“Yes!” Her voice came out harsh with need.
With a groan, he captured her lips, thrusting his tongue against hers and pulling her down to lie atop him. The feel of his bare chest against hers was so hot and intoxicating that she trembled. As their kissing grew more frantic, their caresses reached a fevered, wanton peak and she writhed against his hardness. Every nerve in her body seemed to lead to the secret place between her thighs until it was throbbing with pulsing need.
He rolled her over onto her back, and as she felt the cool softness of rose petals under her buttocks, she fully realized her nakedness. When he lifted his body from hers, she gasped and covered herself, cheeks flushing.
“Please, do not hide your beauty from me, Angel,” Ian said as he unfastened his trousers.
Reluctantly, she moved her hands, gazing up at him in a mixture of trepidation and fascination as he removed the rest of his clothes. His legs were long, muscled, and lean. Dark hair grew from the juncture of his thighs, framing a long, thick rod that was nothing like those of the nude male statues and paintings she’d seen. It was huge and frightening.
Terror washed over her as he returned to the bed. Unconsciously, she tried to scoot away from him.
Ian’s gaze was intent, but his gentle tone remained. “Do not be afraid, Angelica. All men are made thus.”
“All men?” she squeaked, eyes wide at his size.
He smirked and glanced down. “Well, perhaps not all men.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Tentatively, she reached out and took hold of it with only her fingertips. Ian sucked in a sharp breath and his rod seemed to shudder in her delicate grip. The shaft felt like molten satin, and as she moved her hand up to the head, she found that it felt like velvet. Shyly, she explored the curves and ridges of his manhood, marveling that something could feel so hard and so soft at the same time.
“May I touch you, Angel?” Ian whispered.
At her nod, his hand reached down, and before she knew it, his fingers delved into the damp curls between her legs. She whimpered in protest.
“Relax, Angel, and trust me,” he whispered; his lips caressed her earlobe.
She sighed and obeyed, gasping in pleasure as his fingers caressed her silken folds and his thumb flicked across her tiny bud like a tongue of flame. Her hand gripped his shaft tighter, and she stroked it in her distraction. He took her hand away and guided it to his chest, where she could feel his pounding heart. “Easy, love. I will not last if you keep that up.”
Before Angelica could decipher that cryptic statement, he was leaning over her, thrusting a finger inside her as his lips and teeth nibbled her neck, fangs grazing lightly across her flesh, leaving her quivering in ecstasy. The heady smell of rose petals blended with his spicy masculine scent and enveloped her in a spell of sensuality. Soon she was slick with need, her core aching for fulfillment. Angelica arched her hips with a helpless moan. As if that were the moment he anticipated, Ian positioned himself between her thighs.
“It is best if I dispense with this part quickly,” he whispered hoarsely. “I am sorry to cause you pain, Angel.”
With that, he drove into her with one powerful thrust. She gasped and bit his shoulder, eyes squeezing shut at the tearing sensation. Then he was kissing her tenderly, whispering love words to her, as he remained still within her.
“Is it done?” she asked as he kissed the tears from her cheeks.
Ian nodded, eyes full of compassion and regret. “Yes. It will never feel like that again, I promise.”
“Oh, good.” She moved as if to push him away.
His warm laughter reverberated through her body. “I meant that the painful part is done. We have only begun.”
“We have?” she asked in dismay.
He chuckled lightly then groaned as she shifted beneath him. “Now I will leave you in control. Move against me when you feel so inclined.” His lips at her ear made her tingle.
She lay still below him as he kissed her. She felt so strange, so stretched and full with him inside her. The sharp pain had already faded to a dull ache, but she was afraid the discomfort would return if she moved. She lost the battle as he began to kiss her neck, unable to refrain from writhing beneath him as her nerve endings seemed to come alive with a will and demands of their own.
Heat flared through her from the place where they were joined. Each move she made seemed to fan the flames and soon her core began to throb around his length. She wiggled her hips experimentally, gratified to hear Ian’s gasp of pleasure. “That’s it, Angel.”
She arched up against him and moaned at the new sensations of pleasure. Soon, his thrusts joined hers, matching her rhythm. An insistent pulsating tremor washed over her, growing and growing in intensity each time he plunged deeper.