Page 61 of Unholy Gambit: Checkmate in Blood
Until he couldn’t sit still any longer, and he tilted her back down, flat on the plush rug.
He stroked her breasts, fondled a nipple, ran his hand down her flat belly to her mons, dipped into her folds.
One finger. Two. She was slick, easing the way, and he curled his fingers, brushed his thumb over her clit.
In and out with his fingers while he stimulated her clit, and thirty seconds later, she bucked in his palm. Her hips moved once. Twice. He sped with his hand, and she came unglued for him, her second orgasm harder, sharper, more desperate. She gasped and clenched, her breath fluttering.
His experience with virgins told him this was the time. No rest. No coming down from the lusty high.
He rose over her in silence.Meditation from Thaisstill playing softly in the background, the gentle crackling of the fire, and her racing heart were all he could hear.
He guided himself to her entrance, rubbed the head against her slowly, gently, feeling how her body opened for him — not wide, not yet, but enough.
He braced himself with one hand, cradled her face with the other, and pressed inside her heat.
Measured. Slow. He paused when her body tensed, waiting for her to relax and accept him, and then he moved into her a little more.
Breath by breath, he slid deeper, watching her face. Breathing in the spicy sweet scent of her arousal.
Her hands gripped his arms, and his body pressed against hers, all the way now. Full. Firm.
Still.
He didn’t thrust. Didn’t rock.
He juststayed, letting her feel every inch of him. Letting her body know him. Adjust to him.
The fire crackled behind him.
Her legs lifted, heels slipping against the rug, and he began to move — slow and deep.
No words.
No performance.
Just sensation and reverence and the truth of her body under his.
* * * *
Aury’s legs wrapped around his waist almost without thought, drawing him deeper. The fullness made her ache in ways she didn’t have words for — a little pain, but it was a good pain. Stretched.Filled.
As if her body had been waiting for this shape, this rhythm, for years.
Filled. Not just with his cock that split her so wide she thought she might go crazy with lust, but withhim. With his very presence, his willpower, his love, his caring, his strength.
Every inch of him stroked something hot and secret inside her. Heat rolled up from her belly, curled through her spine, gathered behind her ribs.
He moved slow, deep, controlled.
She couldn’t stop watching his face. The way his brows pulled tight with focus, the way his jaw tensed each time he slid home, like he was keeping himself tethered with every ounce of restraint he could manage.
His lips brushed her throat. Her pulse. His tongue traced a path on the side of her neck, and he telepathed,I want you inside me, too, my dear Aurélie, but only when you’re ready…
She suddenlyneededto be inside him. She’d wanted this moment from the start. She wanted to feed him. Nourish him.
Yes, she telepathed, and then decided it needed to be said out loud, where God and everyone could hear. “Drink from me. I want to be inside you.Please.”
He kissed her collarbone. Higher. Higher — andbit.
