Did she have to sound so sensually intriguing? “I cannot be gentle, Adeline, and by God you deserve to be worshipped, to be pampered and savored, not be taken without restraint.”
…
Thick, fierce tension swirled around them, and Adel’s heart was a furious flutter in her breastbone. “You have teased me in the most ungentlemanly manner for weeks. I assure you, I do not desire restraint but how you are now…passionate and without reserve.”
His jaw visibly flexed. “Come here,” he said, the gray in his eyes darkening dangerously.
The promise of carnal delights gleamed in the depth of his eyes, and it tugged her to him. They stood close, and his rough, deep breathing echoed in her ears. She glanced up, the lines of his beautiful face were taut with hunger. Without speaking he gripped the fold of her nightgown and drew it to her hips. Then he palmed her buttocks and lifted her high. She gasped, instinctively wrapping both legs around his hips, and his strong arms supported her with an ease that was thrilling. Adel had expected him to tumble her into the bed, instead he sank them onto the sofa so that she straddled him. She pressed her knees into the soft cushions bracketing his hips, and she twined her hands around his neck.
He kissed her jaw and throat, and she instinctively arched allowing him access.
“I cannot be patient.”
The sound of his voice was a whisper of velvet across her skin. “I do not desire control, Edmond.” Please no control. She’d had enough.
His lips brushed her forehead with acute tenderness, and she sighed.
He gripped her hips and she felt the tempered restraint in his touch. A simple caress, but it seduced and empowered her…for she also felt the trembling in his arms, the pounding of his heart against her chest. He craved her with a similar intensity.
He shifted one of his hands and trailed his fingers to her core, to that bundle of nerves at the apex, which brought her such pleasure. His touch was firm yet light as he stroked it, and then pressed, sometimes pinching. A moan broke low in her throat from the exquisite sensations. He lifted her slightly, and a hard pressure was notched at her entrance.
The feel of him was both shocking and wonderful.
Yet he did not press his advantage, only slowly continued to work her knot of pleasure with his fingers. Tension peaked in her belly, and she dropped her forehead on his shoulder, shivering.
“Edmond,” she gasped, when he pressed hard, and liquid heat rushed from her to bathe his fingers and length, which was poised at her entrance.
“I need you wet…so damn wet you’ll soak me.”
She bit into his shoulder, and he chuckled, low and deep, the sound rich, heated.
Then the hand gripping her hip tightened. He thrust hard and heavy inside her, and a soft cry exploded from her as he sank past her resistance, burying his length to the hilt. Her muscles strained and quivered around him,
fighting to accept the broad length suddenly filling it, her breath puffing in harsh bursts. The pleasure-pain was a fiery cascade of sensations twisting through her, and she couldn’t prevent a whimper of feminine distress.
“Shhh,” he soothed with kisses along her cheeks, and down to her neck. “The sting will soon pass.”
She wanted to point out that the throbbing pain was more than a sting, but then he bit into the cord of her neck, then licked the spot he’d just tenderly assaulted, while stroking the pad of this thumb in a deliciously hard caress over her nub.
She almost jackknifed from him so intense were the sensations.
He nuzzled her neck. “Are you well?” his voice was gravelly with arousal.
“Yes…the sting is already passing.”
His eyes blazed with a fierce tenderness. “Good.”
Then he rocked her on him. He worked her on him, up and down slowly, stretching her to take his length comfortably.
“Grip my shoulders.”
With the softest of moans she responded to his urgings. His expression was a tight grimace of pleasure as he repeated his sensual motions. She cried out at the overwhelming sensations—it was bliss and agony in equal measure.
“I need more, Edmond,” she gasped, trying to increase the wet glide of his length.
He wrapped his arms around her fully, caging her in his embrace and took her lips. His flavor exploded on her tongue—coffee, brandy, and…the man himself. His kiss soothed and allowed her to focus on his taste, his scent, and not the throbbing ache deep in her center, or the vulnerability she felt being so completely cocooned by his strength. He curled his tongue around hers, stroking, licking, and sucking, consuming all her sighs and moans.
His hands burrowed beneath her nightgown, and slid up and down her back in a heated sensual stroke then around to her front. His palms cupped her breasts, his fingers tweaking at her nipples, plumping them. Adel’s moans poured forth and she was unable to stop the encouragement for more from spilling from her lips.