Page 31 of His Wicked Embrace
He buried the pain deep down, trying not to think about the fact that no woman had ever made him feel this way before. And perhaps never wouldagain.
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Zehra’s hearthammered as Lawrence removed his trousers. The man was beautiful, every muscle defined far more than she’d ever expected; every part of him was toned. His skin was paler than hers, and she couldn’t help but imagine how it would look to see the two of them pressed together, skin toskin.
She had decided to seduce him, afraid he would never make the move if she did not, yet she hadn’t realized just how excited and afraid she would be. Fear now hummed at the edges of her consciousness, but it was overpowered by the intense excitement that rippled through her as her desire climbed higher andhigher.
He climbed up on the bed, fully exposed now, and she couldn’t help but fixate on his erect shaft. No book she’d ever read had prepared her for this. A wave of panic subsided as he lay beside her, rather than on top of her. He cupped her face in his hand and kissed her, making her worries fade into nothing. He was a master of kisses—no two were the same. Each one sent her pulse skittering and her mind spinning in deliciouscircles.
“Feeling better?” heasked.
“Yes… How did youknow?”
Lawrence chuckled. “You had the look of a skittish horse just now. We can take this as slow as you like. I promise.” His hazel eyes twinkled as he brushed his knuckles over her cheek before he began to kiss herthroat.
“You know just what to say to make a lady feel comforted,” she confessed with a shy smile. “I wanted to be bold for you. But having never done this before, I am also afraid to make amistake.”
He chuckled. “A lady never makes mistakes in bed—only men can do that. All I want is for you to be yourself. There is only you and me in this bedtonight.”
Zehra nodded, her heart filling with warmth. “Only us,” she echoed. This man was perfect—a perfect gentleman, a perfect rogue, a perfectlover.
He nuzzled her cheek and left another lingering kiss upon her lips that sent her body and heart soaring. “Yes, onlyus.”
She sucked in a breath as he reached her breasts, taking one nipple and sucking on it until it was a hardened nub. Zehra arched her back, moaning as he cupped her other breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple before gently pinching it between hisfingers.
“Lawrence!” she gasped. Zehra gripped his hair, tugging on the strands. His warm laughter made a dark, wonderful heat build inside her, and her thighsquivered.
“Close your eyes and justfeel,” he murmured as he began to kiss his way down herbody.
His powerful hands were surprisingly gentle as he pushed her thighs apart. She tensed, but he didn’t yet take her. She relaxed, closing her eyes. A second later, his mouth was on her mound, his tongue licking her folds. Zehra jolted and cried out as exquisite pleasure suddenly roared through her. Everything seemed to explode in waves of fire before she came down from the height ofecstasy.
“Was that it?” sheasked.
He chuckled. “Merely the beginning.” Zehra opened her eyes to see him grinning wickedly at her from between her thighs. Lawrence pushed one finger into her, and she watched in amazement as he played with her, stroking, thrusting, swirling. The sensations his touch evoked were beyond words. The intensity, the rippling frissons beneath her skin, like a thousand tiny bolts of lightning, left her weak and trembling. His intense eyes burned into hers as he seemed to seek out those spots that made her tremble and burn evenhotter.
“Lord, you are beautiful,” he whispered, his tonereverent.
He was driving her mad with his touch. The pleasure that had built so fast the first time now crept up slowly on her, but it was unbearable. She needed some kind ofrelease.
“Please, Lawrence. You’ve teased me long enough.” She wiggled on the bed, trying to sit up, but he moved then, sliding between her thighs, his arms caging her shoulders. He gazed down ather.
“Are you ready forme?”
She lifted her chin and smiled up at him. “For you, I amready.”
Lawrence brushed his cheek against hers before pressing faint kisses on her lips. He deepened their kiss as he came into her and began tothrust.
The feel of him pressing into her, merging with her, was unlike anything Zehra could have imagined. There was a slight moment of pain, but it faded as Lawrence pushed deeper. Seconds later his kiss turned harder, but Zehra enjoyed it. She dug her nails into his back, clawing at him as his hips moved back and forth. It was the most wondrous thing she’d ever experienced, the joy of their bodies, the heat of their skin, and the beat of her heart pulsing as pleasure rippled through her entirebody.
Stars burst across her eyes and she let out a whimper as her body went blessedly limp. Above her, Lawrence breathed her name, kissed her, and with one last thrust went still. He continued to place featherlight kisses upon her lips as she closed hereyes.
Zehra could have died in that moment from pure contentment. She felt such exquisite bliss in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Every fear, every worry—nothing could destroy the sense of passion and safety she felt in thatmoment.
“How do you feel?” he asked. His breath stirred a lock of hair close to her ear. It tickled, and she couldn’t help butlaugh.
“Wonderful, truly wonderful. And you?” She held her breath, afraid to hope he might feel the sameway.
“Simply wonderful.” He lifted his head to smile ather.
