Page 61 of The Dangerous Love of a Rogue
After a moment, he kissed her brow, her nose, her cheekbone. He wanted to take the pain from her.
‘I love you, I do’ – he’d never known anything so precious.
When her body relaxed, he withdrew slowly. He had not been with a woman for a year, not since he decided Mary was his choice. He had waited a long time for today.
His friends would laugh if they knew how important she’d become to him. They had no idea he’d entirely abstained. But he was committed to her, as he wished her to be to him.
Pressing back in, he relished every sensation, preserving it to memory.
Her eyes closed.
If this was pain for her, it was heaven for him.
He withdrew and pressed in, cautiously, over and over again, trying not to hurt her any more than he had, but knowing the best cure for her pain was pleasure.
The candlelight cast light and shadow over her skin. Every contour of her face and her body was beautiful.
She opened her eyes and watched his face. The glaze in her eyes was from desire now, not wine. But he could see she did not understand why she felt like this.
He did not understand either. The emotion inside him made him feel like he would split in two as he held her gaze and swallowed back the lump in his throat.
‘Mary.’ Her name was a supplication, a promise – he idolised her.
Her hands held his shoulders. She had such a gentle touch.
‘Come again for me, sweetheart,’ he urged vocally as he moved.
Her blue irises shone like glass.
‘I love you,’ he repeated the words, his throat constricting with the emotion he could no longer hold back. Maybe it was true. Maybe it was not. He thought it was. But it was what she wished to hear and he would give her anything she wished, his heart was brim-full of her.
‘Our marriage will be a good one.’
Her eyes shimmered with tears.
‘Can you bear it if I move a little faster?’
She nodded.
‘I love you,’ he said again, working harder, moving more strongly and quickly.
‘And I you,’ she answered this time as she pressed up against his next invasion. ‘Mm…’
She licked her lips.
He worked with more skill, angling his movements for her pleasure. ‘Does it feel good now?’
Her blue eyes looked at him through a cloak of dark eyelashes and she nodded as her legs rose, and her thighs braced his hips, allowing him more depth.
He increased his intensity, pushing deep, fast and hard, forgetting her virginity and seeking bliss for them both as her breasts rocked with the force of his thrusts.
Her breath came in pants and her fingernails clawed into his back as her thighs fell open wider for him. She sighed with a whimpering sound. Then…
‘Andrew?’ Her eyes opened and her gaze clung to his, terrified for an instant as he took her to the edge. She hid nothing as she broke, crying out, her fingers clawing, her body arching into pleasure as sweat glistened gold on her skin in the candlelight.
Once, twice more, he thrust in hard, letting go of all restraint and thought. A third time, and then… he came to pieces – a wave crashing over the shore, a burst of rolling power. He had never experienced sex like this before. He held still, buried deep inside her as sensations ripped through him. He bit his tongue and shut his eyes.
When it was over, he laughed and tumbled to his back, pulling her over him. ‘Mary, you are my dream.’
