“Where’s my brave lass?” he asked, with a smile in his eyes. “Do ye want to touch me?”
When she didn’t answer, he said, “Come, give me your hand.”
He sucked in his breath as he ran her fingers slowly up his shaft. It was strange how it felt rock hard at the same time that the skin was silky smooth. It was wet at the top.
“See? Nothing to be afraid of,” he said, his voice strained.
When she looked up at Ian’s face, he looked in pain.
“Does that hurt?” she asked as she stroked up and down, more firmly this time.
“It doesn’t… pain me… exactly. But I can’t stand it long, not until after I’ve had ye the first time.”
She nodded, taking this in.
“Sit up, lass,” he said, pulling her up. Then he dropped to his knees on the floor and pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her knees were on either side of his hips.
When he enfolded her in his arms, she was acutely aware of his shaft pressing against her. He kissed her face and leaned down to kiss the side of her throat. Then he gave her a slow, lingering kiss, his tongue moving in and out, exploring her mouth. The ache between her legs grew as he moved his hips back and forth, causing his shaft to move with exquisite slowness against her.
He covered her breasts with his hands, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fingers as he continued moving against her. She felt spineless, hardly able to sit up. His shaft slid easily because she was so wet, but Ian didn’t seem to mind.
He leaned back, and she felt the heat of his gaze on every intimate part of her. It made it hard to breathe.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice low and rough.
But Ian was the beautiful one. With his eyes darkened by desire to midnight blue, his black hair, and the hardened body of a young warrior, he could enchant the faerie queen herself.
“I want ye so badly,” he said.
When he pushed her back on the bed, she was grateful because she didn’t have the strength to sit up any more. He pulled her up further on the bed and hovered over her on all fours. Her breath came in shallow gasps when he cupped the sensitive spot between her legs and started moving his fingers over her in a circular motion.
When he leaned down to take her mouth, she slid her arms around his neck. Soon she was lost in deep kisses. She pulled him against her, wanting to feel his weight on her.
The breath went out of her in a huff when the tip of his shaft pressed against her opening. On their own, her legs went round him, urging him forward.
He broke the kiss. With his eyes on hers, watching her closely, he eased forward a fraction until something inside her stopped him. Sweat broke out on his brow.
“It will hurt a bit,” he said.
“I don’t care.” She felt edgy, impatient.
“I think ye are ready,” he said, breathing hard. “Do ye think ye are? Do ye want me to wait longer?” There was a strained, pleading quality to his voice.
“I want to feel ye inside me.”
He made a strangled sound and surged forward. She felt a sharp pain, and something inside her ripped.
She must have cried out, because Ian covered her face with kisses. “Are ye all right, love?”
He called her “love.”
“I am,” she said. The sharp pain was gone, but she could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her.
“You’re so tight,” he said.
“Too tight?” she asked, panic rising in her throat. “Will it be all right?”
“Ah, ye are perfect,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. “Ye can have no notion how good it feels.”
Then he was kissing her, and she forgot everything except him. She groaned when he began moving slowly inside her, causing exquisite new sensations. His kisses were hungry, urgent, as he moved faster and harder against her. She lifted her hips and pulled at his shoulders, wanting him closer, deeper.
So many emotions were coursing through her veins that she felt as if she might burst into tears or shatter. Joy. Love. A closeness to another human being she had never felt before. She never imagined it would feel like this, encompassed in his arms, their bodies joined and moving as one. She could not tell where she ended and he began.
“Ye feel so good, Sil.” His words came in soft bursts. “I… I can’t wait, love.”
She held onto him as he thrust into her faster and faster. She felt the pressure building inside both him and her.
“You’re mine,” he gasped. “Mine. Mine. Forever mine.”
Forever. She had loved him forever.
“Sileas,” he cried, as he surged against her, and she shattered in his arms. Stars sparkled against her eyelids as her body squeezed around his. She called his name as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
He collapsed over her. Though he was heavy, she welcomed the weight of him, the certainty that he was here, that he was hers.
