mouth. It was all the encouragement required to render him mindless of consequences. He kicked away the tangled bedsheet and rolled over, pulling her on top of him so their legs entwined. Then he peeled the sheer batiste night rail from her breasts completely and continued his sensual assault.
Sky could feel the air on her back and the faint scratching of his hair-roughened legs as they rubbed against her smooth ones. His mouth was hot and wet on her breasts, his hands everywhere, caressing her skin as he slipped one of her arms free of her night rail, then the other. Through the haze of desire burning her, she could feel the probing insistence of his staff pressing into the tangle of soft cloth. That thin layer of batiste was all that lay between her and him...and the consummation of a marriage neither had intended to be real.
She should roll away, run back to her bed and leave him to his own private demons, but feeling the heat and hardness of his erection rubbing between her thighs, Sky could think of nothing but the power of his lean, hard body and the ache of long-dormant desire he had ignited. When his hand sought her soft petals, she knew they wept with wanting. He grabbed the hem of her gown and slid it upward so their lower bodies were flesh on flesh. No more barriers remained between them.
The pull began deep in her belly and spread downward. Of their own volition her thighs clamped over his staff as if urging him to hurry, to fill her. In answer, his hips arched and he emitted a low, feral growl of raw male hunger. His hands with their elegant long fingers, positioned her hips above him, raising them so the head of his phallus teased her aching core, gliding back and forth for a moment, as if prolonging the inevitable.
Her slick moisture told him that she was ready, eager for what was to come. He plunged deep inside her and then held her hips immobile, struggling to keep from spilling his seed like a virgin schoolboy. She was so hot and tight and wet, as if untried, even though he knew she had been another man's wife. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on.
"My sweet love, you've driven me mad with wanting you for so very long," he whispered, his voice as raw as his emotions.
Sky heard his words, but did not truly comprehend them, only that he wanted her and his passion was as great as hers. Her body, unaccustomed to intercourse for the past year, slowly stretched, glorying in the feeling of being tested and filled with such heat. But she wanted more, much more. Greedily, she rolled her hips and felt him shudder. Her body accommodated his hardness as it penetrated even deeper.
"Now, please," she begged, unaware she'd even spoken aloud.
Max could not resist her breathy plea. He started to move again, setting a slow steady rhythm, guiding her so as to help him maintain control of his wildly raging body...and hers.
Unbidden, she locked her knees tightly to his sides so she could take him deeper, harder. Before he lost control, he rolled her over onto her back and commanded harshly, "Wrap your legs around me, love." When she complied, he sped up the pace.
Sky matched him, each thrust met by her keening cries and arching hips. She had never felt so utterly abandoned in passion, lost to everything but the pale-haired man above her. He rose up on his elbows and looked down into her eyes. She could see the predatory gleam in their green depths. Unable to bear the intensity of his gaze, she closed her eyes and clawed at his back, pulling him down for another hard kiss. His weight pressed her into the mattress, flattening her breasts against the hardness of his chest. Rather than frightening her, it only served to inflame her passion even more.
All of this was so new...wild...mindless...forbidden. Then every fragmented vestige of thought fled as a fiercely sweet contraction began deep inside her quaking body. But instead of flaring and dying out as she expected, it built, growing stronger, multiplying into a
Sky could feel the air on her back and the faint scratching of his hair-roughened legs as they rubbed against her smooth ones. His mouth was hot and wet on her breasts, his hands everywhere, caressing her skin as he slipped one of her arms free of her night rail, then the other. Through the haze of desire burning her, she could feel the probing insistence of his staff pressing into the tangle of soft cloth. That thin layer of batiste was all that lay between her and him...and the consummation of a marriage neither had intended to be real.
She should roll away, run back to her bed and leave him to his own private demons, but feeling the heat and hardness of his erection rubbing between her thighs, Sky could think of nothing but the power of his lean, hard body and the ache of long-dormant desire he had ignited. When his hand sought her soft petals, she knew they wept with wanting. He grabbed the hem of her gown and slid it upward so their lower bodies were flesh on flesh. No more barriers remained between them.
The pull began deep in her belly and spread downward. Of their own volition her thighs clamped over his staff as if urging him to hurry, to fill her. In answer, his hips arched and he emitted a low, feral growl of raw male hunger. His hands with their elegant long fingers, positioned her hips above him, raising them so the head of his phallus teased her aching core, gliding back and forth for a moment, as if prolonging the inevitable.
Her slick moisture told him that she was ready, eager for what was to come. He plunged deep inside her and then held her hips immobile, struggling to keep from spilling his seed like a virgin schoolboy. She was so hot and tight and wet, as if untried, even though he knew she had been another man's wife. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on.
"My sweet love, you've driven me mad with wanting you for so very long," he whispered, his voice as raw as his emotions.
Sky heard his words, but did not truly comprehend them, only that he wanted her and his passion was as great as hers. Her body, unaccustomed to intercourse for the past year, slowly stretched, glorying in the feeling of being tested and filled with such heat. But she wanted more, much more. Greedily, she rolled her hips and felt him shudder. Her body accommodated his hardness as it penetrated even deeper.
"Now, please," she begged, unaware she'd even spoken aloud.
Max could not resist her breathy plea. He started to move again, setting a slow steady rhythm, guiding her so as to help him maintain control of his wildly raging body...and hers.
Unbidden, she locked her knees tightly to his sides so she could take him deeper, harder. Before he lost control, he rolled her over onto her back and commanded harshly, "Wrap your legs around me, love." When she complied, he sped up the pace.
Sky matched him, each thrust met by her keening cries and arching hips. She had never felt so utterly abandoned in passion, lost to everything but the pale-haired man above her. He rose up on his elbows and looked down into her eyes. She could see the predatory gleam in their green depths. Unable to bear the intensity of his gaze, she closed her eyes and clawed at his back, pulling him down for another hard kiss. His weight pressed her into the mattress, flattening her breasts against the hardness of his chest. Rather than frightening her, it only served to inflame her passion even more.
All of this was so new...wild...mindless...forbidden. Then every fragmented vestige of thought fled as a fiercely sweet contraction began deep inside her quaking body. But instead of flaring and dying out as she expected, it built, growing stronger, multiplying into a
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