Page 58 of Bound to a Warrior
Let me love you.
Not “let me make love to you”, but “let me love you”, and that had made all the difference, for she had heard the truth of his words and saw it in his eyes. Whether it was only once, or God willing longer—please, please let it be forever—then she would surrender and love him as he loved her.
His mouth settled over her nipple and heat rippled over her body. He didn’t stop there. His lips traveled over every inch of her, tasting and teasing and making her ache for more.
His hands explored her heated flesh along with his lips. There wasn’t a part of her he didn’t touch or taste or come to know. She tried to do the same to him, but he had murmured, “Another time. This time is for you.”
He was so unselfish and so giving that she knew this was a very special man she had found and she never wanted to let him go.
He captured her mouth in a soul-wrenching kiss as he rose over her and gently nudged her legs further apart.
“Tell me, if at any time, you want me to stop,” he whispered.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she urged.
He smiled. “You might.”
“Never,” she insisted.
“I like the thought that we’d never stop loving.”
Her stomach fluttered and she was overwhelmed with the need for him.
“Then love me,” she whispered and wrapped her arms around him and urged him down on top of her.
She was amazed of how smoothly he slid into her and how wonderful he felt deep inside her. And when he moved, she sighed with pleasure. Her body seemed to instinctively know what to do and she let it take the reins. She simply flowed with the rhythm and soared with the passion that surged through her.
She heard him ask time and again if she was all right and she would smile and nod her head and tell him not to stop, please, don’t stop.
“Please, please,” she whispered. “It feels so very good.”
And he obliged, increasing the rhythm, increasing the pleasure. It grew stronger and stronger and she clung to him more tightly, her hips arching up to meet his every thrust. It was as if she couldn’t get enough, couldn’t feel enough, and when she felt a small tingle radiate deep inside her she dug her fingers into him and swayed her hips beneath him trying to take him deeper inside her.
His passionate groan excited her and she increased the sway of her hips, and he his thrusts. Her tingle increased, built, grew out of control until her desirous groan matched his and all at once something exploded inside her, throughout her, around her and she called out his name over and over and over.
He continued the rhythm, extending her pleasure until she felt him release, stiffen, groan with his own climax and finally still against her.
His body went limp over her and after a moment his weight was too much for her to bear. He seemed to sense the same and rolled off her and they lay side by side, both breathless.
He regained his breath before her and turned to rest on his side next to her. His hand reached out and brushed strands of her hair off her perspiring face.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked with concern.
She laughed softly. “If what you did to me constitutes hurt, then you can hurt me anytime.”
“You enjoyed?”
She turned to rest on her side facing him. “Enjoyed? It was fantastic, marvelous, brilliant, breathtaking—” She sighed. “I had no idea how wonderful making love could be.” She smiled sweetly. “Though I imagine it was due to your prowess.”
“More so to you,” he admitted.
“Me?”
“Yes,” he said and kissed her softly. “I wanted this to be special for you and in doing so it was more than special for me.”
Her smile grew. “It was special. I will remember it always.”
He grinned. “It’s just the beginning for us.”
