her, he vowed as he stretched out beside her. He would treat her as the treasure she was, make her feel so special she would never doubt his determination to protect her.
Heat radiated from her, enveloping him, but still she shivered.
“Scared?” he asked.
“Blissful.”
“I want to make you feel even better.” Wanting to urge her back into that state of total arousal, he gave her another kiss, seeking, tasting, taking, giving. Finally, she needed more—she needed everything. Yet still he only caressed her face, toyed with the ends of her hair. He traced the line of her shoulders. Every touch was innocent, yet strategic.
“Solo,” she finally said, a command.
“Yes,” he replied, a promise.
“More.”
Exactly what he’d been waiting for. He explored her the way he’d longed to do from the start, leaving no part of her untouched. He learned her. He enjoyed her, this sweet, vulnerable girl with a heart more exquisite than diamonds. He licked and laved at the scars on her legs.
“So beautiful,” he told her. “So perfect.”
“Me? You’re the beautiful and perfect one.”
When she looked at him with pleasure and passion and need in her eyes, he felt like the handsome prince he’d wanted to be as a little boy. “You would not change anything about me.” A statement, not a question.
“Only if you wanted to leave this bed before we actually got to the good stuff!”
He chuckled. Humor. In sex. He had never known it was possible. But then, he’d never been with a woman like her, a woman of love and light. “I’ll show you the good stuff,” he growled with mock ferocity.
He set out to do just that. His own need should have overpowered him, should have driven him to hurry, but this was too important to rush, he craved her satisfaction too desperately, was so determined to make this a memory she would cherish for the rest of her life, that he was careful to study her reactions.
When she gasped, he knew she liked what he was doing.
When she moaned, he knew she really liked what he was doing.
But when she writhed, he knew he owned her.
All the while, she kneaded and scratched at his back. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him, seemed to need him, some part of him, and grabbed his hand and sucked his fingers into her mouth.
He nearly burst out of his skin. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Pleeease.”
She’d stolen the word right out of his head. “I need to grab the condom. I’m safe, I’m clean, but we don’t want to risk a baby.”
“No. I want to feel you. Only you. Just this first time.”
Oh, yes. She was surely plucking the words out of his mind. He knew the risk, just as he’d told her, but he couldn’t seem to make himself care just then.
He shifted into position, getting ready, but not taking her. Not yet. She wrapped her legs around him, and their lips met in another fevered kiss. Finally he moved forward. He meant to be gentle, but as small as she was he had to exert more pressure than he’d intended. She gasped when he at last slid home, her body jolting from the shock of his invasion.
“Okay?” he gritted.
“Yessss,” she said on a moan.
Then he’d done his job, had prepared her properly. As he moved against her, she offered another moan and gave him more than he’d ever imagined possible, nothing withheld. She surrounded him, clasped at him, breathed in his ear, shouted his name, arched into him, moved with him, cried out, pulled his hair, scratched at his back some more, kissed and kissed and kissed him. And when he knew she verged on losing her breath, he lifted his head and peered in her eyes. Deep, so deep.
“Vika,” he intoned. “I’m going to give you everything I have to give, this I vow to you, and you’re going to like it. Vow it to me.”
“Solo, darling, Solo.” Her trembling increased. “I vow it. And I’ll give you everything. Everything I have.”
“Make you so happy you said that.” As he kissed her and claimed her, he went a step beyond what he’d promised, giving her all that he would ever be. She was everything he’d ever wanted, everything he’d thought he would never have, and she began to gasp his name, over and over, calling to him, drawing him ever deeper.
As her back bowed off the bed, she shouted with the force of her release. He felt her relief, and lost the rest