Promised to the Swedish Prince - Sasha Cottman Page 0,58

as far as she could on the narrow mattress, opening her legs as Christian climbed on and rose over her. Her back arched as he slipped a thumb into her wet heat and began to stroke. She gripped the bedcovers and closed her eyes.

“Christian,” she panted.

Touching herself this way had always been satisfying but having the man who loved her doing so was divine. It was as if Christian had been given a map to all the most secret of her pleasure spots and he was now taking his time exploring each one. It was tempting to let him bring to her to completion this way, but she needed more. “Please, Christian. I want you.”

He withdrew his hand and taking hold of his cock, gave it several quick pumps. It was rock hard when she reached out and ran her fingers down its length once more.

“I think you are ready for me. Now try and relax—this might be a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise to make it good. And then when we do it again it will be amazing,” he said.

She would have said something about him being prideful and making a jest of his remark, but her mind was captured by the sensation of Christian pushing slowly into her. Her body tensed and she closed her eyes in an effort to relax and not think of the pain she had been told would come with her first time.

“Look at me, Erika,” he said.

As her eyelids fluttered open, her gaze took in the tenderness of his face.

Love shone in Christian’s eyes. “From this moment on, there is only us. Never doubt my love for you or my fidelity.”

Trust Christian to say the exact words she needed to hear. To know that it would be just them, no one else. That no matter what, he would be true to her. His lips brushed against hers in a soft, loving kiss.

“It has only ever been you,” she whispered.

He pushed in farther, then with one last thrust, he was fully seated within her body. He let out a sigh. “You have no idea how long I have wanted you. To take you and make you mine. And now you are.”

His hips began a slow rolling motion as he worked his cock into her. Erika’s gaze remained fixed on Christian’s face, studying the passion which was etched in his features. Watching him make love to her was endlessly fascinating—she could have done it forever.

Slipping a hand between them, he rubbed her sensitive nib, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She was close to release.

“Christian,” she sobbed.

He picked up the pace, thrusting into her faster, gripping the side of her hips as he ground the base of his hard erection against her. The overwhelming pressure built higher and higher. Erika closed her eyes, and in an instant her world shattered.

As wave after wave of orgasm hit, Christian silenced her cries of ecstasy with his mouth. He pounded into her, and it was all Erika could do just to hold on and let him take her. This was wild, raw and everything she had ever hoped sex could be.

He thrust in deeply one last time, then growled, “Erika, oh god,” before collapsing on top of her.

Christian was finally hers.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him as a slow smiled reached her lips. They had done it. If this first time was supposed to only be good, she couldn’t wait until they did it again.

They settled together under the blankets, cocooned in the tiny bed. Christian lay on his back, with Erika slumped across his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat pulsed against her cheek.

His fingers toyed with her hair. “Tomorrow morning, we will have to go and see a few people.”

Erika lifted her head and met his gaze. Her father would of course be one of them. She wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if Christian had got straight out of bed after having made love to her, quickly dressed and gone to speak with the count. She was glad he didn’t. “Apart from Pappa, who else do we need to speak to?”

“The Reverend Ferrner for a start. He will need time to make the wedding arrangements at the church. And then Baron von Rehausen to make sure we have his blessing on behalf of the king,” he replied.

Typical of Christian that he wasn’t going to waste any time in getting matters between them formalized. She loved that he