Lover Be Mine A Legendary Lovers Novel - By Nicole Jordan Page 0,74
weight, he settled between her thighs and began easing the velvet smooth head of his manhood inside her.
Sophie tensed as his hard flesh penetrated her, so Jack halted. She could feel the gentle kisses he was pressing over her face, feel his breath hot and soft on her skin.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No … not much.” There was only a slight burning where his flesh met hers.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No! No,” she repeated with certainty.
With infinite care he pressed farther until he was seated fully inside her. Then he held himself completely still.
After another long moment, she stirred her hips, tentatively, testing. The discomfort was definitely fading, enough that Sophie opened her eyes to look up at Jack.
His eyes had gone black with desire, but he gently brushed a curl from her cheek. “Better now?”
“Much better.”
His smile held infinite tenderness as he slowly began to move inside her. Sophie felt heat rising again. He kept up the languid, deliberate rhythm, coaxing her with his hard body, until urgent longing began to clamor at her senses. When Jack kissed her again, her mouth met his, matched his, mated with his, just as their bodies were doing. She clung to him, desperate to assuage the terrible longing, to get as close to him as possible.
It was not long before the flames he ignited grew into a shattering explosion that showered her with burning embers. Sophie felt wave after wave of fire wash over her helpless body … scorching sensations so vibrant, so riotously sweet, they hurt with their intensity.
Her head thrashing frantically on the pillow, she dug her fingers into his shoulders while hearing her own rasping cries of bliss.
At her quaking, Jack’s hand rose to cradle her throat, soothing her thundering pulse with his calming touch, while his mouth feathered light, tender kisses over her face.
When her final tremors faded, Jack allowed himself to seek his own release, his hips thrusting slowly, with carefully controlled power. Just as his body began shuddering, he withdrew from her and spilled his seed against her thigh.
In the breathless aftermath, Jack gathered her to him. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath her cheek as her own pounding heart slowed.
“Are you certain I didn’t hurt you?” he asked at last.
“Very certain.” She’d been lost in the fire and wonder of him.
He didn’t appear to believe her, however, when he drew back to search her face.
Sophie curled her fingers in his tousled hair. “Honestly, Jack … you just gave me the most amazing experience of my life. How could I possibly have any regrets?”
He let out the breath he’d been holding and touched her face with his fingertips. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”
She didn’t always know. She was only relying on her instincts to peel back the many complex, warring layers of Jack Wilde. And she was succeeding. He pretended not to care, but she was winning his cautious trust, she was convinced.
He rose and washed before returning to the bed with a dampened cloth for the insides of her thighs. When he used it on her, Sophie’s cheeks heated with embarrassment. Yet after what had just passed between them, his ministrations were rather tame, she supposed.
Tossing the cloth aside, he rejoined her in the bed and pulled her into his arms. In the hush afterward, Sophie lay there replete and contented, but her mind was far from still.
She had told Jack the absolute truth. She had no regrets at all about mating with him. Her only regret was pushing him to face his father. She didn’t know what he would decide in the morning, but she realized he couldn’t stay here any longer. Confronting the prince was only dredging up all the pain and bitterness of his childhood.
He’d suffered more than enough hurt already.
A fresh wave of tenderness swept through her as she remembered Jack’s account of losing his beloved mother and his brutal captivity afterward. Sophie felt an overwhelming need to draw him closer, to shelter him from harm.
How did you survive? she thought compassionately. How did you become such a tender, generous man? Her lips pressed a kiss to his shoulder as she asked a final silent question. How could you doubt that I want you?
He’d given her a taste of something powerful and profound. Something more wondrous than she’d ever dreamed of. Indeed, he’d given her the most exciting adventure of her life.