Trembling, she arched into him. “Mmm…” Speech was impossible.
So…much…pleasure… “Tristan! I’m about to—” Everything inside of her burst. Flashing lights. Twitching muscles. This newest orgasm rocked her to the core, stronger even than the last. Unable to temper the effects of this powerful onslaught, she screamed his name.
“You’re killing me,” she breathed, “and I’m loving it.”
* * *
TRISTAN HAD NEVER felt so savage, so hot. So desperate. “I need you, Julia.”
“Yes. Yes. Please! I’m still not done.”
“You are so small. This first time will hurt, and I’m sorry for it.” Had he prepared her enough?
“Do it, Tristan. Do it now.”
He lowered her to his lap, placing her knees outside his thighs, barely able to think past getting inside her. After he’d fit the tip of his erection at her opening, he paused. He was panting his breaths, overly tense and aching. Sweat trickled down his temple. “Ready for me?”
“Ready,” she said, and nipped his bottom lip.
Grinding his teeth against the surge of pleasure, he inched his way inside her…pushing, pushing… So tight! So wet, hot and perfect.
He knew his width stretched her, but he hoped the feeling of completeness far surpassed any discomfort.
A groan left her when he broke the barrier of her virginity. She stiffened for a moment, even gasped, then melted against him, allowing him to thrust the rest of the way inside her.
How he did not come spontaneously, he didn’t know.
For an eternity, he remained unmoving, giving her body time to accept his invasion. “Tell me you are unharmed.”
Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and soft. “There was pain, but it’s already fading. Wanted this for so long…I am…perfect.”
He began to move deep, deeper, lifting her up, pulling her down, just as he’d done with his fingers. Little by little, his rhythm quickened. Faster. Faster, still. He took her hungrily, almost brutally, pounding into her the way he’d dreamed these many nights. He could not control his physical reactions to her; he wanted her too desperately. She’d stripped him to his baser self, consuming him.
A moan escaped him when she rotated her hips, taking him at a different angle.
“Do that again,” he beseeched.
“Like that?” She did it again.
He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth. “Just like that.” He was a part of her now, his body one with hers, and the knowledge was more drugging than the most potent medicine. His imaginings had paled in comparison to reality.
He reached between them and pressed her clitoris. “Tell me how you feel,” he commanded hoarsely. “Tell me when you like what I do.”
Julia moaned with pleasure as he slipped in and out of her, increasing in speed, increasing in urgency, even as he continued the onslaught with his fingertips. “I like… I like…”
She moved her lower body in time to his, rising when he retreated, only to lower again when he surged forward. “Tell me,” he breathed. Faster and faster he increased his rhythm. “Do you like this, as well?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but a moan tore from her, a third climax hitting. Feeling her inner walls tighten around his swollen shaft sent Tristan propelling over the edge only seconds later. Satisfaction sent a bestial roar ripping from his throat as he spilled inside her.
Muscles flexed and unflexing, he collapsed into the chair. Julia sagged against him, her heart racing above his.
When he was able to drag in a mouthful of air, he whispered into the silky strands of her hair, “Well, draga. I think you liked it all.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Once You Have Worshiped Your Mistress’s Body,
Immediately Do So Again
THE EVENING SHADOWS streamed through the velvety curtains and sheers, hazy and erotic. The storm had passed, yet its dewy essence still encompassed the room. Only an hour ago, Tristan had carried Julia to bed, where lace draped from an overhead bar, shielding the mattress from the rest of the world. He had ignited the logs in hearth; now they blazed with glowing embers, emitting lulling crackles every so often.
I will protect what is mine. And Julia is definitely mine. He’d staked a claim, branding her with his essence.
He would never allow Zirra, or any woman for that matter, to steal his box. Death would come first. Their deaths. No matter what measures had to be taken. He knew it couldn’t be destroyed. He’d tried.
Zirra had already proved she couldn’t call him back permanently. And her powers had not been strong enough to do any real damage to Julia, only to her belongings. Still…
Realizing his muscles were tensing and readying for battle, he forced himself to relax. He turned onto his side and curled his arm around Julia’s hip, fitting himself against her warm, sleeping, naked form. He breathed in the lushness of her fragrance, and his eyes closed in surrender. He had kept his draga busy for hours, introducing her to many ways of making love—beside him, astride him, standing—while being careful of any lingering soreness she might have. He had never enjoyed himself more.
With his other guan rens, he had reached sexual release, aye, but he had remained unsated. Always unsated, as if something were missing inside of him. With Julia, he had reached the pinnacle of contentment. She made him feel free, even…absolved. He had pleasured so many women in his lifetime, but until now he had never before held such potent sensuality in his hands. No woman had ever responded to him so completely, all inhibitions forgotten.
Before Julia, sex had been a monotonous game he had tired of playing. With her, he found utter contentment.
He was not worthy of her.
As jaded as he was in matters of the flesh, this experience with Julia felt more real than anything he’d ever experienced. He traced silky patterns over her hip, then dipped lower to her bottom. The fact that he was Julia’s first, her only, filled him with a possessive pride he could
