Page 66 of The Viscount's Seduction
“Humans are a bit different.”
“Yes, of course.” She had no idea what he was talking about.
“Do you know how we’re different?” His hand had made its way down to her belly, where he was swirling circles. Another river of heat rushed through her privates.
She sighed. “We’re in a bed lying down.”
His fingers inched further down and touched the pleasure spot, the one she was not supposed to touch but sometimes did. “Yes, we’ll do this lying down tonight.”
He’d moved a bit further, pulling the thin muslin tight. Pleasure permeated the thin barrier and shot through her.
“This is so wicked,” she said.
“No. Nothing is wicked that brings pleasure between husband and wife.” He insinuated a hand between her legs, his fingertips exploring the entrance to her womb, still through the fabric barrier. He hooked his other arm beneath her head and dropped tickling kisses on her neck. “You are so wet,” he said.
“I’m sorry—”
His firm kiss stopped her talking, and it was just as well for the way his palm pressed against her pleasure spot, and his fingers found her entrance, and lips and tongue worked over her, she couldn’t think. Sorry she was if the wetness annoyed him, but surely it was his fault. Or—perhaps he didn’t mind it.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
She didn’t feel her skirts come up, didn’t realize he had raised them until she felt something enter her. She swept a hand over him, down his arm. He still lay facing her, his member rubbing hard against her side.
“That’s my finger,” he said against her ear. “Am I hurting you?”
His palm flattened and pleasure sparked through her. “No."
His fingers started a rhythm, and her hips danced along with them, completely out of her control, pushing, pushing against an ache that wasn’t human, only animal. She’d seen this with stallions but never the mares.
“Yes, love.” He kissed her cheek. “That’s it.” His tongue found her ear. “Come, Sirena. Come, my love.”
She turned to him, gripped his neck, and writhed against him. It was…there was… something…and something and…
Pleasure exploded in her, sweeping through her. She keened with the feel of it and held herself against him while it settled.
“That’s my girl,” he grunted, and pushed her legs apart.
He was going to enter her. She braced her feet and grabbed a fistful of the sheets.
“Don’t be afraid.”
“It hurts, they say.”
“It will hurt less now that you’ve had pleasure.”
His words were as taut as the sinews of his neck and the frown of his face. He needed release, and now she understood what that meant.
Her heart did a flip and she bit her lip. He’d taken the time to show her. She could be generous. She could be brave.
The tip of him entered her, gently pulled away and went in again more deeply. There was no pain yet, only tightness and more pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut.
He pushed again and she felt a twinge.
“Sorry, love.”
Another push and pain pricked her, making her gasp.
“Just once more.” He thrust again and stopped inside her, his tight breath rasping beside her ear.
