Page 105 of The Miracle of Love
Deklan laughed. “Oh, love. Trust me, we shall fit.”
She wasn’t certain.
But women had been amenable to coupling since the dawn of time. Too amenable, if what she’d been warned was accurate. Hence the need for vigilant chaperones. Few would be eager to toss caution to the wind if the act were something unpleasant.
She decided to have faith in his assurance.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to bed, settling her gently atop the mattress.
“Grace, we can take it slow. I needn’t–”
She stopped him with a kiss. “I am not a porcelain doll. If you must know, I am in a low brain frenzy over you at this very moment. I did not realize ladies could feel this way, but they must. Does it mean I have two brains? The unthinking one is now firmly in charge and all it wants is you.”
“Blessed saints, I have been in a taut coil of agony over you ever since we first met.” He eased her onto her back and settled his large frame over her, propping on his elbows to avoid crushing her with his weight while he positioned himself between her legs.
She did not mind at all.
In fact, she liked their intimacy and found it most arousing.
“I love you, Grace,” he said, his voice ragged and raspy as he prepared to claim her for his own. But she needed little encouragement. She was eager for him the moment he touched her.
Her response seemed to please him and he quickly fell into a gentle rhythm with his first cautious thrusts.
She felt a pull and a pinch.
“Love,” he said with concern, wanting to withdraw when she cried out softly.
She held him back. “You didn’t hurt me. It was the enormity of the moment. We are now bound in heart and body as husband and wife.”
His tension eased and he smiled. “Forever, my beautiful Grace.”
He tried to proceed slowly, but Grace wanted all of him and no halfway measures would satisfy her. Deklan was a beast who survived on feral instinct. Rugged and untamed. He wanted to be gentle with her, but she wanted his savage heat.
She wanted her leopard.
Lean. Powerful. Dangerous.
Not the civilized shell of him.
He was never meant to be tugged on a leash.
Nor was she afraid of setting him loose, for she was his mate and he would always come home to her. He would always protect her and never be the one to hurt her.
She cried out again as he seemed to know what would pleasure her and took command of her body with kisses and more determined thrusts. The pressure began to build inside her, for they were kindling to each other and together created a perfect flame.
She clasped his shoulders, needing him to anchor her as a blazing heat suddenly tore through her and scorched her soul.
This man ensorcelled her, turned her molten.
Hot, liquid lava streamed through her.
She called his name, cried it out in a string of breathless moans.
He wrapped his arms around her, his embrace exquisitely tender. “Grace, I am wild for you.”
His voice was still raspy and hardly recognizable as he soon joined her in the flames, the liquid heat of him thick and explosive as he poured himself into her.
For Grace, the moment lasted forever and at the same time was too short.
