he murmured. “My fingers are wet with your honey. Let me in, Elissa.”

His erotic words swept away her shame and guilt like a ship before a strong wind. Raw need inhabited her mind; urgency to experience this ultimate act with Damian, only Damian, controlled her body. She clutched his shoulders, her legs falling open. He settled deeper into the cradle of her thighs, flexed his hips, and thrust past every point of resistance.

Her eyes flew open. She screamed and tried to push him away. The pain of his entry had startled her, even though she expected it.

“Lie still,” Damian said in a strangled voice. “Let yourself adjust to my size.”

“You’re too big…you’re killing me.”

“The pain will subside if you let yourself relax.” He pulled out slightly, then pushed himself back inside.

Elissa squirmed, trying to escape the agony. “Stop, Damian, please.”

“Ask anything of me but that. Remember what I told you about bringing you pleasure? I didn’t lie, sweeting.”

He moved again, a subtle in and out that caused Elissa’s breath to hitch. He pulled out again, then thrust deeper. Elissa’s breathing calmed, and she experienced a feeling of fullness, of stretching, as her body adjusted to accommodate him. Little by little she began to relax; she felt herself soften around him even as he grew harder, thicker. Then she felt a tiny beginning of something else that made her gaze up at him, a question in her eyes.

“There are better things to come,” he said. Then he proceeded to show her.

He came up on his knees, putting his strong hands under her hips and pulling her up to meet his sure, hard strokes. She couldn’t help herself; she cried out with every drive of his hips. Then it began: the slow, spiraling heat, the heady pulsing where they were joined, spreading outward throughout her body. When he dropped his head and suckled her breast, it was like adding kindling to flame. With the next thrust of his hips, shards of pleasure exploded through her and she screamed.

Her body convulsed, tautened. He pushed himself to the hilt, held himself suspended inside her for a breathless moment, then came in a rush of liquid heat.

Elissa struggled to catch her breath, stunned by what she’d just experienced. Her surrender was supposed to be a sacrifice, but Damian had made the act memorable, something to be treasured forever. Her entire body trembled as waves of pleasure undulated through her. She was scarcely aware when he pulled out of her and eased down beside her.

Elissa turned her head away. She couldn’t look at him, knowing what she was going to do as soon as he fell asleep. She was going to betray him in the worst possible way.

Damian turned and gathered her into his arms. “Was that so bad, sweeting? Are you sorry you let me love you?”