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far more graphic terms. “Spread your thighs.”
She trembled anew, then squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to do as he bid.
“Don’t be afraid, my dear,” he said, dropping a kiss upon her lips. “You know it won’t hurt. And I’ll take care to see you find your pleasure.”
Then Adrian thrust a pair of fingers inside her where she was hot and wet and tight. Far tighter than he had expected. But that didn’t necessarily mean anything. She was a small woman. Perhaps her previous experience had been with small men.
Before she could voice any objection, he began to work inside her. Stroking, rubbing, moving his fingers in a nimble rhythm he soon planned to repeat with another portion of his body. He looked up, watched her wide, open eyes begin to glaze over. Her fingers curling at her sides, clutching tight at the coverlet beneath her.
He’d have her panting before he was done, he promised himself. He’d have her writhing with desire.
Her breasts heaved. He watched them, her nipples puckered, pink as flower petals beneath their fine lace covering. He tugged at the material. Then he tore it, ripping it away to get at her bare flesh. He clamped his mouth around one nipple, drew deeply upon it as he pushed his fingers deeper still.
Violet’s hips arched up off the mattress. Straining, grasping for something she did not understand but wanted irregardless. It was as though he had taken possession of her body. Literally reached inside and assumed control. Her fear vanished, falling away like leaves scattered from a windswept tree.
He had spoken of pleasure. And oh, he was giving it to her. Great heavy waves of pleasure. Delight such as she had never known. The sounds. The scents. Fresh sweat and other odors, unfamiliar odors, both sexual and forbidden. She should be embarrassed. But she was not, too caught up in the wanting to consider such things.
When he transferred his mouth to her other breast, to indulge it with the same treatment he’d given the first, she lifted a hand. Threaded it into the black silk of his hair.
He groaned and murmured against her flesh, “Touch me. Touch me.”
Obediently, wanting to please him as he was pleasing her, she raised her other hand and stroked. First his shoulder, then down, over his smooth, naked back. He shuddered, groaned anew. She rolled her head from side to side. Mindlessly she opened her legs wider to permit more of his compelling touch.
Then abruptly he withdrew, taking away his lips and hands as he moved to rise over her. He planted his knees between her thighs, steadied her hips in his hands. She was ready, he knew. Wet and throbbing, trembling on the very brink of completion.
Now, he thought, now he would make her cry out in ecstasy.
And cry out she did. Only not in the way he had planned. Hers an exclamation of true anguish as he thrust inside with a single, firm stroke.
Adrian froze, not wanting to believe what his body was telling him. What his senses were shouting.
A virgin! Sweet Jesus, she was a
virgin.
Chapter Five
Adrian trembled as his body hung suspended over hers.
She’d told him. Time after time. Only he had not listened, had not believed.
A virgin.
How could he have been so wrong?
What of the talk he had heard, the confidences shared? Were they all nothing more than scurrilous lies? Apparently so. He had no doubt now, remembering how he had torn through her maidenhead only seconds ago when he had forced himself inside. Even now he was not yet fully sheathed inside her, her passage so narrow.
A tear leaked from the corner of Violet’s eye. Maybe if she didn’t move, she thought, the pain would cease. Maybe if she stayed still, he would go away. Surely it couldn’t be any worse?
“Jeannette, I—I’m sorry.”
And then she knew it could be, his words hurting far more than the physical pain. Hearing him speak her sister’s name at such a moment, with him lying over her, inside her like this. It was unbearable. Only, he
She trembled anew, then squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to do as he bid.
“Don’t be afraid, my dear,” he said, dropping a kiss upon her lips. “You know it won’t hurt. And I’ll take care to see you find your pleasure.”
Then Adrian thrust a pair of fingers inside her where she was hot and wet and tight. Far tighter than he had expected. But that didn’t necessarily mean anything. She was a small woman. Perhaps her previous experience had been with small men.
Before she could voice any objection, he began to work inside her. Stroking, rubbing, moving his fingers in a nimble rhythm he soon planned to repeat with another portion of his body. He looked up, watched her wide, open eyes begin to glaze over. Her fingers curling at her sides, clutching tight at the coverlet beneath her.
He’d have her panting before he was done, he promised himself. He’d have her writhing with desire.
Her breasts heaved. He watched them, her nipples puckered, pink as flower petals beneath their fine lace covering. He tugged at the material. Then he tore it, ripping it away to get at her bare flesh. He clamped his mouth around one nipple, drew deeply upon it as he pushed his fingers deeper still.
Violet’s hips arched up off the mattress. Straining, grasping for something she did not understand but wanted irregardless. It was as though he had taken possession of her body. Literally reached inside and assumed control. Her fear vanished, falling away like leaves scattered from a windswept tree.
He had spoken of pleasure. And oh, he was giving it to her. Great heavy waves of pleasure. Delight such as she had never known. The sounds. The scents. Fresh sweat and other odors, unfamiliar odors, both sexual and forbidden. She should be embarrassed. But she was not, too caught up in the wanting to consider such things.
When he transferred his mouth to her other breast, to indulge it with the same treatment he’d given the first, she lifted a hand. Threaded it into the black silk of his hair.
He groaned and murmured against her flesh, “Touch me. Touch me.”
Obediently, wanting to please him as he was pleasing her, she raised her other hand and stroked. First his shoulder, then down, over his smooth, naked back. He shuddered, groaned anew. She rolled her head from side to side. Mindlessly she opened her legs wider to permit more of his compelling touch.
Then abruptly he withdrew, taking away his lips and hands as he moved to rise over her. He planted his knees between her thighs, steadied her hips in his hands. She was ready, he knew. Wet and throbbing, trembling on the very brink of completion.
Now, he thought, now he would make her cry out in ecstasy.
And cry out she did. Only not in the way he had planned. Hers an exclamation of true anguish as he thrust inside with a single, firm stroke.
Adrian froze, not wanting to believe what his body was telling him. What his senses were shouting.
A virgin! Sweet Jesus, she was a
virgin.
Chapter Five
Adrian trembled as his body hung suspended over hers.
She’d told him. Time after time. Only he had not listened, had not believed.
A virgin.
How could he have been so wrong?
What of the talk he had heard, the confidences shared? Were they all nothing more than scurrilous lies? Apparently so. He had no doubt now, remembering how he had torn through her maidenhead only seconds ago when he had forced himself inside. Even now he was not yet fully sheathed inside her, her passage so narrow.
A tear leaked from the corner of Violet’s eye. Maybe if she didn’t move, she thought, the pain would cease. Maybe if she stayed still, he would go away. Surely it couldn’t be any worse?
“Jeannette, I—I’m sorry.”
And then she knew it could be, his words hurting far more than the physical pain. Hearing him speak her sister’s name at such a moment, with him lying over her, inside her like this. It was unbearable. Only, he
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