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Kieran didn’t care how tall William was. He only cared about the fragrant blossom he was about to unfold. His kisses were delicate and sweet on her inner thighs and about her groin.

“Five inches over six feet,” he whispered between kisses. Why was she so damn curious about height, anyway? But he remembered, too, that this was her first time and she was probably trying to distract herself from her natural nervousness. But, so she could not ask anymore dumb questions, he anticipated her thoughts. “And Michael is seven inches over six feet, and Deinwald is one inch over six feet, and Jason is not quite six feet, and Ranulf is exactly six feet, and Paris is my height, and Marc is four inches over six feet, and….”

She put her hand over his mouth. “All right already,” she whispered with a smile. “Quit talking so much.”

He grinned and suckled each one of her fingers as she closed her eyes with pleasure. After a moment, he lifted himself back over her, gazing into her liquid amber eyes as his fingers began probing her.

Jemma’s thighs parted wider as he inserted a finger into her, feeling the proof of her virginity immediately. He’d never bedded a virgin before and wondered if all virginal barriers felt as thick and tough as hers did. He was going to have to thrust hard to move past it and his heart sank a little; she was so tiny that he knew the pain was going to be excruciating.

She pressed into his hand as his finger moved in and out, making her wet and slick for his entry. He was nearly going mad with her response but he had to gauge himself and slow down, waiting until he was sure she was ready for him. He inserted two fingers, and then three, and her eyes came open in distant alarm.

“ ’Twill be easier this way, sweetheart,” he promised, kissing her face. “You know that there will be some pain.”

She nodded, feeling his thick fingers in her. “I know, but I dunna care. Come to me, Kieran.”

His composure slipped and he put both huge legs between her thighs, parting her own legs wide. He removed his fingers and began to apply pressure with his thick organ, firm and constant. She was so slippery that it was no time before he had gained about an inch or more of headway, her barrier the only thing standing in between him and heavenly pleasure.

Jemma, however, felt far too much pressure. There was no pleasure. Her fear was beginning to grow as he filled her full.

“Kieran….” she began fearfully.

He kissed her to shut off her protests. He had stopped his onslaught for the moment and when he felt her relax again and respond to his kisses, he drew back thrust hard into her, breaking through and nearly driving himself to the hilt.

Jemma whimpered, trying to move away from him, trying to escape the sensual assault. But he held her firmly, whispering to her in an even, soothing tone even as he began to move within her once again. But she had begun to cry and he stopped his movements, kissing her tears away.

“I am so sorry,” he whispered. “I know it hurts, sweet, I know.”

“I dunna want to do this anymore.”

“It’s all over, the pain is all over,” he kissed her gently. “Just lie there and enjoy it, now. Trust me.”

She shook her head and he laughed low, waiting a good long time for her to grow accustom to him before moving within her again.

She was small and tight and it was the most incredible pleasure he had ever known. Never in his life had a woman given him so much pure pleasure and he wished he could tell her that, but she probably would not understand. But more than that, he had claimed her for his own and never would another man mark what he had taken; she was his forever.

True, the stabbing pain had subsided but Jemma still felt as if she was being stuffed full. When he began to move, she tried to lie still and wait for it to end, but somewhere in the process a strange fire started low in her loins and she realized her legs were wrapping around him of their own accord. His hands gripped her buttocks and she was aware that her hips were grinding against his own. It was new and wonderful.

He was terribly heavy on her and he was aware of it. He suddenly stopped and held her to him, moving to sit back on his knees and putting Jemma on his lap, still embedded in her. He was afraid if he withdrew she’d never allow him in her again. But she sat on his thighs, gazing back at him with a seductive look and he was seized with lust and desire. His thick arm held her against him as his free hand sought out her large breasts, suckling her nipples as he began to pound into her again.

Jemma hung her head back, her hair tickling the tops of his thighs as she came to like the sensation of him inside her. He was huge and she felt a raw, but his big body wedged into her most private orifice was becoming a marvelous experience.

His thrusts became extremely forceful and he held her hips, his eyes focused on her bouncing breasts every time he drove into her. Jemma gripped his neck, letting him do all of the work because he knew exactly what he was doing, how to make her feel wickedly womanly. The fire in her loins, the pressure built into a peaking tingling sensation and suddenly she felt her whole body go stiff, a wildfire of turbulent pleasures rippling through her small body. Her mind went black, the only thing of any importance being this most electrifying excitement and she boldly wished for it to go on and on, to never end. She heard herself telling Kieran just that.

He felt her spasms and the erotic words that spilled forth from the delicious red mouth and was lost in a violent surge of thrusting, shooting his seed deep into her womb and groaning with satisfaction. Never, never in his life had he experienced something so completely satisfying, emotionally and physically. He was so content that he was shaken.

They clutched each other fiercely, for an eternity, neither one of them uttering a word. In faith, Jemma was still quite dazed as Kieran raised her face up to his.

“Are you all right?” he asked with a smile.

She nodded. “Aye.”

He pushed her hair off her face. “I am sorry it had to hurt so much. You know I would not hurt you for anything.”

“I know,” she said. “It passed and…I liked it.”

He laughed softly. “I know,” he said, his hands still in her hair. “Tell me you’ll marry me, Jemma.”

Her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. “Marry ye? Well…yes, of course, but when?”