Chapter 26 Rose
ROSE
Raith captured my mouth, his hands circling my waist, drawing me close.
I pressed myself against him, but the brush of fabric against my bare skin only reminded me that he was still clothed.
I grasped his black shirt, pushing it up, and he lifted it over his head and tossed it on the floor.
I’d ached to touch his hard chest ever since seeing him sword fighting, and now I slowly smoothed my hands across the ridges and valleys of his muscles.
He wasn’t as muscular as a guard, but he was long and lean and had a dark trail of hair leading down into his trousers that I very much wanted to explore.
Before I could do just that, Raith swept me up in his arms like he’d done that night he’d tucked me into bed.
Except this time I was completely naked and pressed against him, and I could pull his mouth down to mine as he carried me to the bed.
He set me on the blankets with care, and then moved over me.
I slid my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, desperate with want.
I craved something I’d never had before, something only he could help me with.
“Raith,” I gasped, before his mouth found mine again, like our lips were irresistibly drawn together.
His tongue swept over mine as his body pressed me down into the bed, surrounding me with his presence.
His hard length rubbed against my core, and I moaned.
Yes, that was what I needed, more of that.
My leg came up and his fingers gripped my thigh, bringing us closer together.
If only his trousers weren’t in the way.
Raith dipped his head into the curve of my neck and pressed a soft kiss there, then began moving down my body.
He stopped at my breasts, his tongue tracing a circle around each hard nipple, until my back arched off the bed and my breathing became ragged.
His lips brushed against the soft underside of my breasts as he continued his slow exploration of my body, sending a rush of wet heat between my legs.
He kissed his way down my stomach and his every touch was tender and reverent, but when his mouth met the curve of my hip, I gasped his name again.
“Yes, my wife?” he asked, before planting another hot kiss on the spot where my thigh met my hip.
“I need…” I couldn’t speak anymore, not when his lips went lower, brushing against my mound.
“I know what you need.” He spread my legs wide. “Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
His eyes flashed with pure male satisfaction before his head dropped between my thighs.
The first touch of his mouth was so shocking, so exquisite, and so absolutely amazing, I let out a loud cry that I barely recognized as my own.
I nearly pulled away at the unexpected sensations coursing through me, but his hands gripped my hips and held me there.
His tongue slid along my slippery skin, teasing my folds, tasting me in places no man had ever touched before.
Something coiled within me, my need growing stronger, and I buried my hands in his black hair, desperate for more.
The things Raith did with his mouth pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
I ached for release, completely at the mercy of my husband, who made me spiral higher with each slide of his tongue.
When I thought I might explode at any moment, he slowly dipped one finger inside me, giving me exactly what I’d been missing, as if he truly understood what I needed even more than I did.
The pleasure became almost unbearable when he slid in and out of me, before it exploded within me like a spark igniting into a bonfire.
My grip tightened in his hair as the climax shuddered through me and never seemed to end.
My body went limp, my mind delirious with pleasure, while Raith stood and began removing his trousers.
They slid down his body and I stared at the hard length they revealed, before he made his way up my body again.
This time his naked skin slid along my own, and my desire reawakened at the feel of nothing between us.
“That was only the beginning,” he said, as he moved between my legs.
“I can’t imagine how it could get any better.”
A low, sensual laugh rumbled through his chest. “Oh, trust me. It does. It will.”
I’d wanted this from the moment we’d met, even if I hadn’t realized it yet. Certainly, from the moment we’d been married. Raith had made me wait so long, and he’d pushed me away so many times, I almost worried he would back out again now. I couldn’t let that happen.
As the steely length of his arousal settled against my core, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. “Take me, Raith. I’m yours.”
When he entered me with just the tip, his face twisted as if he were in pain even as he let out a groan of pure pleasure. I arched up to take more of him, my body stretching around his thickness, and I tightened my arms around his neck.
He pressed his mouth to my temple. “Relax. I’m not going anywhere this time.”
Relief unfurled within me and the anxious tension left my body. He pushed deeper inside, going slowly to let me grow accustomed to his size, until there was no stopping this anymore. Not when he wanted this as much as I did.
When he was buried deep within me and his body was pressed tight against mine, he claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss.
He slid his tongue along mine until I was aching with need again, practically whimpering for more.
He must have sensed my growing desire because he began to move, and I gasped at the new sensations.
He rocked into me with one long, slow thrust, making me cry out. But then he paused, deep inside me, his eyes searching mine. Checking if I was in pain, I realized.
“Again,” I managed to get out.
With a groan, he slowly pulled almost completely out of me and then slid back inside, making my nerves tingle. He studied my face and I nodded, biting my lip against the tightness within me. It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but my body felt stretched to the limit. But at the same time, it craved more.
“Don’t stop,” I told him.
With those words, he released another groan and began to move again.
As my body adjusted to his size, intense passion sparked between us, like when we did magic together.
I dug my nails into his back as he began a steady rhythm that brought me back to the brink of pleasure.
Our bodies fit together as if we were made for each other, and every touch, every look, and every kiss only confirmed that in my mind.
Then he reached one hand under me, fingers digging into my bottom, and lifted my hips up to him, guiding himself deeper into me. The new angle brought a delicious friction as he pounded into me harder and faster. I lifted my hips to meet him, chasing my pleasure with each thrust.
Suddenly, it was too much, and I convulsed around him as the passion crested and swept through me.
My fingers tightened on his bottom, pulling him deeper, as I lost all control of myself and become his completely.
He thrust faster, his pace relentless, before he let go with a primal groan that I felt throughout my entire body.
When our bodies stilled, Raith swept me into his arms, cradling me against him.
He kissed me with so much tenderness and passion it was hard to believe that earlier tonight we’d been fighting.
The brush of his lips against mine made my chest ache with all the things I felt but didn’t dare say out loud.
If Raith knew the true depths of my feelings for him he would no doubt erect those walls again, and I couldn’t let that happen, not when I’d finally brought them crashing down.
“Rose,” he muttered into my hair. “Sun and Moon, what you do to me.”
“I did nothing.” I took his face in my hands so I could gaze into his stormy eyes, which had quieted for the first time since we’d met. I ran my thumbs across the dark stubble on his sharp jaw, then traced the pointed tips of his ears, loving every inch of him.
He pressed his forehead against mine as he regained control of his breathing. “Are you sore?”
“No, I don’t think so.” Every inch of me felt tired and stretched and different, but I wasn’t in any pain. Only deliciously satisfied and relaxed, as if I’d just taken a warm bath.
“Good.” He rolled onto his side and pulled me into his arms, molding me against his body. “You might be sore tomorrow though.”
“Then you’ll just have to ease my aches, won’t you?”
“I’ll do my best.” He pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder that was so tender it made my heart ache.
His earlier words came back to me: I can’t stand the thought of losing you too.
These feelings of love and intimacy were new to me, but he’d felt them before with his previous wife, before she’d been stolen from him.
I assumed it was one of the reasons he’d been so hesitant to take me to bed.
Had he put those worries aside, or did they still trouble him?
“Have you been with anyone since your wife?” I asked, while his hands idly stroked my back.
“No. There was no one before her, and no one after her. Only you.”
His words made me warm inside and I pressed a kiss to his lips. I didn’t mind sharing his heart with Silena. I understood that he would always love her, and I accepted that. I only hoped he could love me too. Someday.