She gasped, wriggling beneath him, not quite sure what she was supposed to do but knowing she needed him closer.
“This is the part with the blood?” she asked, unable to stop herself.
He switched to the other breast and grazed the nipple with his teeth.
Dear Lord in heaven, she might die if he didn’t take her right now. Who cared about blood or a little bit of pain? “Not that it matters.”
“Yes, my love. This part may hurt a bit, and there may be blood, but I swear I will do everything in my power to make up for it. And it will only be that way the first time. After that…” He grinned at her. “Are you ready?”
She was so enraptured, she couldn’t answer fast enough for him. He nipped at her nipple again, and she moaned, wrapping her legs around him and moving against his hot, hardened flesh.
“Christ,” he swore as his eyes squeezed shut and a shudder shook him from head to toe.
“I’m ready. I want you inside me. I want to be your true bride. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please make me yours.”
“Yes,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
Reaching between them, he stroked her as he nudged at her entrance. He slid in an inch, then another inch, giving her body time to adjust. She was not accustomed to such fullness, but she hungered for more. With a gentle rocking motion, he pulled out, then pressed a bit farther. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. He continued to stroke her, coating himself in her dew so that he slid in and out easily, progressing a bit farther each time until…
She sucked in a breath as he their hips met, and he was fully sheathed. There had been a momentary twinge she hardly noticed, but theirs was now a marriage in truth. They were husband and wife for as long as they both shall live. The thought made her clench and tremble.
“We’re married,” she whispered, awestruck.
“We’re married,” he said, panting and straining to hold still. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
“May I move now?”
“Yes.” No sooner was the word out of her mouth than he pulled out slightly and thrust, making her see stars. And he did it again. She hadn’t thought her body could take anymore, but he was proving her wrong as the slow, steady rhythm of his strokes made pleasure build once again.
But she didn’t want him to be slow and steady. She wanted to undo him just as he undid her. So she began rocking her hips to meet each thrust. The sensation was so much deeper, shaking her to her core. It was as if she was a bell, reverberating with each stroke.
“God’s bones, Isabella.” His lips found hers, and their tongues entwined in a rhythm echoing their coupling.
She moaned into his mouth, and his movements quickened. Each beat brought her closer to fruition. Each thrust seemed to bring him closer to the brink beyond which he would losecontrol. She wanted to see that, wanted to feel him wild and reckless within her, around her.
Scratching her fingernails down his back did the trick. At that little twinge of pain, he unleashed himself upon her, and she responded in kind. They scratched and nipped as their frenzied movement grew faster and faster.
It was too much. She was tipping over the edge. And then she was floating once again as he let out a yell in her ear, and she was barely aware as his whole body tensed and jerked above her. Hot liquid spilled out of her and dripped down her leg, and he collapsed on top of her, beathing heavily.
As awareness of the world around her returned, he pulled out slowly and rolled to the side, folding her into his arms so that her head rested on his heaving chest.
For several minutes, all they could do was lie there and breathe. Then he kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair tenderly. “How do you feel? Did I hurt you?”
She assessed the state of her body. Lethargy had spread to every limb. She wasn’t sure she could lift a single finger at the moment. There was a modest, throbbing ache between her legs but no pain to speak of. “I feel as if I never want to move again, but otherwise I feel fine. Wonderful, actually.”
She kissed his chest and traced the curves of his muscular arm.
“I’m glad. I lost control a bit at the end. I meant to be gentle the first time.”
Tracing along his chest, she flicked his nipple, and he gasped. So she did it again. “I wanted you to lose control. I liked it when you were wild.”
He put his hand over hers, staying her motion. “Keep doing that, and I’m going to pounce on you again.”
She looked down at his cock, slightly smeared with blood and even more sticky liquid, and sure enough it stirred. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
“Mmm.” He turned toward her, his legs tangling with hers. “Much as I would like that, I should leave you in peace for at least a day. I don’t want to make you sore.”
