Forbidden Heart (Hearts of the Highlands #6) - Paula Quinn Page 0,94
length with a quick upward rub.
Her legs tried to close.
“I willna hurt ye, my love,” he whispered and set her hands free.
She rested her palms on his chest and sat up on him.
His smile of complete seduction singed her nerves.
With his cock firmly between her thighs, he stroked her with himself until both their muscles trembled. He curled his arm around her and pulled her down for a kiss. His mouth ravished her, her chin, her throat while his hand pressed her lower back closer against him.
She felt his heartbeat hard and fast against her, growing even faster. He closed his eyes and wet his lips with his tongue.
He guided Silene over him in a sensual dance.
She closed her eyes, but her fears were drowned in his seed, shooting into her, onto her.
He fit his hand between them and took hold of himself while he stared into her eyes. He pushed the head of his erection against her wet entrance.
She wanted him. All of him. She wanted this intimacy with him. She kept her breath slow and steady while he pushed deeper and deeper, opening her. He retreated slowly, leaving her gasping. He was big and forceful without forcing her. He pained her—but just a little. Instead of simply ramming his way inside her, he withdrew, letting her feel the length of half of him.
He returned and thrust softly, slower, breaking her barrier and filling her again.
While he spilled more of himself into her, he remained deadly still, not letting himself fully enjoy her yet.
Well, Silene thought, she wouldn’t have that.
She already knew what felt good to her and what was still painful.
She kissed him and took him deeper until she felt his hilt. She let him move her the way he liked. In. Out. In. Out. Both, sleek and swollen.
Something began in her like a force she could not fight. She didn’t want to. It was as if a hundred waves were rushing over her. Her body tightened and quaked. The waves built to a towering tidal wave with her on top.
She rode it faster, her muscles, taut and shaking. She cried out in painful ecstasy and looked at him for assurance that this was normal.
He was in the same ecstasy as she, filling her over and over, until he threw up his arms as if in surrender.
She trailed her palms down his arms before she withdrew and rolled off him.
“Ye play with fire, lass,” he said huskily. “I will roll ye over on yer belly and take ye from behind.”
She laughed, believing him to be boasting about what his spent body could do—and then she was on her belly and he was on top of her.
He had to keep in mind that her body was untried until tonight. He wanted to have her from every angle. His body was well honed. He didn’t need much rest, and besides, he never wanted the night to end.
He spread her knees with his and leaned down to whisper in her ear how she made him feel. He loved her and he told her so as he found her entrance and pushed.
She closed her eyes and cried out into the blankets as she grew wet for him again.
He moved slowly, surging against her, lifting her, pressing her down, retreating, his heavy breath falling on her ear, her neck.
He never wanted to leave her body. He’d been with other lasses before his vow. He’d had no idea what love was.
Coming together in the past was nothing like this. No lass he’d ever met or spoken to was like Silene. His heart was hers and it would be hers until the end of his days.
Wanting to look at her, he rose up to turn her beneath him. He lifted one of her legs and put it around him. He almost slipped out and thrust himself back in.
Her eyes opened wide and she crossed her arms over her chest.
He’d already seen her lithe body and she was being overly aware of it now? He smiled and instead of telling her how lovely and perfect she was to him, he wanted to show her.
He heaved himself into her once, twice, three times, until her arms uncrossed and curled around his neck.
He gazed into her eyes. Somehow, he, a soldier who had killed many on the battlefield, had won the heart of Silene Sparrow.
He didn’t care how. He was glad he had.
“Am I hurtin’ ye, lass?” he asked on a tender whisper as he moved inside her.