Page 70 of The Danger of Desire
He nipped her lower lip. “Why? Because of my reputation?”
“Yes. And the fact that you can... have anyone you want.”
“Not anyone.” He freed her other breast. “I gainedyouonly by default.”
As he bent to lave her with his tongue, she threaded her fingers through his luscious hair. “That’s not true. If you’d offered for me at any point—”
“You would have accepted? Never.” He tugged gently at her nipple with his teeth, shooting lusciously wanton sensations throughout her body. “You’re too stubborn... to go easily.”
“Yet I’m here now.” She clutched him against her breast. “With you.”
“Thank God. I don’t think I could have borne another day without making you mine.” He delved deeper inside her with his finger while his thumb fondled her at a different spot, making her squirm at the delicious thrills coursing through her. “You’re so hot and wet for me, dearling. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she murmured. His finger in her wasn’t enough, though she wasn’t sure why. “Make me your wife.”
With a growl, he shifted their bodies so he could ease his rigid cock inside her.
My oh my. That was... different. It fit better than she’d expected. She was plenty aware of its size and girth, of the strange feeling of having something foreign thrust up inside her. But that warred with the satisfaction at having him joined to her at last.
There was a quick piercing discomfort, so fleeting she hardly noticed. And then Warren was filling her to the brim, giving her all of himself.
“Heavens,” she gasped, swept up in the acute pain-pleasure of having him buried inside her. She wished he’d withdraw, then wished he wouldn’t.
He stopped moving entirely. “Are you all right?”
She didn’t know how to answer.All rightwasn’t exactly how she’d describe how it felt. Invasive. Fascinating.Intimate.“I—I think so.”
“It will get better, I swear.”
Better?
Next thing she knew, he was drawing out, then coming in again with slow, steady strokes that made her pulse beat a rapid tattoo. At first she felt dragged upon a journey she didn’t understand. She told herself it was enough to be here with him beneath the azure sky dotted with clouds. To know he would be her husband. Forever.
Then he pulled her a bit more forward on the table and caught her behind her knees to urge her legs around his waist. “Tuck your heels behind my thighs, dearling,” he urged her.
She did so, giving a little gasp of delight when that sensitive spot between her legs bumped squarely against him.
That’s when everything changed. This time when he drove inside her, it sent a frisson of pleasure echoing through her. He did it again and again, changing the journey into a thundering rush into the unknown, where he was driving her forward with thrust after thrust against the part of her that craved his touch.
“Ohhh...” That’s what he’d meant bybetter. “That is...”
“Incredible?” he breathed. “Because that’s how... you feel to me.”
“Yes. Oh yes.” Incredible and astonishing and beyond anything she’d ever known.
She fisted her hands in his shirt to hold him close as her body rose to meet his. The more he pounded into her, the more the world shrank until the only thing in it was her and Warren barreling forward. Together. Inextricably joined.
Soon all she knew was the rasp of his whiskers, his rapid breaths against her cheek... the ache in her heart to have the whole of him. It was mad and rash and she wanted it to go on and on...
“My lovely... amazing... wife. You belong tomenow,” he growled against her throat.
His possessive words delighted her. But they weren’t enough. She needed him to behersas well.
She’d make him hers if she had to seduce him every hour of every day for a month. “You belong to me, too,” she hissed against his ear. “Promise me.”
He choked out a laugh. “Yes, wife. Whatever you want.”
His caresses grew rougher, sweeter, until a roaring filled her ears and her body surged up and on, and she felt as if she were almost at the end... of her journey.
