Her legs trembled as she soared.
Valentine came up on his knees. Lavishing her with attention had done nothing to dampen his own ardour. Had she been a little more daring she might have touched him, but he did not give her time to consider the matter further.
Wrapping his fingers around his manhood as she had imagined doing, he positioned himself at her entrance. She sensed his brief hesitation.
“Don’t wait,” she breathed. It would be uncomfortable for a time, but she didn’t care.
“You’re certain?”
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He entered her slowly, withdrew a little and paused after each small nudge to give her a chance to catch her breath. He was so hard, so large, so magnificent, so male.
“I need to push deeper,” he panted. “Forgive me if this causes you distress.”
There was no time to answer. With a quick, hard thrust he pushed past her virginity.
Ava sucked in a sharp breath as he stretched her flesh. The searing pain tore a gasp from her lips.
Valentine moved to withdraw.
“No.” She wanted him. She needed him. “Just give me a moment.”
Regret swam in his eyes.
The muscles in his shoulders looked tense as he held himself rigid.
“Kiss me,” she said, trying to banish all trace of panic from her voice. “Make love to me.”
Valentine wasted no time in obeying her demands. He obliged her every whim, nuzzled her neck when she begged, thrust his tongue against hers when she gripped his hair and forced him to lock lips.
Slowly, he moved inside her, withdrawing, pushing a little harder and deeper each time. The sensation of his warm skin against hers set every nerve tingling. Soon, she forgot the pain and discomfort. The feeling of having him buried deep was like experiencing a piece of heaven on earth. His fluid strokes sparked the flame of desire. It wasn’t long before she was writhing and panting to his glorious tune.
“I need to quicken the pace if I’m to find my release.”
“Then hurry.” Ava wrapped her legs firmly around his hips.
Valentine closed his eyes briefly and groaned as he pounded hard. Ava clutched the muscles in his back and rocked to his pace. When he opened his eyes, she saw a raw look of possession, a carnal need to claim.
With a sudden urgency, he withdrew from her body, pumped his glistening manhood with his hand until his seed spurted onto her stomach.
“You’re mine, Ava,” he said between ragged breaths.
She recognised the truth in his words.
Lucius Montford Harcourt Valentine belonged to her now.
“Stay where you are,” he said, reaching beneath his pillow for a handkerchief to wipe away the evidence of his release. “I have not finished with you yet.”
He came to lie beside her, slipped his nimble fingers between her legs, stroked and pleasured her until she came apart once again.
“I’ve decided I am not letting you leave,” he said in jest.
Given the chance, she would have no objection.
Given the chance, she would remain locked in his warm embrace forever.
Chapter Fourteen