Page 78 of The Bastard's Iberian Bride
He eased himself in. It was so tight, so tight. Bink closed his eyes, paused and went deeper.
His shaft hit her maidenhead and he halted.
She planted her small feet on his arse and squeezed, and the shock sent him plunging, burying himself deep in her softness.
Beneath him, she’d gone still as death, and when he looked, her face had wrinkled into a fierce grimace.
Remorse swirled around the frantic need to explode, the confusing, disturbing guilt of a necessary hurt.
“I’m so sorry, love.” He kissed her hair. “So sorry. So sorry. It won’t pain you again.”
She turned her face to his and took his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Kiss me,” she murmured.
He did, pouring all of the passion that should be happening below into the kiss, waiting for what he knew not.
And finally, her legs unwound from him, her hips rolled. He braced on his elbows, and lifted her to him, and one, two, three thrusts, and he exploded, all the pleasure of this sweet universe of Paulette throbbing through him.
Paulette clungto him as he rolled to his back and she found herself straddling him. She rested her head on his chest and heard his great heart pounding.
Pleasure still hummed in her, leaving her lightheaded and still throbbing below where the pain of his splitting her had soon enough passed. She felt itchy and needy for more.
And he was still, somehow, inside her, though not as he had been.
She pressed the tips of her fingers against his arm, where warm skin covered muscles like hardened oak. His shaft must be like that. “It will not hurt again, they say.”
His hand stroked her back. “No. Not if we take time to prepare you.”
She lifted her head and framed his face with her hands, raking the nails of her thumbs through the bristles. “I like the way this feels.”
His eyes gleamed golden in the candlelight. “So do I.”
“Is that how it is done? Preparing a woman?”
His eyes went to slits and his lips curved up. She felt a movement inside her and wondered if she should get off him.
“It’s one way.”
“What are the others?”
“There’s the kissing. You like that.”
“Yes.”
“It gets your juices flowing.”
Juices?She sat up and his eyes jerked wide, his mouth dropped.
And he moved again inside her. He was growing hard again.
He pulled another pillow under his head and began touching her breasts. Pleasure unfurled in her anew, pleasure and a feeling of power. He liked her breasts.
She leaned closer to hold him.
“No.” He nudged her back, stroking her skin. “I want to look. I want to watch.”
Hot warmth coursed through her.
“Don’t be bashful. Never with me.” He lifted his head and put his lips to her breast and the pleasure shot straight to her loins.
