Lion's Bride - Iris Johansen [129]
His hand was shaking. “I cannot—Cover yourself.”
She moved over on the bed. “Lie with me. I’ll not do more than hold your hand if that’s your will.”
“My will?” He laughed desperately. “I seem to have no will.”
She tugged at his hand. “Lie with me.”
He was on the bed but lying apart from her. “I cannot go with you to Scotland. Your danger would increase tenfold if I—”
“And your child will have no father to protect him if you do not come.” She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed the palm. “Shh, don’t think of Scotland. Is this not pleasant?”
“No. Yes.” He did not look at her. “If one likes excruciating pain. I’ve heard some take pleasure in it.”
She kissed his palm again. “They must be very peculiar folk. I promise you there will be no pain for you in my body.”
A great sigh racked his body. “You’re a cruel, cruel woman.”
“Because I must have my way in this? It’s taken us too long and the path has been too painful.” She whispered, “I love you and I will love no other. I don’t wish to spend my life alone. We must give ourselves a chance. Do you think this is easy for me? My body craves you, not a babe. It’s been a long time since you—”
He gave an explosive sound and was suddenly over her, parting her thighs. “Too long,” he muttered as he tore off his tunic and threw it aside. “I cannot stand—”
He plunged deep.
She gasped and reached out and grasped his shoulders.
Fullness.
The sensation lasted only an instant, replaced by heat and need as he thrust wildly, deeply. “Take…,” he muttered. He lifted her buttocks to meet each savage thrust. It wasn’t enough. It was as if he were starved and could not get deep enough, move fast enough, hard enough. He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders, leaving her open and vulnerable. “Look—at us.”
She dazedly looked down at their joining and another surge of dark excitement rippled through her. It seemed impossible she could take him, and yet she was. Over and over. Deeper, deeper.
She bit her lower lip to suppress a groan as the tension built to unbearable heights.
His hands were on her, smoothing her, plucking at her.
Her back arched as a spasm shook her.
She was panting, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Ware, it’s—”
“Yes.” His lips were drawn back from his teeth in a contorted grin. “Too—long. It—hurts. I can’t be—” He gave a low groan as he plunged to the hilt.
He collapsed on top of her as his release tore through him. His heart was beating so hard, she could nearly hear its thunder.
“I didn’t want—” He gasped. “You see what—I am? I cannot even be gentle. I nearly tore you apart.”
She couldn’t answer until she got her breath. “I seem to be in one piece.” She brushed her lips along his cheek. “But this position is not—natural to me. Not that I minded it when we—”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t think—” He was moving off her, his arms enfolding her. “I had to have more of you.”
“You didn’t hurt me. I don’t remember complaining.” Not that she had been able to think at all during those wild moments. “You gave me exactly what I wanted.”
“Too much.” His palm rubbed her belly. “If you’re not with child tonight, it will be a miracle.”
“No, if I’m with child tonight, it will be a miracle. A child is always a miracle.” She smiled. “You did very well. However, I believe we will do it again soon. It’s very convenient that we have little else to do while we wait for Kadar to smooth the way for us. I find I’ve missed this very much.”
He chuckled. “It will be my pleasure. I’m relieved it’s not just my seed you wish.