Then screamed his name. He licked her from the entrance of the place that would forever make her his to the tiny point of pleasure hidden within her slickness. Again and again. First slow, then moving faster. She clutched at the bedspread, unable to catch her breath or focus or do anything but exist through the most amazing pleasure she’d ever experienced.
No one else could ever do this to her, she thought hazily as her body tightened even more. No one would ever touch her body or her heart the way Kardal had. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to cry out that she loved him, that she would always love him. But words required air and she could not breathe. She couldn’t do anything but hang on for the sudden rush that overwhelmed her.
The whisper of a ripple slipped through her. Then another and another until she was no longer in possession of herself. It was perfect. It was better than her wildest fantasy. It was impossible, and yet the pleasure continued until she was limp, exhausted and more content than she’d ever been in her life.
She opened her eyes and found Kardal looming over her. Let him loom, she thought with a smile. Right now he could do anything he wished and she wouldn’t protest.
“There’s more,” he murmured, kissing her neck, then sitting up and unfastening his tie.
As she watched, he removed the length of silk, then his shirt. Next he pulled off shoes and socks, finally standing to unfasten his trousers and step out of them, along with his briefs.
In a matter of seconds, he was as naked as she. Naked and…oh, my. She tried to notice how his honey-colored skin seemed to reflect the light, but she could not. Instead her gaze was drawn down the thin line of hair bisecting his belly, lower until she gazed upon the proof of his arousal.
He was beautiful in a way only a man desiring a woman would be beautiful. He smiled slightly as he knelt on the bed and lightly kissed her still-tight nipples.
“I would ask you to touch me, but the results would be most disastrous. I find myself in the embarrassing situation of having to admit that my control is not what it should be.” He stroked her face. “I would like to tell you that it is because I have not been with a woman in a long time, which is true, but the truth lies elsewhere.”
He reached between her legs and began to rub her sensitized flesh. Instantly tension began to fill her.
“It is you,” he said lazily, slipping one finger inside of her. “You, Sabrina. You make me want with a fire I cannot control.”
She hadn’t thought it was possible for her body to need him again so quickly, but in less time than it took him to finish his sentence and her to clutch the words tightly to her heart, she found herself ready for him to take her back to paradise.
“Kardal,” she breathed, opening her arms.
A warning sounded in her head. A small voice whispered that once done this act could not be recalled. They would both be changed forever. But she couldn’t pull away or demand that he stop. She wanted him. She needed him. She loved him and she wanted to lose her innocence in his arms.
He didn’t take much persuading. He slipped between her thighs and she felt him pushing against her. She was slick from her recent release and at first he moved inside her easily. But then her body began to stretch to accommodate him. Pressure increased—a different kind of pressure from the pleasure she had felt before.
He paused and reached between them, finding her point of pleasure and rubbing it. She was quickly aroused. He pushed in a little more. And so they went until he reached the barrier that defined her innocence. With a kiss of apology, he pushed through, making her wince at the slight pain.
And then he was inside of her. Supporting himself on his arms, he began to move in and out of her in a rhythm as old as time itself. She clung to him, feeling her body respond to each thrust. Tingling began. Odd flares of heat filled her. She found herself pulling him closer, straining toward him. Wanting more, wanting him. Knowing that—
Deep contractions started low in her belly. They moved out like ripples in a pond. She was caught unprepared and found herself drowning in the sensation.
“Yes,” Kardal growled, thrusting in her again and again. With each movement, another ripple began. Then he stiffened and called out her name. She felt the powerful shudder that shook his body.
They lay tangled together until their breathing slowed. He touched her face and smiled at her. “You are mine,” he told her. “I have made you so and nothing will ever change that.”
Chapter 14
Sabrina lay curled in Kardal’s arms and tried to think only of how contented she felt. How this had been right from the very first moment he had touched her.
She had finally done it—she was no longer the innocent virgin she had been just an hour before. The realization surprised her because it didn’t frighten her. She’d been so terrified that if she allowed herself to want a man, she would turn into her mother—going from relationship to relationship, her life ruled by sex.