yet the hard press of his shaft so close to her core was a little frightening as well. Such a curious thing, she thought, to feel so excited and afraid at the same time.
“I’m sorry, my darling,” he said against her lips as he shifted himself closer to her and his shaft now pressed just at the edge of her folds.
“For what?” she asked a second before he drove into her. Her twitching inner walls vibrated with panic as he breached her maidenhead. She cried out, digging her nails into his shoulder and biting her lip.
“Relax, my darling. Let your body adjust.” He held still, and she felt too full of him, of everything. It was almost hard to breathe.
“Is that the worst of it?”
“Yes, but when I move in a moment it may sting. I’m sorry if it does.” He sounded like he meant it, that he hated hurting her. Something stirred in her chest, something wonderful and full of light at the thought.
Letty tensed as he started to move. He cursed and stilled.
“Letty, sweetheart, if you do not relax, I won’t be able to move.”
“I don’t know how,” she admitted, then looked away in embarrassment.
Adam’s lips came down on hers, kissing her, nibbling at her playfully until she started to giggle and her legs widened and her inner muscles eased their rigid tension.
Now when he began to move, it stung, but not so terribly as she expected. She felt oddly empty as he left her body, but as he drove into her again, his shaft, now much like the arrow she’d been warned of, seemed to strike at the heart of her. How was that even possible?
He thrust over and over, the stinging fading away to something else entirely. Her lashes fluttered closed, but Adam commanded her to open her eyes.
“I want to see that sweet fire in your eyes as I take you,” he growled. His domination of her in that moment took her to a frightening new peak. This . . . this was the thing he’d been trying to tell her about. The secret battle of wills and pleasures that was sacred between two lovers. It was not something words could ever describe. It was dozens of complex emotions woven into a tapestry of pleasure, domination, and surrender. Of trust on both sides.
In some wild and wondrous way, she was both fully present with him, their flesh becoming one, yet also lost in some land where a shadowy lord claimed her as his own. Adam was both of these male presences, and she was fascinated, addicted to it, and to him.
He drove into her harder, his hips flexing as she moved her hands down his shoulders to his buttocks, gripping him, feeling his raw power as he filled her over and over.
Now she was the one in control as she gazed up at him and thrust her hips up, crashing them together more fiercely. Then something miraculous happened—that blinding pleasure hit her at the same instant it hit him.
He roared her name hard enough that the walls shook. He grew rigid, the tendons in his neck standing out as he gave himself up inside her. She felt him, wet, hot, filling her. They clung to each other in the aftermath, their bodies quaking.
Adam relaxed into her, his weight heavy but not unwelcome. Sweat dewed upon their bodies, and the chilled air of the inn began to cool them. He stirred long enough to pull the covers back up over them, but he remained inside her. He was not as hard as before, which left Letty curious, but she would ask him later to explain the mysteries of the male body.
“Now, I have finally claimed you.” Adam let out a rough chuckle before he kissed her temple and rolled them both over so they still lay fused together on their sides, facing each other.
“Perhaps it is I who have claimed you?” she replied, feeling her body still twitching around his. A thought occurred to her that at first brought joy, then fear.
Adam brushed the backs of his knuckles over her cheek.“What is it?”
“What if . . . What if I have a child from this night?”
Hurt darkened his stormy eyes.“You do not want my child?”
“I do, but I worry about its safety. We cannot run forever, not if we want to raise a child.”
Comprehension lit his eyes. “I wish I could say I would’ve pulled out of you and spilled my seed upon the sheets, but