An Unexpected Earl (Lords of the Armory #2) - Anna Harrington Page 0,74

a whimper of loss rose on her lips—only to turn into a soft mewling of anticipation when he reached between them to grasp his manhood and rub its round head against her folds. He circled her aching core until her wetness covered his tip, daring to dip deeper into her slick folds with each pass.

She squirmed beneath him, her body craving him with a primal need she couldn’t restrain. The pleasure he’d given her earlier was wonderful, yet she knew there was more to come. There would be his body inside hers, her body wrapped around his—the joining they’d always been meant to share.

“Amelia,” he whispered, tenderly kissing her forehead. He poised ready against the aching hollow at her core. The time for teasing was over.

“I want you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. “So very much…”

As his mouth captured hers, he lowered his hips. He pushed inside her with a single, smooth thrust that broke through the slight resistance of her maidenhead and plunged him fully inside her tight warmth.

For several long seconds he didn’t move, his body lying perfectly still over hers. The fleeting pinch of pain dissolved away until she was left with only the wonderful sensation of being filled completely as she cradled him between her thighs. Then, when he began to move inside her, he stroked into her so deeply yet so carefully that his tenderness took away what little breath she’d managed to regain.

Her heart ached that he was so concerned about her, that he was careful to keep his full weight from crushing her. That a man this large, muscular, and powerful should be so very gentle—emotion overcame her, and she buried her face against his neck.

His strokes slowly increased in their pace and intensity. Closing her eyes, she breathed deep his spicy scent and brushed her lips against his skin to taste the delicious flavor of him. She wanted to impress onto her mind forever the smell and taste of him, to brand onto her body the feel of him inside her.

But even this closeness wasn’t enough.

“Pearce, please.” She arched herself beneath him, instinctively, knowing that there was more of him to possess. “Stop holding back.”

He shook his head, his body tense with restraint as he panted out between labored breaths, “I don’t…want to…hurt you.”

“You won’t.” She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles at the small of his back. “Give yourself to me. I’ve waited too long already.”

She bit his bottom lip in wanton challenge.

A growl tore from him, and he thrust into her, the single stroke so powerful and deep that she gasped. But primal pleasure also surged through her, and she clung to him, welcoming both her own overwhelming rush of passion and his capitulation to the raw desire flaming between them.

His large hands closed over her hips, and he guided her into a fast, hard rhythm, lifting her hips to meet each plunge of his. Moans of need poured from her. She was unable to stop herself from crying them out, just as she was unable to stop her body from moving with his. They were joined completely now, body to body, soul to soul, and she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

The fire of release began to build inside her again, this time spreading out from low in her belly like a gathering storm. Each driving plunge of his hard body into hers sent a powerful jolt of yearning spinning through her, each retreat a devastating loss. She clasped her arms around his neck and simply held on as she felt herself running toward the fire, to sacrifice herself to the flames.

The storm broke over her, raining sparks and flames down upon her. Her release flashed like lightning, hot and just as electric. The pain of the past washed away until all she knew was bliss.

With one last thrust, he sank deep and held himself tightly against her. His body arched above hers as he poured himself into her, his buttocks squeezing to give up every last drop of his essence to her. Selfishly, she drank him in, refusing to surrender any part of him now that he was finally hers.

He collapsed onto the mattress beside her. She turned onto her side to continue to hold him, spent and shaking, in her arms. She couldn’t bring herself to release him and end this moment, not yet. Tears gathered at her lashes in stunned appreciation of how he was