No more words were necessary.
The exquisite sensation of his touch and her eager response said it all.
Dear heaven.
Why had she ever resisted this man?
His kisses were scorching and exquisite.
His hands were calloused but his touch always gentle.
He played her body with the agile expertise of a master musician. She thrummed and hummed as he kissed her, suckled her breasts, and flicked his tongue over their straining buds until they were hard points. “Octavian,” she moaned, clutching his hair and tugging on it to hold him closer.
“I’m here, love,” he crooned, stroking his finger along the sensitive nub between her legs and evoking fires within her.
“I love you, Syd,” he repeated. “I love you so much.”
He nudged her legs apart and positioned himself between them as he prepared to claim her.Dear heaven. Had he not already claimed every other ounce of her? How could she resist? His every word and deed during the weeks of their marriage, and even before they had ever exchanged vows, proved how much he loved and cherished her.
She felt a momentary pinch of pain when he broke through her maiden’s barrier, but he had prepared her and there was only pleasure after that first, fleeting moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his big, muscled body filled her and heembedded himself inside her. He cast her a conquering, yet still affectionate smile, and kept her in the cradle of his arms to guide her through this rhythm of love. They were two dancers moving in perfect harmony to their music. Although she was not quite perfect, sometimes rushing her movements because she wanted so much of him, and craved all of himnow.
Her big, protective ox.
That guardian-protector part of him was so ingrained in his soul.
Little fires burned everywhere within her body.
His skin was hot to the touch, too.
He made her burn with an intensity, the like of which she had never experienced before, not even all the prior times he’d guided her to pleasure. But this…this…was different, for this was truly their shared pleasure.
Yes, sharing.
Was not this the entire point of marriage?
He watched her with his silver eyes that resembled smoldering embers and kindled her passion.
She writhed beneath him, impatiently rubbing against his body as a familiar pressure built within her. She knew this hot, liquid feeling, for she had experienced it before under his touch. But this was different. He hadn’t been inside her before. He hadn’t shared in her pleasure until now. “Octavian!”
“Let yourself go, love. I’m right here to catch you.”
She kissed him and set free all of her inhibitions, all of her worries, and allowed the sensation ofhimto flood her senses. She felt his strength, inhaled his scent of bergamot, savored the warmth of his mouth and heat of his tongue.
Her eyes had been closed to better absorb these sensations, but she now opened them to find him once again smiling at her. “My tender beast,” she whispered. “My one and only true love.”
There was wonder in the way he looked at her.
She felt a soul-deep contentment, a joy she had never experienced before.
She loved him so much and told him so.
“I love you, too,” he whispered.
Fire tore through her and consumed her, so that there was nothing left of her but wisps of ash floating and soaring through the air.
Octavian continued to watch her.
He hugged her to his broad chest as she cried out in pleasure, and held her safe as she tumbled back to earth. Then with a low growl, he thrust twice and followed her, spilling his seed in her and claiming her as forever his.
