Page 70 of When the Scoundrel Sins

A moaning gasp tore from her as his fingers gave a swirling, deep plunge inside her and his thumb flicked across the little bead buried at the top of her folds. She knew what came next because of what he’d done to her in the pond, how the pleasure would pulse through her in wonderful, breathtaking waves. She held her breath in sweet anticipation—

Instead, he withdrew from her. A whimper of utter desolation crossed her lips at the sudden loss of him.

“I’ve never taken a woman’s virginity before,” he finished quietly.

As her arousal-fogged brain tried to process that soft admission, she felt him reach between them, to position himself at her center and nestle his sheathed tip against her ready folds. His large hands encircled her waist.

“You, Annabelle,” he murmured as he pressed his hips toward hers and the first inch of his manhood sank inside her, “areveryspecial.”

She trembled nervously as he slowly slid farther inside her, his hands on her hips drawing her against him even as he shifted forward to sink deeper between her thighs. Her body stretched to accommodate his thick girth as if she were made to fit him.

Inch by slow inch, careful not to hurt her, he gently slid himself deeper until his arms encircled her and her breasts pressed flat against his hard chest. He whispered her name, and the last traces of nervousness and embarrassment vanished from her, leaving only the certainty that this moment was right. Because of Quinn.

“Beautiful Belle,” he whispered hoarsely, his shoulders tense beneath her fingertips and his body shaking with restraint as he held himself still inside her, not yet stroking her the way her body craved. The way sheneededhim to move inside her.

She writhed against him. “Quinn, please.”

With a deep groan, he stepped forward as he pulled her hips toward him, thrusting through her resistance and plunging himself inside her tight warmth to the hilt.

She cried out at the sharp pinch. But within seconds the pain was gone, leaving only the wonderfully strange sensation of her body stretched wide around his, welcoming his strength and the precious security of having him close to her, until they were one.

“Are you all right?” he whispered against her temple, his voice hoarse with concern and arousal.

She nodded, unable to speak around the acute disappointment that swept through her thatthiswas what making love was all about. Not exactly uncomfortable, yet not the wonderful pleasures he’d given her before.

But when he finally moved against her, each shift of his hips came as a delectable stroke inside her.

She moaned softly. Oh, the sensation was wonderful! Simply heavenly. She’d anticipated the same soft, fluttering strokes he’d given her with his fingers, but this was so much better, so muchmore. Each smooth retreat from her warmth came as a wicked tickle, each returning plunge an electric shiver.

Happiness swelled inside her.Thiswas what her body had craved from the first time his lips had touched hers, this amazing physical joining that brought both breathtaking pleasure and trembling vulnerability. Even six years ago when he’d first kissed her, when she didn’t know anything about the intimacies men and women shared, a secret part of her had longed for exactly this. With him.

She arched herself into his hard body, achingly whispering his name. Closer…she wanted him even closer.

“Wrap your legs around me, Annabelle,” he instructed, not ceasing in his smooth rocking. Each little stroke inside her now came with a swirl of his hips that sent tingles shooting out to the ends of her fingers and toes. She did as he asked and raised her legs, locking her ankles together at the small of his back.

But immediately, she realized she couldn’t move, not sitting perched at the edge of the wall. A frustrated whimper rose from her. Knowing what she needed, he lowered her onto her back and followed down on top of her, until his body covered hers.

In this new position, with the heavy weight of him pressed deliciously down on her pelvis and her thighs held open wide around the cradle of his hips, his movements changed. No longer giving the rocking strokes of before, he now thrust hard and deep inside her, each plunge shooting an intense shiver through her.

Squeezed between his warm body above her and the cold rock beneath, she gave over to the pulsating ache he flamed at her core, to the quivering tightening of her intimate lips around his thick manhood. Unable to remain still, she arched herself into his thrust.

He sucked in a mouthful of air through clamped teeth. “Damnation, woman,” he muttered in an appreciative warning, his voice husky. “Keep doing that, and—”

“And what?” This time when she arched against him, longer and harder than before, an animal-like growl tore from him.

“This.” He ducked his head and captured her breast in his mouth. Even as he continued to stroke between her thighs, he took her nipple deep inside his mouth and sucked hard in time to his relentless thrusts.

She gasped as flames licked at the backs of her knees. Every stroke of his body into hers only tightened her insides, like a coil ready to spring.

Now…she had to movenow. Unlocking her ankles and lowering her legs, she planted the soles of her slippers firmly against the rock beneath her and pushed. Her hips rose up against his, audaciously lifting to meet each hard thrust. The movement brought him deliciously deeper inside her, yet that only temporarily eased the tension mounting within her. When it returned, it arrived with the intensity of a tidal wave, and she wrapped her body around his and held on for dear life.

She cried out his name as the tension broke inside her. Quinn smothered her mouth with his, to drink in her cry as a liquid heat pulsed out through her fingers and toes, engulfing her in its warmth. Her body quivered uncontrollably around his, and at that moment, she wanted nothing more than for him to become part of her forever.

Seconds later, the muscles in his back tensed beneath her fingertips, and she heard a low groan swell up from him as his own release came. He shuddered violently as his thighs strained against hers, then his body went limp. He rested his forehead on her bare shoulder and fought to regain his stolen breath.

Neither of them moved, and she was glad for it, because she wanted to stay right there in the protective strength of his arms, with the pulse of his heart beating so hard that it echoed within her. She was certain her own heart beat just as hard. How could it not? What he’d done with her was simply astonishing in its actions and utterly blissful in its wanton pleasures, and she’d never felt happier in her life.

At that moment, still wrapped tightly within his embrace, she was free.