careful. Soon gentleness faded, and the wash of delight transformed into restless longing that had her gasping and writhing. She buried her hands in the rumpled silk of his hair and stretched up for more of that fiendish delight. His tongue laved her nipple, then she started as his teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh. A ribbon of flame licked down from her breast to her constricting womb.
By the time he raised his head, she was quaking as if she had a fever. Her vision was misty with almost unbearable arousal.
"You have beautiful breasts, Selina. My dreams didn’t do you justice."
"My dreams didn’t do you justice either," she admitted, running her hand down the side of his face. He’d shaved before dinner, but now soft whiskers prickled her palm. "Please, I need you inside me. Don’t wait any longer. I ache for you."
His smile this time was tender. "Let me ease your need."
"You do," she said on an exhalation, angling her hips in unabashed demand. "I crave you."
He lifted himself on his elbows until he could see her face. His gaze unwavering, he pushed forward with a smoothness that still astonished her. This was their first day as lovers, yet there was no awkwardness, no jostling to find their connection. Instead, there was this transcendent closeness, as though every time Brock joined with her, he claimed her soul.
Her overstimulated body clenched into immediate climax, closing hard around him. As she rode out the turbulent waves, she cried out again and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
Brock groaned and buried his head in the curve of her neck, grazing her with his teeth. She was shuddering with reaction when Brock began to move, the powerful possession stoking her wild rapture.
Selina was breathless and trembling as she drifted down from the heights. Then to her amazement, response flickered to life once more, as Brock set up a deep, driving rhythm that crushed her into the bed. After such a climax, she would have thought rising to another so swiftly was impossible, but soon she was shaking. He kept moving within her, penetrating so deep that she felt he took ownership of every inch of her.
The next time, her womb contracted before she even recovered from the previous ascent. She rose to meet him, kissing him with all the passion she felt.
At last, his superhuman control showed signs of shredding. He groaned again and caught her hips, tilting her. The new angle fired off a fresh volley of fireworks. She moaned and clutched tight to Brock’s shoulders, slick with sweat.
As his movements grew choppy, she toppled over to take another flight among the stars. Through the raging oceans in her ears, she was vaguely aware of a deep, guttural sound coming from his throat.
He ripped himself away, shaking and sweating, and his body jerked over and over as he pumped his seed onto her bare stomach. She shivered with wanton excitement, as hot semen splattered across her skin.
Brock rolled to the side and collapsed beside her with a lengthy, broken groan that conveyed both weariness and completion. She slumped back against the rumpled sheets, boneless with exhaustion.
Selina supposed she should get up and wash. But she was as limp as a piece of wet string. She felt as if she’d flown into the center of the sun and dissolved into blinding light.
"I had no idea you could do that to me," she said in a croaky voice, once she’d recovered breath enough to speak. "I had no idea anyone could do that to me."
He flung one arm over his eyes, and his chest heaved as he struggled to fill his lungs. Had what they’d just done tested his limits, too? Surely not. "But you knew about pleasure."
The ecstatic daze receded, and she stiffened with wariness. "I…"
He lowered his arm and turned his head until he could see her. "You said Roderick had no idea how to give you a climax."
A grim smile turned down her lips. "He might have had some idea. But if he did, he never exerted himself to prove it." She paused as she thought back to those uncomfortable, disheartening encounters with her husband. "I wonder if he did know. The women he paid for sexual congress wouldn’t demand any particular consideration, I suspect."
"Yet he’s been the only man in your bed."
Selina frowned up at the stars and moons embroidered on the tester above the bed. "I told you he was." All of a sudden, she felt awkward. "Don’t you