Page 56 of The Lyon Whisperer
Chase’s breath came in harsh gasps. “Part your legs for me, sweetheart. Let me touch you.”
She obeyed without hesitation, wanting what only he could give. A moment later, he pressed one deliciously cool finger into her channel, stretching her as his thumb found that cresting nub and circled it, gently, slowly, so slowly.
Her insides turned liquid, like hot, melted wax. Tremors vibrated through her. She arched up, pressing herself into his intoxicating touch and parting her legs in wanton invitation.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Open for me.” His words came out a harsh whisper that reached inside her, tightening her like a spring. “Come for me, darling. Let yourself go.”
In the next instant, pleasure exploded through her, powerful as lightning, bright as a morning sunrise. A low moan poured from deep inside her, and his mouth claimed hers, swallowing her cries.
She wrapped her arms around his muscular neck and held on for dear life.
When she was spent and utterly boneless, she collapsed onto the mattress.
Chase cupped her face between damp palms and took her mouth in a kiss both tender and claiming as he eased his manhood into her. An inch. Two. “God. So tight,” he said in a husky growl.
He was right. He was far too large, she realized. It would never work. Surely he should know.
He pressed in a little further.
Her eyes snapped open and her legs tried to squeeze shut as if of their own accord. “Chase?”
His face was a rigid mask, as if he carried a heavy load. “Yes?” he gritted out.
“I think this may not work.” Sheknewit would not.
He issued a harsh bark of laughter. “Trust me, it will work, and it will improve over time.”
She pressed her lips together, unconvinced, but disinclined to argue after the incredible intimacy they’d shared.
He pushed further into her.
She shifted, trying to accommodate herself to his size.
“No,don’t…” He sucked in a breath as his body shuddered convulsively atop hers and his hips surged forward, sheathing his pulsing erection inside her in one swift move.
She yelped in alarm—and pain.
He lay still, his body melded to hers, his face pressed into the mattress, his breaths coming in harsh rasps.
Amelia refrained from stating the obvious. She’d been quite correct. He was clearly far too large for her. “Are we finished now?”
He groaned and began to ease himself out of her.
Then, just as slowly, sank himself inside her again.
A tear squeezed out of her eye.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nodded. It all made sense now. The whispers about a woman’s duty. No one had ever told her lovemaking hurt. To be fair, no one had told her the wonder of it, either. She patted his sweat dampened back and did her best to reassure him. “It’s all right.”
He grunted and continued his slow and steady rhythm, sinking into her, easing out.
Through the slits of her clenched eyelids, she could see how the effort cost him all over his tortured face.
Actually, it did not hurt anymore. It felt—not exactly good, but there was something nice about the friction of their joining. A sense of connection to Chase, unlike any she’d ever known, welled up within her, filling her heart to an almost unbearable degree. Needing to be closer, she twined her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips, and arched up to kiss him.
Another convulsion gripped him as he pistoned into her in one powerful thrust and his body went taut. A moment later, he collapsed atop her, breathing hard.
