The Most Powerful Of Kings - Jackie Ashenden Page 0,32

produced a silver packet and ripped it open. Contraception, she realised. He dealt with it then stretched himself over her, lazy as the lion he was.

‘Now, then,’ he said, his voice thick with sensual heat. ‘Where were we? Ah, yes...’ His hips shifted between her thighs, the head of his sex nudging at hers. Then he slid his hands beneath her, cupping her bottom, tilting her. His gaze held hers, level and intense. ‘Are you ready for me, Anna?’

‘Yes.’ Excitement crowded in her throat, so intense she could barely force the word out.

He didn’t wait. As soon as the word had left her lips, his hips flexed and he was pushing into her, a deep, slow thrust that tore another gasp from her throat. But it wasn’t painful. No, strangely, despite what she’d heard, there was no pain at all. A vague kind of pull but then nothing but the feeling of her flesh parting for him, stretching around him. And it didn’t feel like an invasion so much as a welcoming.

As if she was welcoming him home.

She trembled slightly at the immensity of the feeling that was spreading out through her chest. Of having him so close, inside her, part of her. It made her feel honoured, in a strange way, that he would allow this kind of intimacy.

Especially when you’re not worthy of it.

Tears pricked at her eyes, and he stopped, deep inside her, looking down at her. ‘Did I hurt you?’ His voice sounded raw. ‘Upset you?’

She shook her head, for the moment unable to speak, because the strange feeling had closed her throat. Clearly, from the way he was looking at her, this kind of reaction wasn’t expected and it made her feel vulnerable in a way she hadn’t when he’d first undressed her and touched her.

She didn’t understand the feeling, so she reached up to him, took his face between her hands and drew his mouth down on hers, kissing him instead.

And then everything became a whole lot hotter and more desperate.

He began to move inside her, slow, deep thrusts that took hold of her desire and turned it sharper, a bright and intense pleasure moving through her.

She forgot her vulnerability. Forgot about worthiness or deserving. There was only him and the exquisite movement of his hips, the raw heat in his blue eyes, and the deep sounds of masculine pleasure that came from him every time he thrust.

It was amazing. She could barely stand it.

Anna wound her legs around his lean hips, following the rhythm he showed her, taking it and making it her own, lost to the intensity of the pleasure that gripped her.

And when the orgasm came, swelling inside her like a wave, she could only lie there staring up at him as it swept her up and drowned her in pleasure, making her cry his name aloud, holding onto him as if he were her anchor.

She was hardly aware of him moving faster, harder, his breathing as wild and as raw as hers, calling her name in answer, as he turned his face into her neck, and followed her into the tide.

Adonis tried to catch his breath and failed. The orgasm had felt like a cataclysm moving through him, a force of nature he couldn’t control. It had broken over his head like a thunderstorm and all he’d been able to do was lie there with his head turned against Anna’s skin, inhaling the scent of female arousal, lavender and sex, as pleasure blasted his world apart.

He couldn’t move and so he didn’t, shifting only so he wasn’t lying directly on top of her because she was small and he didn’t want to crush her.

Her own breathing was loud in his ear, a frantic, rushing sound that eventually slowed, the shaking in her body ebbing as the aftershocks faded, the hold she had on his shoulders loosening.

He felt raw and possessive and a little savage, none of which he should be feeling, and he found he’d pulled himself up to look at her, to see whether she was as wrecked as he was.

Her skin had gone a deep pink, curls of hair sticking to her forehead, the sheen of perspiration on her brow and in the hollow of her throat. Her eyes were very dark, her mouth full and red and swollen from his kisses.

Yes, he’d wrecked her. He’d wrecked her utterly.

The savage possessiveness gripped him tighter, along with a fierce satisfaction that absolutely should not have been there.

You cannot let