But she did not give a wit. She wanted him. And this.
It seemed so did he.
Whipping his shirt off his head in one swift move, he then undid the buttons of his breeches.
He positioned himself between her thighs. She grabbed hold of him, determined to have him. To keep him there with her in this moment.
The thick, hard head of his sex stroked her wet heat. It was the strangest, most glorious of sensations.
He rocked against her again and again, teasing her.
Teasing her until she groaned, “You must… Now…”
He thrust forward, his hard body entering hers.
The intensity of it stunned her. And she seized his shoulders, wondering how the bloody hell anyone could possibly do this.
“I’ve hurt you,” he breathed, his gaze searching her face.
“It’s very strange,” she admitted, panting as she struggled to adjust.
He nodded. “I can stop.”
She shook her head. “I’ve come this far.”
He smiled, straining not to thrust forward. “You really are a wonder.”
He said it, but he looked as if he was barely holding to his own restraint.
How she wanted to see him let go.
She arched her hips against him, and he groaned.
“Are you certain?” he asked.
“Very,” she assured before she wrapped a leg around his hip.
His eyes widened, and something changed in him. A look she couldn’t quite understand.
Then he began thrusting slowly, rhythmically into her body. Again and again.
Something in him seemed to break, and he pulled her closer, his hands holding onto her as if he’d never let go.
She gasped. The pain slipped away…and the feel of him stroking inside her?
It was the most remarkable sensation of her life.
With each thrust, the friction between their bodies sent her wild again.
Up and up, toward that bliss.
Derek slipped his hand between them and stroked her again, just at the apex of where he was thrusting into her body.
The sinful deliciousness of it tossed her into ecstasy.
Her body rippled around him, and he let out a wild groan.
He shuddered, but then abruptly, he pulled away from her, his hand working his sex until he collapsed onto his side.