Page 41 of A Celtic Vow
His words might sound erotic enough, but there was also genuine concern. This was a big moment for her, and he would stop if she wasn’t ready.
“Feel more,” she moaned, yanking up her skirts the rest of the way, desperate. “Please, Aodh. No more talking. Thinking. Justfeeling.”
It seemed he was as desperate as her because he didn’t bother removing their clothes but came between her thighs and freed himself. Not to plunge into her as she’d hoped but to keep building her up to make sure she was ready. And she could fully admit the building up was amazing.Addicting. From the way he continued kissing her to how he rubbed his steaming, rock-hard length against the swollen, sensitive flesh between her thighs.
She felt like they were making love without actually having sex as he kept kissing her. Loving her with his mouth in a way that washed away the world. Dwindled everything down to just them. The immense pleasure she felt as she widened her legs and drowned in the feel of him moving against her without entering.
An act that had them both moaning in pleasure before he finally, at last, cupped her cheek, looked into her eyes, and pressed into her. She had imagined a hundred times over how losing her virginity might feel but never thought it would be quite like this.
“’Tis all right,” he said softly, misunderstanding the look of alarm in her eyes. “Just relax. Just—”
“I am,” she said hoarsely, sinking into the unbelievable sensation. “I’m here....”
She wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but it seemed he did because he kissed her again and kept pressing forward. Owned her flesh more and more as their kisses once again intensified. All she could feel was the pressure of his hard length stretching and filling her until he rested his forehead against hers, exhaled against her lips, and thrust so deep she cried out in alarmed pleasure.
He went perfectly still at that, proving yet again he wasn’t the monster he had seemed in her nightmares. Because her monster wouldn’t have cared if he hurt her. Her monster would have only cared about his own pleasure. His own needs.
“I am not that monster,” he managed. His eyes weren’t just filled with desire but love when they met hers again. “I am,do thine. Your fire.”
“I know,” she whispered, never more certain of anything. “Just like you’remo thine.” As if in response to her words, her skin warmed even more, as though her dragon reached out to his. “And I need you.” She shifted her hips enough to make both of their eyes drift in pleasure. “This.”
“And I ye.” He shifted his hips enough to make her body jolt in awareness. “This.”
His tender gaze never left her face as he began moving. Not hard and fast like she knew he wanted to but slowly at first. Deeply. His movements were minuscule but intense, then barely at all. They sent shockwaves all the way to her toes. Somewhere beyond orgasmic. More entrenched.
Soul deep.
Until he kissed her again and picked up his pace ever-so-slightly. Not fast, but painfully slow. His kisses became hard and hungry as he thrust into her so slowly that she growled against his lips and met his thrusts. Ground against him.
Needed him to move the way he really wanted to.
“You won’t break me,” she said through clenched teeth, digging her hand into his hair. She yanked a little, so she knew she had his attention. “I swear you won’t, Aodh.”
She had always envisioned losing her virginity as a gentle, wholly romantic moment, and they had covered that. Now she wanted more. All that she felt he was holding back. The intensity he kept at bay.
“Not this time,” he growled right back, his voice choppy with arousal. “Not to that degree.”
She had no chance to ask what he meant when he pinned her free hand over her head and thrust harder. Deeper. So deep she released his hair. When she did, he pinned her wrists together over her head and ground against her in a way that left groaning behind and made her cry out with every thrust.
It seemed he was right there with her because his features twisted into a hard sort of bliss. As though he were trying to hold back until she found fulfillment. Hold back as their skin glistened with sweat, the scent of desire wrapped around them, and pleasure grew like an impending tidal wave.
“Don’t hold back,” she tried to say, but words became impossible when fire seemed to flare over her skin, and she went sailing over an edge that had her roaring in a release she didn’t know she was capable of. Right there with her, Aodh gripped her wrists tighter, thrust hard one last time, and released a strangled groan that sounded half human, half animal before he let go.
She had seen to herself sexually over the years, but it was nothing like feeling the real thing. And most definitely, she imagined, like what it felt to have a man like Aodh bring her to peak. To feel what it was to have him let go inside her. She was so turned on by the sensation another orgasm rolled through her, and she shuddered again, only stronger.
“Hell,” he groaned in her ear, pressing deeper as though he couldn’t get enough of the way she made him feel. As if he wanted to bury his seed as deep as possible. As if he wanted it to take root.
“And what would ye think if it did?” he whispered hoarsely, clearly caught in the moment based on the way he kept thrusting just enough to keep her pleasure going. Enough to empty himself completely. “What would ye think if more came from this than coupling?”
“I would think he or she was God’s blessing,” she said easily enough. She’d never taken birth control because she didn’t have sex. “And you?”
“A gift from the gods, to be sure.” He cupped her cheek, met her eyes, and gave her more than she expected. “Mayhap a gift from both of our deities?”
“Perhaps,” she agreed, not entirely opposed to the idea. Not opposed to anything when it came to him. She made that clear, too, by kissing him again. Kissing him so deeply he swelled inside her once more.
“We should not,” he murmured against her lips. “Ye will be too sore if—”
“I don’t care how sore I’ll be.” She wrapped her legs around him to hold him in place and tugged at his tunic, wanting it gone. Needing to feel his flesh against hers.
