Mayhap she ought to be nervous with a virgin’s trepidation, but even after her release, or perhaps because of it, she wanted nothing more than the completeness of what was to come.
17
William’s mind was wild with lust. The battle earlier that day had left him restless, especially when coupled with the slow burn of wanting Kinsey for so long.
She regarded him from where she sat on the bed. Even as much as he longed for her, he couldn’t help but stop and stare.
Her curls were tousled, her cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with excitement, her focus drifting toward his cock. Her breasts were even more exquisite than he’d imagined, round and firm, tipped with small pink nipples. They were perfect. She was perfect.
More than perfect; she was his.
His.
In the haze of his desire, the word rang out in the purest note.
“Ye can touch me if ye like,” he said hoarsely.
She glanced up at him, as though gauging his sincerity, then reached for him. Her slender fingers closed around his hard shaft, and a delicious thrill tingled through his body. He grunted at the potency of his enjoyment.
“Do ye like that?” She fluttered her lashes coquettishly up at him, employing the words he’d once used with her.
“Aye.” He wrapped his hand around hers and guided her movements to slide up to the tip, then back down the shaft.
He removed his touch from hers, and she continued with the action, pumping her fist over his cock, her breasts jiggling slightly with the action. His ballocks drew tight.
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. All his senses focused on the sweet stroke of her hand.
Air fanned over him. Before he could identify what had caused it, something warm and wet dragged across the swollen, sensitive head. His eyes flew open, and he looked down to discover Kinsey parting her lips to draw his prick into her mouth.
“Do ye like that too?” The heat of her breath caressed him.
He groaned and gave a stiff nod.
She licked him once more, this time on the underside. Her mouth brushed against the tip, circling it before suckling lightly.
He ground out a low curse. There would be time for showing her more of that in the future. For now, he had to have her, or he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
“I want ye,” he said between gritted teeth.
She gave him another little suck at the head of his cock and hummed her response. The vibrations shivered down his shaft and reverberated through him.
Jesu. He was so close already.
“Ye’ll no’ have much more of me if ye keep up with that.” He smoothed his hand over her cheek.
She slid her mouth off him, and he crawled over her, slowly urging her back onto the mattress. He skimmed his palms over her silky skin, pausing at her breasts where he drew first one nipple into his mouth, then moved on to the other. His tongue flicked over each nub in turn until it peaked into a hard tip. His cock pressed to her lower stomach, straining.
Kinsey angled her hips in an attempt to get beneath him. It would be so easy to thrust into her, to take her hard and fast until his release overtook him. But he knew she was a maiden.
In all the experience he’d had with women, he’d never deflowered a virgin. His hand balled into a fist in the bedsheets as he hesitated.
He shouldn’t take her now.
Kinsey spread her legs beneath him and wriggled, so their pelvises were fitted together.
“Ye’re a maiden,” he said with ragged determination.
“Not after tonight.” She squirmed, nudging the tip of him against her entrance.
She was hot and swollen, so wet that the head of his cock eased inside her.
Still, he held back. “I canna—”
“’Tis mine to do with as I choose.” Her body moved with a sensual rhythm, encouraging him with every roll of her hips. “I want ye and have for a while. I made this choice.”
His hips flexed against her, in time with the pace she’d set, his arousal slipping slightly deeper with every rock of their bodies against one another. Her entrance squeezed around him. So damn tight.
She leaned her head back and arched her breasts, moaning with enjoyment as she did so. One thrust. That would be all it would take.
Only he had to ensure she understood.
“I canna marry ye,” he said.
Her lips curled upward in a coy smile. “I’m not asking.”
“I dinna want ye to regret this if ye wed.” He braced his body over her as she continued to coax him more deeply within her.
“Any man that weds me will know what he’s getting.”
It was true. Kinsey wasn’t the type to allow herself to be married off. She would choose him, and he would know her thoroughly.
A spike of jealousy stabbed into William for whomever that man would be. For it would be her husband who would cradle her as she slept. The way William had done. The man she married would take her in bed night after night. He would know her and respect her. And she would love him.
William knew in an instant he wanted that man to be him. He wanted Kinsey for himself. Not just now, but later as well.
Damn it.
He caught her hand with his free one and braced himself with the other. He took her then, possessive and desperate, in one hard thrust. Her sheath was beyond tight, her grip almost painful.
But it was not his discomfort that concerned him. “Did I hurt ye?”
“Don’t stop,” she breathed.
He gritted his teeth against the squeeze of her core and moved carefully, slowly, as he drew out then back into her. Her brows tensed, but she continued to rock her body in time with his.
Slowly, her expression melted into one of enjoyment, and the grip around him loosened into one of pleasure. He quickened his pace, stroking into her until they were both panting.
The friction between them
