She nearly asked him what the rush was but as his skin came down on hers, she forgot her words.
The feel of him pressing into her felt deliciously…right. She threaded her arms about his neck as their lips met in a searing kiss.
And then his manhood pressed to her folds, her slick heat drawing him in.
He moaned, burying his face into her neck even as she winced at the stretching, burning sensation that made her tense.
He stilled, lightly stroking her hip. “My love?”
“Keep going,” she returned, forcing herself to relax. “I’m ready.”
In one quick thrust, he broke through her maidenhead and fully seated himself inside her.
Her cry was drowned out by his groan of pleasure.
He stilled again, giving her time to adjust before he began to move inside her once again.
The pain receded with each stroke and as he moved more quickly, she found herself meeting his thrusts. Pleasure began to build inside her again and she tightened her grip around his neck.
His rhythm started to grow uneven, but she couldn’t ask why because her own body exploded in pleasure again, convulsing around him even as a moan ripped from his throat.
“Isabella,” he groaned, collapsing on top of her.
She blinked her gaze back into focus as her fingers stroked down his back.
And to think, she almost hadn’t dragged herself to his room. She’d wanted to stay on her floor where he’d left her but then, that well of strength she hadn’t known she had, propelled her forward.
And as she lay in his arms she realized it had led her home.
Epilogue
Bash stood at the front of the church waiting for his bride. Her sisters stood to one side, his friends on the other. He gave a quick smirk to see Menace eyeing Eliza even as she pointedly ignored him in return. He wondered if another romance was blooming.
Then again, they were talking about Menace. His friend, however, had better behave himself. Eliza was no longer without a guardian.
The door at the front of the church opened and Mason entered with Isabella on his arm.
Bash forgot everything else as he stared down the aisle at her. In the palest blue gown, her skin glowed and her chocolate brown hair caught the candlelight, shimmering as she made her way toward him.
He drew in a breath, forgetting everything else, as she glided closer.
He loved this woman and she was about to be his wife.
His throat tightened with emotion as he shifted, resisting the urge to walk down the aisle and pull her close. Finally, Mason reached him and with a nod, placed Isabella’s hand into his.
And then all was right with the world.
How could he have worried that she’d bring out the worst in him? This was the best. She was the best.
They came to stand in front of the priest, the lilting words flowing over him as he promised to love, honor, and cherish Isabella for the rest of his days. Easy.
She’d fascinated him from the moment he’d seen her. And he’d continue to hold her next to his heart for always.
When she softly said her vows, her eyes locked with his, his chest swelled with so much emotion it was all he could do to keep from kissing her.
“I do,” he answered, squeezing her fingers.
“I do,” she repeated, giving him a glowing smile.