Awakened by a Kiss by Lila DiPasqua Page B

sharp and shallow, much like his own. A surge of emotions he couldn’t quell crested over him.
    Jésus-Christ , he simply had to break this infatuation. What if he couldn’t? What if years from now he still felt this constricting ache in his chest?
    Adrien shoved away the doubts, and her gown, bunching the material around her waist. He then gripped her hips, intent on refocusing on the carnal pleasures at hand.
    “I am all yours,” she said softly, placing her hands on his wet shoulders.
    Her words unbalanced him.
    She was not all his, he quickly reminded himself. Even if he wished it at the moment. In time the feeling would pass. He wasn’t going to do anything to hold on to her or deviate from old patterns and familiar ways.
    She rose up and brought her slick opening down onto the head of his cock, the enticing heat beckoning and beguiling. Her pink nipples, at mouth level, dripped with raindrops.
    Adrien leaned in and licked the water droplets off each sensitive tip.
    She moaned and then suddenly bore down onto his erection. Clutching her hips, he halted her descent. “Too fast. Take it slowly.” Adrien eased her onto his cock, her moist heat engulfed him an inch at a time.
    She squirmed, frustrated by his slow progress.
    “Don’t fight me. Just enjoy it.” He was going to squeeze out every ounce of pleasure he could from the encounters they had left, hoping it would be enough to silence the maddening turmoil whirling inside him.
    The head of his shaft butted against her womb. He gasped. She whimpered.
    Buried to the hilt, his cock throbbed inside her snug sheath. She encircled him with her legs. Adrien closed his eyes and held her still. Enveloped by her, he basked in the moment.
    Endearingly impatient, it wasn’t long before she was rocking her hips, fanning the fire, making his heart pound. She clenched her inner muscles around his cock. A groan shot up his throat.
    Kissing his face, mouth, neck, she told him how much she wanted him, needed him, needed what he could give her. Adrien’s control snapped. In an instant, he had her on her back, giving her deep, steady strokes, using his body to shield her from the rain. Holding her gaze, he increased the tempo and force of his thrusts with each downward plunge.
    Desire shone in her golden eyes. Yearning was etched on her lovely face.
    “You’re so very beautiful,” he murmured.
    Her hands moved tenderly down his back, despite her fervent state. “So are you.”
    Her artlessness during sex was adorable.
    The tension coiling tighter and tighter, they were racing toward a shattering release. Shaking with effort, he held his back, the need to let go and discharge his aching cock immense.
    She sucked in a sharp breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and arched hard against him. “Adrien,” she cried. He braced himself. Her orgasm shuddered through her, tearing a scream from her throat.
    Fisting the blanket on either side of her head, Adrien thrust fiercely, glorious spasms rippling along his length. His climax triggered, his release shot down his cock with such volatile force, he barely pulled out in time. Collapsing on top of her, he pressed his forehead to hers and groaned long and hard as he drained his prick onto the blanket with mind-melting intensity.
    Spent, trembling, they held each other, the rain drizzling onto his back, their breathing slowly calming.
    This was bliss. How fortunate was he to be given this taste of Heaven.
    Another roll of thunder sounded in the sky.

    Catherine and Adrien stopped outside the servants’ entrance to the château. Catherine sighed as he gave her a deep, stirring kiss. They were drenched, their clothing ruined, and neither of them cared. They’d walked back in the heavy rain, hand in hand, occasionally stopping for kisses and caresses.
    “I’m sorry our picnic was spoiled,” he murmured. “The food was ruined.”
    “I don’t think the picnic was spoiled at all. I enjoyed every moment.”
    A smile formed on his lips.