“Oh, darling,” he murmured, cradling her against his chest. “We’re not done yet. We’re just getting started.”
Chapter Seven
Drake stared down intoHeather’s trusting eyes, wanting to make this good for her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. He was thrilled to have given her the first orgasm, but he was aching with need and didn’t know how much longer he could hold back.
Easing slightly back, his hands went to the falls of his breeches. “Are you sure you still want this?” he asked, praying she didn’t turn him away now. “I don’t want you to regret it.”
“Oh, Drake,” she whispered. “I could never regret you.”
Needing no further encouragement, he stripped out of his clothes as quickly as he could, then covered her once again with his body, this time skin to skin, and he groaned at the exquisite feel of it. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, feared it made him no better than her father, but the need to wrench one moment of beauty out of what could be his last hours was too strong to ignore.
“No matter what happens, I will never abandon you,” he vowed, meaning it. If they somehow did manage to make it out of here, he would never leave her to deal with the consequences. He’d take care of her, make certain she never ended up raising a child alone.
She kissed him deeply, and then no more words were needed as he rubbed himself in her wet heat, then slid inside her, glorying in her tight, silky sheath. Sweat broke out on his brow as he tried to go slow, tried to keep from falling over her in a frenzy of lust.
Her eyes were closed, her expression one of deep concentration as she took him in, shifting uncomfortably at first, but then opening up for him like a flower blossoming in the sun.
“Are you all right?” he whispered, having no idea how this would be for a virgin but having heard it was painful. “Is it too much?”
She shook her head, finally gazing up at him with those luminous blue eyes. “It feels good,” she said, sounding surprised. “It doesn’t hurt.”
Smiling tightly, he thrust gently a few times, giving her body a little time to become adjusted to his. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he didn’t know how much longer he could hold back.
At last, she started to move with him, her arms and legs wrapping around him, giving the sign he needed to let go, to unleash the full measure of his desire. Perhaps it was the danger, the taste of mortality, or simply that this woman appealed to him as no other ever had, but he’d never felt such intense sensations, never been so hard pressed to not spend his seed immediately.
Angling his hips, he did his best to provide the friction she needed to find her own pleasure, desperately wanting her to climax as he did. She mewled beneath him, her tiny, sensual sounds intensifying everything. He hadn’t realized how much he enjoyed hearing that the woman was enjoying herself as well.
To his immense relief, she cried out and clenched around him, and that was all it took. He followed her over the edge, giving a low, guttural groan as he spilled himself within her,
For several moments he sprawled across her, gasping, but then he realized he must be crushing her and collapsed awkwardly on the small cot next to her, pulling her against his chest as his breathing returned to normal. His body still tingled from the amazing orgasm he’d just had, and his mind was awhirl with conflicting emotions.
What the hell was that?
He couldn’t remember ever having been so eager for a woman, so full of desire that his brain had completely turned off for a while and let his body have free rein.
Heather was... fantastic. He liked her on so many levels it frightened him. But she was also not of his class, not someone he could ever take as his wife.