Moments later, he slammed and barred the door as Lathir held her sides, laughing. Her laughter faded as he drew her close, backed her against the door, then trapped her body with his. As he locked her wrists over her head, the need in his gaze ignited a matching ache inside her.
“I believe before our vows you meant to tempt me to distraction,” he breathed as he pressed slow kisses along her jaw, down her neck. “A dangerous move.”
Her entire body burned, but she enjoyed his teasing, savored the way he made her feel. Still, never had a man touched her, and whispers of the joining were far from the realityof this moment.
“I have never been with a man,” she admitted, holding his gaze.
“I know and swear that I will be slow, take you with naught but love in my heart.” Dáire took his time, and true to his word, used his hands and mouth in a slow, tantalizing journey, leaving them both wild with need. At what moment he’d released her, carried her to their bed, stripped her as himself, she wasna sure, a sense of fulfillment coursing through her as she welcomed himinto her body.
Lathir moved with him, his every stroke, whispers of love, taking her higher, making her mind spin until she exploded, his cry of releasefollowing hers.
As he collapsed atop her, breath coming fast, she pushed on his chest.
With a chuckle, he rolled with heronto his back.
Instead of curling in his arms, she shoved to her knees and straddled him, his full length still deep within her heat.
Grayish-green eyes darkened with confusion. “Whatare you doing?”
A slow smile curved her mouth. “This.” She lifted her body, took all of him.
* * * *
Hours later, as the first rays of sunlight painted the skies in soft wisps of gold, Lathir lay her head against Dáire’s shoulder, never feeling so complete. Aye, he may have discovered his family, but she’d found a man she could respect, build a home and have children with, and most of all, love. Aye, as he’d said before their wedding, ’twas indeed as if a wish were granted, one she’d cherish forever.