Chapter 12 #2
She smiled up at him, trusting him completely even though she wasn’t too sure he spoke honestly. How could that not hurt? It was huge.
He lay down on top of her and gathered her into his arms as he buried his face against her neck. Her thoughts scattered at the glorious feeling of his skin against hers. Of his heavy weight that felt good instead of oppressive.
Xaydin took her hand into his and guided it back to him. “Don’t be afraid to touch me, Gisela,” he whispered.
She ran her hand down his shaft to the tip of it. It didn’t seem quite so terrifying now.
Xaydin watched her exploring him. “If you want to stop, we can.”
She smiled up at him, knowing most men would never offer her that. It made her even more tender toward him. “I’m here to the end.”
He laughed at her words. “You don’t have to make it sound so dour.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
Shaking his head, he kissed her again, then drove himself deep inside her.
She tensed at the burning pain of him filling her.
Xaydin whispered sweet encouragements in her ear while he used his tongue to toy with the tender flesh of her neck.
She panted against the pain and tried to relax as he coaxed her. She’d never imagined a man would feel like this, but she was glad it was Xaydin who was inside her. Thrilled she’d had a say in who was her first.
There had been a number of times when she’d had to fight hard to keep one away from her. Times when she’d feared she’d be taken.
This was hers to give, and she couldn’t imagine anyone better than Xaydin.
And she was glad for the strength of his arms around her and the sound of his deep voice in her ear.
Gisela wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face against his muscled neck and inhaled the warm scent of him. She wanted this more than she’d ever wanted anything.
Xaydin ached with want as he forced himself not to thrust even deeper into her. But it was hard.
He wanted her in a way unimaginable. She surrounded him with heat and her breath against his neck sent a thousand chills over him.
She felt wonderful, and he never wanted to let her go.
“Relax, my lady,” he said gently.
He waited until her hold on him loosened. She looked up at him, her face trusting. That was a look he’d never forget because he knew that trust came no easier to her than it did to him.
That was as much a gift as her sharing her body. Because trust broken could never be regained. And creatures like them didn’t just randomly toss it about.
They guarded their trust like the sacred treasure it was. Having been betrayed so viciously, he’d never do that to anyone else.
And he savored this moment of her lying under him, her body bare and joined to his. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever experienced. A wave of fierce possession tore through him then.
She was his and she now owned a part of him that no one else had ever claimed.
Smiling up at him, she brushed the hair back from his face. “You feel so strange inside me.”
Xaydin returned her smile. “How do I feel?”
“Full and deep. I can feel you all the way to my core.”
He sucked his breath in at her words and the image they created. “Can you now?”
She nodded.
He pulled back, then thrust his hips against hers. They moaned in unison. Xaydin moved slowly against her, driving himself in as deep as he dared.
“You are an incredible beast,” she growled.
It was the first time in his life that he could recall being referred to as a beast where it didn’t insult him. “And you are a beautiful woman.”
Those words embarrassed her and it infuriated a part of him because he knew she’d never heard that enough. A woman this special should have been told that.
A lot.
He cursed everyone who’d hurt her. No heart should be trampled so callously. Rather, they should be cherished.
Xaydin rolled over with them still joined. He sat her on top of him and watched her in the candlelight.
Her eyes widened even more. “This is interesting…”
He actually laughed at that. “Do you like it?”
She bit her lip and nodded enthusiastically.
Xaydin showed her how to ride him slow and easy. He ran his hands down her thighs and watched the way the candlelight cut across her pale skin. His mind was dazed from the feel of her naked body sliding against his.
She wiggled her bottom against him. “What am I supposed to do?”
He lifted his hips up, driving himself deeper into her. “Whatever you want to do.”
She ground herself against him in a way so sublime that he groaned in satisfaction.
Gisela felt so strangely free with him. She ran her hands over the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen. It was so odd to see him lying there, under her.
He held her hips in his hands and guided her movements. But what held her transfixed was the ecstasy on his face. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark and unfocused.
She moaned as he ran his hands from her hips to her breasts where he toyed with them.
She’d never thought anything could feel like this. Never considered she would want to sit on a man like this and enjoy it. Yet she loved the sensation of his thick hardness inside her.
“What do I feel like to you, Xaydin?”
“Wet and soft.”
She supposed that was a good thing. Though it didn’t sound like it to her.
And it left her wondering something. “Have you been with many women?”
He stopped moving. “Why do you ask?”
“I want this to be special between us. I don’t want to be just another in a long line of lovers for you.”
Xaydin cupped her face in his hands. “You are nothing like any woman I’ve ever known. Believe me, no one compares to you, and you could never be just another anything. You are uniquely beautiful.” He pulled her down and kissed her fiercely.
Gisela trembled at the passion she tasted, and at the way he teased her lips with his. His muscles flexed under her hands, making her tremble.
Xaydin pulled back from the kiss, then rolled over with her and took control of their passion.
Gisela arched her back as he moved faster. Every stroke brought more pleasure. Every kiss and touch reverberated through her.
“Make me yours, Xaydin.”
But in her heart, she knew he already had. No one would ever have the part of her that he did. Somehow, he’d slid his way past every defense she’d erected. Every trap she’d laid.
She was his and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
He claimed her lips again as he slammed himself into her even deeper than he’d been before.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and let his passion sweep her away.
He lowered his head to her shoulder and released himself inside her with a fierce growl.
Gisela drew a ragged breath as he collapsed on top of her and held her tight.
“Thank you, Gisela,” he whispered in her ear as he panted fiercely. Then, he kissed her lips again in a tender caress that sent chills through her.
Slowly, he withdrew from her and rolled over onto his back and pulled her against his side.
She assumed he was through with her so it surprised her when he spread her legs and touched the most private place of her body.
Stunned, she stared at him. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you your pleasure.”
She didn’t understand what he was talking about. “I already had it.”
He smiled wickedly at that. “No, sweetheart. You haven’t.”
Confused, she had no idea what he meant by that. But as his long, lean fingers delved deep into her body, she began to realize that there was more than what she’d already experienced.
Xaydin pulled the blanket to him and used it to wipe between her legs. She blushed at his actions.
“What are you doing?”
His eyes were warm. “Trust me. I promise you’ll like this.” He laid his body between her legs and spread her thighs wide.
Gisela felt heat explode over her cheeks as she realized he was staring at the center of her body.
He ran his finger down her cleft. She shivered. Then, he used his fingers to spread her open and dipped his head down.
Gisela jerked as his mouth covered her. Every nerve ending in her body sizzled as she cried out in surprise. He stroked her with his tongue and lips.
She hissed and moaned as she cupped his head to her. No longer able to speak, all she could do was feel each and every luscious lick he gave her.
Who could have imagined? His breath was hot against her bared flesh, and when he slid a finger deep inside her and rotated it, she thought she would die.
She looked down to see him staring up at her while he tormented her with ecstasy.
He pulled back but left his finger inside her. A strange sensation of intimacy that overwhelmed her.
“Don’t be embarrassed, my lady,” he whispered, then he returned to taunt her with his mouth.
With a mind of its own, her body writhed to his touch and kisses. And as he continued, she found herself unable to speak anymore. Unable to do anything other than feel him. Feel his tongue sliding around her, his finger swirling.
Her pleasure built to an unimaginable height. Until she was sure that she would explode with the weight of it.
Then, in the span of one heartbeat, she did explode. Her body splintered apart and she cried out.
Even so, Xaydin didn’t stop. He stayed there, licking and teasing until she’d come for him twice more.
When he seemed content to tease her more, she begged him for mercy. “Stop! Enough!” she whimpered. “If I do that one more time, I might die from it.”
He chuckled at her plea, then turned his face to suckle the tender flesh of her thigh.
Gisela lay there, completely spent and weak. She breathed raggedly as Xaydin gathered her into his arms and held her close.
“I had no idea that existed.”
He kissed her brow and cradled her head with his hands. “Neither did I,” he whispered softly.
Gisela smiled and snuggled against him, wanting to be as close as she could.
Her breathing ragged, she was so grateful for this night. It’d been the single best one of her life.
Tomorrow might divide them forever, but here for a moment she’d been really happy. She finally understood why some were willing to die for this intimacy.
So many things made sense now.
She would treasure this always.
Xaydin listened to Gisela’s breathing as she fell back asleep. He covered them with the blanket and ran his hands through her hair. He had nothing to offer her. All he knew was what he felt when he held her like this.
Possessive and protective.
It really didn’t make much sense. He’d been with plenty of women in his life. But none of them had ever touched him the way Gisela did.
Overwhelmed by the depth of what he felt for her, he traced her scars in the candlelight. It was obvious that Meara hadn’t spared her daughter her cruelty any more than she’d spared him and his friends.
The bitch is going to pay.
Whatever it took, he was going to help Dash remove that bitch from her throne. He didn’t care who sat upon it. But he wanted justice for what Gisela had been put through.
Somehow, he was going to make this right for her.