But he was not finished yet. He wanted to enjoy her other nipple, turn it hard, though it already was hard when he settled his mouth over it. He could not take as much time with this one. She was near to climax and wet enough he hoped he would not hurt her when he pierced her maidenhead.
“It is time our vows were formally sealed,” he said as he rose over her, his leg nudging hers farther apart so he could kneel between them, worried if he hovered over her and collapsed after climax he would squash her.
She arched her body instinctively and he grabbed her bottom when she did and fit his shaft between her legs. He kept tight hold of it so he could temper his movements in case he caused her any pain.
“Please, Bhric, please,” she pleaded. “I need you inside me.”
That she wanted him that badly fired his passion even more and he slipped slowly inside her, fearful he might not fit, and was relieved when he slid easily into her. She was snug, but welcomed him with ease and he pushed farther in.
“Bhric!” she shouted, and her body shot up against his shaft taking him deeper into her. She cried out, not in pain but in pleasure.
He smiled, glad he had caused her no pain and hoped it would remain so as he began to move vigorously inside her. It was not long before he dropped down to hover over her, his strong arms keeping him from collapsing on her.
She gripped the bedding and moaned loudly as he drove in and out of her and found herself matching his tempo. Faster and faster until… she let out a scream and clamped herself tight around his shaft.
Bhric threw his head back with a roar when she squeezed him tight, forcing him to explode in a powerful climax so potent that he actually collapsed on top of her.
Tavia had been left breathless from the earth-shattering sensation that shot through her, the ripples still flowing along her body, add to that the weight of her husband on top of her and breathing was not easy.
“Bhric,” she struggled to say and when he did not move, she gave him a gentle shove. “Bhric.” When he failed to respond again, she grew worried and used what strength she had to push at his shoulders to try and roll him on his side.
He was suddenly off her, his hands braced close to the sides of her head and his arms muscles straining as he held himself above her. “Are you all right? I did not hurt you, did I.”
“Nay. Nay. I am good. I had little breath left in me after our extraordinary coupling and with your heavy weight upon me, breathing was difficult. When you failed to respond, I worried something had happened to you. Are you all right?”
She had worried about him when she had been unable to breathe. He shook his head. “I tell you truth, wife. I have never released with such powerful fury as I just shared with you.”
She smiled happily to know she gave him something no other woman had. “I have nothing to compare it to as you do, but I know it could never be as amazing as it was with you. And I look forward to sharing more pleasurable times with you.”
He kissed her quick. “And I will definitely make sure we share many, many more,” he said and rolled to the side to slip his arm beneath her back and scoop her up to rest her against his side.
Tavia snuggled there without protest, finding herself more than comfortable in his arms. Though a slight chill ran over her with her body beginning to lose the heat their coupling had generated.
Bhric felt her slight shiver and released her for a moment to reach down to pull the blanket up. That’s when he saw the blood on his shaft. He dropped back on the bed, taking her in his arms and pulling the blanket over them.
“I hurt you,” he said.
“Nay, not at all. I felt nothing. I was filled with far too much pleasure to feel any pain.”
“Are you sure? I have blood on me,” he said.
She gasped. “I am sorry. I did not know that would happen.”
“Nor did I, though I am glad to see I was proved right to trust your word. It makes me trust you that much more.”
His remark made her happy for it was start to a workable, good marriage, perhaps even a chance at love. “I can wash it off you,” she offered ready to sit up.
Bhric stopped her. “Nay. I might spring to life if you touch me there again.”
“You enjoyed how I touched you?” she asked.
“More than enjoyed, elskan mín,” he said as he hugged her tight against him, then realized he had referred to her as my love. Could it be possible? Could he have found love with this woman? He hurried to add. “You can touch me like that as often as you like.”
“I did enjoy it,” she admitted.
Bhric realized his wife spoke truthfully without thinking about it and he wished he could have recognized that sooner. He also wished he had paid more heed to her predicament, instead of laying blame on her. Her father had placed a heavy burden on his daughter’s shoulders and made it worse by making her fearful of speaking the truth. And he had only added to that burden, but no more. Their vows had been sealed, and nothing could separate them. He would make sure of it starting tonight.
“You sleep here with me in this bed from now on,” he said.