The Redemption of a Rogue (Dark Regency Book 2) by Chasity Bowlin Page B

her thighs. It excited her as much as it frightened her
    She felt his hands on the inside of her thighs, and she opened for him immediately. His hand moved over the mound of her sex, possessively. But his touch was gentle when he parted the slick folds and began to touch her intimately. His fingers danced over her with skill, leaving her breathless and gasping. When he pressed deeper, his fingers sliding into her tight sheath, she uttered his name on a breathless sigh.
    Michael was near the breaking point. His control had never been so tested. His erection had progressed to the point of pain, and all he wanted was to sink into the silken, heat of her body and ease himself. In spite of her passionate response, and the glorious wetness that had greeted his questing fingers, he knew that she wasn’t truly ready.
    With that in mind, he moved a second finger inside her. She moaned at the increased pressure. The sound dragged at his nerves, spiking his desire even further. With his fingers pressing deeply inside her, readying her, he moved so that his thumb pressed against the small, hardened bud that was the center of her pleasure. He circled it slowly, then began to stroke it slowly. Every sigh, every breathless moan that escaped her softly parted, kiss-swollen lips ratcheted his own desire to even higher levels.
    When she moved her hips against him, countering the rhythm of his hand, he simply could not wait any longer. He parted her knees, sliding his body between the sweet haven of her thighs. She tensed beneath him, but offered no protests. Michael kissed her neck, tugged at the lobe of her ear with his teeth, before uttering a whispered command, “Open for me, sweet.”
    She shifted slightly, her knees parting further as she opened to him, welcomed him. He teased her again, parting the soft folds, and then he guided himself into her, parting her damp flesh. She had tensed against him though, clearly not quite ready for the next step..
    Her slightly widened eyes were her only indication of alarm. She didn’t make a sound but bit her lip. He knew she was in pain, that he was hurting her, but he also knew that there was no other option, or at least not an option he could accept. “How familiar are you with what’s supposed to happen?”
    Abbi shivered, “I know enough…It’s just that you are larger than I expected.”
    Michael felt his pulse leap in response, felt his member harden further. “That can actually be a benefit,” he said.
    She raised her eyebrow, “I wouldn’t know.”
    He smiled back at her. “You will.”
    He inserted his hand between them, touching her where they were joined. Each stroke of his skilled fingers over the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her cleft eased his passage. The liquid heat that answered his touch resulted in her body softening, easing to allow him to sink deeper inside her.
    With a fervent prayer of thanks that she had relented, he surged forward. When he encountered the small barrier of her hymen, he breached it quickly. He had always thought delaying the process could only make it more painful. Her startled cry and the tension that gripped her told him that he had hurt her. He forced himself to still, to allow her time to acclimate to the intimacy of their joined bodies. She moved beneath him, and he clenched his teeth. “Please, for the love of God, be still… just for a moment, be still.”
    Abbi hadn’t anticipated that it would hurt quite so much. She’d been told that it would be painful the first time, had heard as much from Lavinia, but then Lavinia lied about so many things. Apparently in that one instance, she had been uncharacteristically truthful. She did try to remain still, but the sensations were so foreign. Gradually, the discomfort began to fade, leaving in its wake the sensation of fullness, of feeling her body stretched to accommodate him, filled with the part of him that was such a mystery to her.
    Michael felt her relax beneath him, the tension