Siban shifted and dragged her from the water as he stood. The cool air brushed her skin but did little to temper the fire he had ignited within her. The stone scraped her thighs and knees but the passion encompassing her dulled the pain. Her body pressed against the length of him, his erection straining against her stomach. Still it wasn’t enough.
She lifted her leg and ran her calf and foot up his thigh. In one seamless move, Siban bent and lifted her, wrapping his arm under her rear end. Instinctively Rell encircled his waist with her legs. His hardness pressed against her sex and she gripped his shoulders, staring into his eyes and savoring the sensation. The act was so intimate it made her feel alive. He kissed her again, his mouth dominating hers.
She was vaguely aware that he carried her somewhere. It didn’t matter where as long as he didn’t let her go. Cold stone pressed against her back and she gasped, breaking their kiss.
He’d pinned her against the wall but continued to hold her around his waist. He stared at her, his eyes burning bright with barely contained passion. “I’m only noble to a certain point, Rell.” His breaths came in short pants. “If you don’t want this to continue, you’re going to have to stop me now.” He took a deep breath and exhaled. “This will be your last chance.”
The effect she had on him was intoxicating. Such control. Such power. Such beauty. The truth was she couldn’t have stopped herself if she’d wanted to, and she didn’t want to. Words failed her. She twined her fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers, pouring everything she had into the kiss. He was the man that she wanted now—that she’d want forever.
Siban pressed her more firmly against the wall and reached below her bottom to work free the tie of his pants. Within seconds the smooth skin of his cock pressed against her sex. Anticipation mixed with anxiety and her eyes slid closed. Her mother had explained what happened between a man and woman—that the first time might be painful, but she didn’t care. She wanted the pain—wanted to feel every second of coupling with Siban.
He released his cock and replaced it with his fingers. Her eyes sprung open at the new sensation. The calloused tips brushed her sensitive nub, sending intense pleasure through her. In an effort not to scream, Rell bit her lip. She held his stare, letting her head rest against the wall. The need to move washed through her. Tightening her legs around Siban, she lifted her hips and lowered onto his fingers. A smile stretched across his mouth at her actions. His fingers continued to work her, sliding deep inside and then slowly pulling back out, only to repeat the slow, wonderful torture. Rell rotated her hips in small circles.
“You’ve plagued my dreams.” Siban’s voice came out harsh and labored. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
His finger entered her again, pumping faster and his thumb flicked her clit each time he pulled out. Tremors of pleasure skittered to her core. A whimper slipped from her.
“You like that?”
She nodded and bit her lip, gyrating her hips.
When Siban lowered his head and captured her nipple in his mouth, Rell thought she’d shatter into a million pieces. Desire spiraled downward to mingle with the yearning building between her legs.
“Please.” She didn’t know what she begged for, only that she needed more.
Siban replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock and slowly pushed into her, inch by gloriously agonizing inch. “Bloody hell, you’re tight.”
She didn’t know if that was good or bad, but she didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop. He completed her in a way she’d never experienced, not only physically, but as if he filled the black hole that still remained in her soul. She opened her mind to him and was swamped with his desire. She sensed that he barely maintained control and that ratcheted her passion higher.
He slid into her another inch and stopped. His eyes narrowed and his breathing stuttered. “You’re a virgin.” He shook his head. “I didn’t know—didn’t think about it.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She cupped his face. “I want this.”
He shook his head again and Rell could feel his mood shifting to panic. “Not like this, Rell. Not against the wall. Not for your first time.”
Irritation flared inside her. This is exactly how she wanted it, hard and passionate. It made her feel alive, like she was desired as a woman. That she was no longer an abomination to be feared. His hold slackened and from his expression she could tell he was about to pull back. But that was not acceptable. He wanted her and she wanted him. Like this, right now.
She gripped his hair and pulled. “Don’t you dare stop.” Her lips curled in a seductive smile. “You say you’ve wanted this for a long time? Well I have too. I’m not some delicate maiden, Siban. The way you touch me makes me feel alive. More alive than I’ve felt in years.” She pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him hard before pulling away. “Use your powers and read me. I want this.”
His gaze focused on the wall beside her head for a second and then slid back to her face, his expression once again darkening with desire. “I can sense your need.”
“Do it.” She ground her hips against him, coaxing him back into action. “Make me yours.”
“It will hurt.”
She tightened her grip in his hair. “I want the pain.”
“I promise I will make you feel good again.” He hesitated only a second before driving into her. Rell gasped at the sharp sensation that erupted inside her and drank in the experience of becoming Siban’s woman. With slow, measured movements he slid in and out of her. His tongue stroked her nipple, pulling it into his mouth to suckle, and stoking the passion building between her legs. When he reached between them and massaged her clit, Rell almost exploded.
His gentle movements quickened and he thrust urgently into her. The stone scraped against her back and hips, adding to the erotic collection of feelings enveloping her. He braced his hand against the wall, continuing to plunge inside her, his panting turning into low grunts of ardor. Her awareness of him pushed her toward ecstasy.
Unable to silence her desire, she whispered his name again and again, encouraging him to continue making love to her. The junction between her legs throbbed, pulsing with each thrust. Faster and faster until finally, she shattered. He claimed her mouth, swallowing her scream. Waves of unfamiliar pleasure washed over her, the sensation reaching so deep it filled her very soul, burning away the darkness and leaving only love.
Siban pumped several more times and stiffened, moaning against her lips. He thrust again and shuddered. His body convulsed, the waves that racked him growing shallower after a minute. He pressed his head against the wall, his breathing slowly returning to normal. They stood connected, not speaking. Rell stroked his hair, savoring the feel of his hot skin against hers and the cool stone against her back.
After another minute, he buried his face in her neck. She clung to him when he shifted and kicked off one boot, and then the other. He stepped out of his pants and then carried her to the bed. The wood frame creaked when he climbed onto it and lay down. Never once did he release her, holding her as if afraid she would fly away.
Rell unwound her legs from his hips and straightened them against the dark lush duvet. A dull ache radiated at her hips from where she’d gripped him so tightly, but the rest of her body purred with life. Siban pulled back and looked at her. For several seconds he just stared, as if taking in every feature of her face. She didn’t disrupt his contemplation with words, content to lie in his arms and let him look his fill.
Finally he brushed a lock of hair from her cheek and laid a hand over hers, curling his fingers around her fist. “Rell?”
“Yes, Siban.”
“I want to be with you.” He hesitated. “To be your man.”