Chapter Eighteen #3
In a surge of daring impulse, her free hand slid between them, fingertips brushing his solid heft.
She froze, unsure if she should continue, and the groan that vibrated from his chest made her pulse leap.
Encouraged, she reached lower, gasping as she grazed the spot they joined.
One trembling finger dipped into the pool of wetness there, pressing against him, soft as velvet and hard as steel.
One word rang through her mind.
How?
How would it feel?
How could something so substantial fit?
How could it not?
The delicious sensation of fullness at her entrance made her squirm, the movement letting him slip a little farther inside. His breath hissed out, his entire body trembling in his hesitation. She bit her lip, summoning her courage. Now or never.
Closing her eyes, she rolled her hips, forcing him inward.
“Oh God.” He shuddered, then plunged down, sliding deep inside her in one slick motion.
She couldn’t help her cry as a fiery burn accompanied his wild thrust, her body yielding to accommodate his girth.
Her hands flew to his chest, palms pressing against him as if she could reverse the claim he’d just laid on her.
But he stayed in place, completely still, a carved statue she could not move.
He caught her mouth with his, his tongue tracing her lower lip until she opened to him. He kissed her slowly, the soft weight of his lips brushing over hers like a whispered promise. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… Does it hurt terribly?”
Her breath hitched at the concern in his voice, and she shook her head.
The stinging began to subside, pleasure softening its edges as he withdrew in minute increments.
Just when she thought he would pull free, he buried himself back in one slow, smooth motion.
She cried out again, this time less from pain and more from the startling shock of feeling it sent through her.
Her mind tried and failed to wrap around the wonder of it, sinful and heavenly all at one.
The storm outside faded to a distant roar, leaving only the two of them, caught in the wild and breathless rush threatening to overtake them. He murmured words of encouragement against her mouth, muffled versions of beautiful, so good, and amazing escaping between kisses.
Ever so slowly, he increased his tempo, until he moved in a steady rhythm, one that coaxed a new sort of tension from within her.
Tendrils of prickling warmth curled from where they joined, each plunge sending her careening to new heights.
He angled a hand between them, moving with purpose toward the inferno there.
Stroking the nub hidden in her curls, his thumb swirled in perfect rhythm with his movement within.
Her back arched, the feeling suddenly too much, and a strangled moan escaped her as he pressed harder, circled faster.
“Oh.” The single syllable broke free, caught somewhere between a gasp and a scream.
All the pent-up feeling released at once, roaring through her like wildfire.
Her hands flailed, trying to find a handhold to pull herself from the spiral.
But no matter what she grabbed, the sensation continued.
So, she did the only thing she could—she gave in to it.
Her head fell back against the pillow as she rode the waves, letting each one consume her.
Finally, her body went limp, as if her release had taken the world with it.
He gave an approving growl, his finger still teasing at her flesh. She jerked beneath the touch, the sensation overwhelming, and he gave one last rub before pulling his hand from between them. The speed of his thrusts increased, each one wringing another wave of pleasure from her.
Time seemed to stretch and blur around her, as she clung to him, intoxicated by the aftermath of what he’d made her feel.
He spoke, the words unrecognizable through the lingering haze around her.
His movements changed, each drive harder, more intense.
A fresh cry tore from her throat when his fingers dug into her hip, drawing her impossibly tight against him.
He dropped his head, burying his face in her hair as a hoarse shout tore free.
His body went rigid, his fingers clamping tight around her hip.
A moment later, he yanked himself free, shuddering over her, his breaths coming in ragged bursts against her ear.
One last groan and he collapsed on the bed next to her.
Her own chest heaved, her body still humming with the echoes of their connection.
He pulled her against him and she rested her face on his chest, each wild beat of his heart drumming against her cheek.
The calloused pads of his fingers traced a soothing pattern on her back, and he nuzzled the crown of her head.
“Abigail.” He breathed her name into her hair as if testing the weight of it, each syllable rich with reverence.
She stilled as his chest rose and fell, the quiet weight of his whisper hanging between them. Her thoughts swirled, tangled with the intimacy of the moment, unsure of how to respond, unsure of what it meant.
Shifting closer, she pressed her eyes closed, trying to quiet the rising questions in her mind.
Tomorrow, she’d figure out what to do with the strange fluttering in her chest. For tonight, the world belonged to them.