Free The Wedding Bed (The Sun Never Sets, Book One) by Ava Archer Payne Page B

too late for that.
    Her body trembled, but not from fear. An unfamiliar excitement seized her, radiating through her limbs and building low in her belly. Her pulse pounded as she arched against him, leaning into his hand, silently begging for more. Straining for something she couldn’t define, she rubbed her breasts against his chest, rocked her hips against his, nipped at his throat, and wracked her nails down his spine.
    “Derek,” she breathed, his name a whispered plea on her lips. “Derek.” 
    He gave a low groan and swept her into his arms, carrying her a few short steps to her bed. He deposited her with a whoosh of her skirts, then kicked off his boots and climbed on top of her, the mattress sinking beneath his weight.
    Positioning his knees on either side of her hips, he rose above her , his smoky gaze raking over her body with a look of intense satisfaction. His clothing was in the same state of disarray as her own, she noted, as though they’d both been tossed about in a violent storm. He reached for the buttons on his trousers and slowly undid them, one by one. His words echoed through her mind:
    I intend to do far more than simply kiss you, and I can assure you I won’t be embarrassed about it .
    Calla watched in breathless suspense as he lowered his trousers. His cock sprang free, leaping forward in an impressive display of phallic eagerness. And the size of it. Wonder, fear, and—God help her—excitement collided within her. For a long moment she could do nothing but stare. She’d accustomed herself to the fact that her husband was a large man, lean and powerfully built. It hadn’t occurred to her until that moment that his member would similarly proportioned. Yet there it was.
    How u tterly foreign, utterly male, and utterly fascinating. His penis jutted up against his flat belly, thick and hard and enormous. Pulsing with life. Tearing her eyes away from his sex, she lifted her gaze to his and found him watching her, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he held himself still. She tentatively reached out her hand, then hesitated, searching his gaze for permission to touch him. Understanding what she needed, he gave a curt nod.
    Calla delicately drew her fingers along the length of his member, acquainting herself with that most intimate part of her husband. He felt like iron sheathed in velvet, stiff and warm, pulsing with life. Derek sucked in a tight, sharp breath as she lightly traced her fingers up and down his hardened, throbbing penis, feeling it jerk and spasm in her hand. Her gaze shot to his face but she read no pain there, only an odd mixture of tension and pleasure. But before she could explore him any further, he gave a soft growl and pulled her beneath him, capturing her lips with his own.
    His kiss was fiery and possessive, hungry and demanding. Calla clung to him as he swept his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her into dizzy, reckless submission, leaving her unable, unwilling to break the spell he cast over her with his touch. All she knew was a single, breathless word: more .
    He drew back to lavish kisses on her cheek, her throat, her neck, reawakening the driving, aching need she’d experienced earlier. Moving lower, he brushed his lips against her breasts, her ribs, and her belly, driving her mad with need. Following his lead, she pulled him to her and used her mouth to trace a hungry path down the column of his throat, then along the wall of his chest. She lightly grazed one hard, male nipple with her teeth, then teased it with a flick of her tongue.
    The action drew a sharp, shuddering response from her husband, followed by a low chuckle. Balancing his weight on one forearm, he reached down to stroke her innermost being, drawing one finger into her wet, silky heat. Shock coursed through her. Calla bucked beneath him, a moan of husky pleasure torn from her lips. He parted the petals of her sex and the spicy scent of her arousal wafted through the air around them.
    Derek shifted his hips