Page 79 of The Forbidden Lord
He broke off as she gazed up at him guiltily.
Every muscle in his body went taut. “You lied to me. Devil take it, you lied!”
She nodded, feeling more than a little relief that she needn’t pretend anymore. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“I think the damage … is done. But I can stop--”
“Don’t!” If he stopped, he might not see a reason to keep his end of the bargain. Desperately, she clutched at his hips, anchoring him to her. “Finish it, please. You promised!”
His eyes glittered bleakly. “But I’ve hurt you. I should have taken more care.”
“It always hurts the first time.”
“So they say,” he bit out.
She wriggled her hips a little, surprised that some of the pressure had eased. “Truly, it’s not so bad.”
He clamped his eyes as if in pain. “If you keep that up, I swear Iwillfinish it.”
“Good.” When his eyes shot open, tormented and still angry, she undulated against him and whispered, “I want you, Jordan. Virgin or no, I want you … so badly … please…”
The anger seemed to drain from him. “Then hold on, my darling. I’ll try not to hurt you anymore.”
Her only answer was to lean up and kiss him squarely on the lips. With a groan, he kissed her back, driving his tongue deep into her mouth as he began moving inside her again.
This time there was no pain, and the uncomfortable tightness seemed to ease even more. A sweet tension swelled inside her loins, like the one she’d felt when his mouth had caressed her. Asit grew, a restless need to swivel her hips against him overcame her.
When she did, he tore his lips from hers with a gasp. “Good God, Emily … such an innocent … and such a wanton. You are … amazing …”
“So are you.”
Amazing and wonderful. The feel of him inside her, driving into her, possessing her, was so incredible that she was glad, yes,glad, she’d given herself to him.
His gaze burned into her, possessive, fierce. “Now you truly are mine,” he rasped. “Mine. All mine.”
“Yes.” She would always be his, no matter what happened after this night. She could never be anyone else’s.
She clasped him to her, trying to memorize the feel of his slick skin, the faint, musky scent that clung to him, the unbelievable pleasure of his body fused to hers.My love, she thought, realizing with some sadness that it was true. She loved him. She’d always loved him. And after tomorrow, when it was all over, she would still love him.
But she couldn’t tell him. He didn’t want love or “any of that nonsense.” So instead she showed him, giving up her body to his hot thrusts, reveling in the way they sent her reeling into a mindless dream.
“My darling,” he whispered as he drove into her with an almost frantic pace. “Yes … yes, Emily …”
Then he plunged into her so deeply, she thought he’d reached the very center of her soul. And at that moment, the tension broke inside her with a burst of light and unbearable release. She was still arched against him, her fingers digging into his back, when he cried out her name and spilled himself inside her.
For a moment, the world ceased to exist. There were only two of them joined together, suspended in sweet intimacy.
Then he collapsed on top of her. And as she floated slowly back to consciousness, sated and rapt and near to swooning with pleasure, it dawned on her that it was over. Now. Forever. She would never have him again.
That’s when she turned her face aside and wept.
At first Jordan was conscious only of the most marvelous sense of fulfillment he’d ever experienced in his life. Emily was completely his. Despite his fears for her, she had entered into their lovemaking with an enthusiasm that was endearing. He felt sure he’d pleased her. God knows she’d pleased him.
He buried his face in her slender neck, marveling once more at the softness and delicate fineness of her skin. Then he heard the sobs.
She was crying! He pushed himself off her in alarm. Good God, he’d hurt her more than he realized!
Stretching out next to her, he cupped her cheek in one shaky hand. “I tried not to hurt you, darling. I’m so sorry.”
