Chapter 10 #3
Why wait, when this was what would happen anyway?
Gwenllian already knew she wanted to feel his body against hers, his golden skin glide against her own paler flesh, the two of them merged in a sensual dance.
He had slept naked last night, but she had not found the courage to bare herself before going to sleep.
Now she was regretting it because she wasn’t sure she would be able to withstand the teasing Alexander had in mind.
A slow smile was playing on his lips, warning her of the torture awaiting her.
“No. Teasing first, my sweet. You wanted an adventure, and you chose me to get it. You’re going to get your adventure—but on my terms. You’ve overcome my scruples, and you’re going to pay for it.”
With those words, he began his amorous assault. Teeth nipped at her throat, at her collarbone, descended to her nipple. When he closed his lips around it, she hissed. When he started to suckle, slowly at first, then with more force, she moaned. And quickly, as she had feared, it became unbearable.
“Please, take my shift off,” Gwenllian practically screamed. This was not teasing, this was pure torture. “Please, I need to feel you everywhere. Please, Alexander.”
Thankfully, he heard her desperation, saw it in her eyes, felt it in the tension in her body. He straightened and lifted the shift over her head in one fluid move, then settled over her once more, allowing her to feel his gloriously warm skin against hers.
He took her nipple in his mouth again and started to suck.
Oh! The sensation was indescribable, far stronger than it had been with the shift in the way.
What on earth was that? She had always thought that part of her body was used to feed babies, the babies she would likely never have, since she would not marry.
But now she was discovering that the little buds had another role. Give her pleasure.
“Yes. Yes, oh God,” she moaned, arching her back to force Alexander to suckle deeper.
Inexplicably, the sensations had not remained on the nub of flesh he was teasing but had descended all the way between her legs, to the place that was aching to welcome him.
Alexander released her with a lewd pop, and though she instantly missed the heat of his tongue and the delicious suction, Gwenllian did not complain.
Finally, he was going to give her what she’d been waiting for.
He was going to slide deep inside her, he was going to ride her until she exploded, he was going to make a woman out of her.
To her shock and frustration, he did none of those things.
Instead, he took the other nipple in his mouth and started the whole, slow torture again, massaging the breast he had just released.
Gwenllian’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Dear God, he was so good at this, she almost wished he would spend the night suckling her.
But her body did not let her forget what it wanted. What it needed.
“Take me now, Alexander, please,” she whimpered.
“No. I should give you pleasure first.” He gave her erect nipple another slow, sensuous lick.
“You are giving me pleasure.” What did he think was happening? Couldn’t he feel the way she was writhing under him? Couldn’t he hear her squeals of delight? She was positively on fire. “But I need more. I need you to touch me…there.”
Unable to be more explicit, she looked down, to the place where she was cradling him between her thighs. The simple gesture seemed to break through the barrier of his control, at last.
“I’ll touch you.” He sounded gruffer than usual. “With this.”
Lifting himself up slightly, he positioned his shaft in such a way that it rubbed along her folds with each tilt of his hips. The slickness he’d teased out of her with his kisses was allowing him to stroke the whole length of it up and down and tease her in the most delicious manner.
“I need you,” he moaned
“Yes. Take me. I need you, too.”
He placed the tip of his member at her entrance, and pushed in, slowly at first, then more decisively when she showed no sign of pain. Luckily, it seemed she had more in common with Sian than Jane.
“More. More, yes. Oh, yes, like that, more. Yes…” she couldn’t stop herself from repeating, over and over again. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind, carrying on with the careful possession.
Every thrust pushed her further toward something unfathomable. Every breath she took seemed to increase her pleasure. Something like panic filled her. Where would it stop? Surely it could not get any better?
And then suddenly, it did. Alexander placed a hand on her, just above the place they were joined. It was as if he had set her on fire. Her whole body ignited and started to pulse around the shaft buried inside her, squeezing it hard, milking it.
“Oh, God, Gwenllian, you’re killing me. I have to stop,” he said through gritted teeth. “Jesus. Now. I have to—”
He wrenched himself out of her with what appeared to be a supreme effort and closed his fist around his shaft.
Eyes wide with wonder, Gwenllian watched him empty himself on the bed between her legs.
She knew what he was doing, of course, why he had not reached his release inside her, but a shocking thought crossed her mind.
Why had he not spilled his seed all over her, on her stomach, her breasts?
She wouldn’t have minded. On the contrary, the idea of being marked as his was oddly arousing.
Sitting on his haunches, head thrown to the ceiling, fingers closed around himself in an iron grip, Alexander was panting hard, like a knight after a tourney.
She drank in the sight, already knowing she would never forget it as long as she lived.
She had done that, she had reduced this strong man to a puddle.
The thought brought her almost as much satisfaction as his possession had.
“That was…” he started, before shaking his head as if unable to finish the sentence.
“Yes,” she agreed nonetheless. It had been.
“You didn’t feel any pain?”
“No. I can’t say that I did. I was just very…” How could she describe it? Full? No. It sounded too negative. “Wonderful. I loved every moment.”
A slow smile appeared on Alexander’s lips. “I know.”
“How?”
“You started mumbling to yourself in Welsh.” He gave her cheek a stroke and came to lie down next to her once more. “I remember you told me once that anything close to your heart you did in Welsh.”
She had told him that. And he’d remembered. Gwenllian felt something inside her shift. He had taken possession of her body and set her senses on fire with his actions. But his words just now had pierced deep into her soul.
And the impact was perhaps even greater.
She smiled and closed her eyes, nestling deeper into Alexander’s embrace. She had never felt more fulfilled, more cherished or more at peace than in that moment. It wasn’t long before she was asleep again.