Free Warrior's Wife by Evanne Lorraine Page B

gaze flew back to hers while his thumb found her clit and pressed. “You’re so tight. You feel too good to be real, beautiful.”
    “Have you been with lots of women?” The moment the words slipped from her tongue she regretted asking. The past had nothing to do with them and she really didn’t want to hear about hot future chicks.
    “You’re the only woman I’ve ever touched like this.” His face held nothing but the high color of an aroused man and a whole lot of candor.
    Wow, just wow. “You’re a natural at seduction. You make me feel totally special, humble, and like I’m going to die if you don’t take me.”
    “That’s the best compliment ever.” The glow of adoration in his eyes disconcerted her. She dropped her lashes and flushed from an odd craving to please him.
    The lack of hands-on experience definitely hadn’t slowed Galahad’s smooth action. He worked a second finger into her molten core and pumped in and out with a slow, firm stroke guaranteed to drive her crazy. “You please me more than I ever dreamed and I dreamed big.”
    A minute ago she’d been in charge. Now pleasure he definitely controlled shivered through her body. She whimpered and rode his hand, wordlessly begging as she spun out of control—lost in the enchantment of his expert caresses.
    He varied his touch from featherlight to almost painful pressure, keeping her constantly off balance and wildly excited.
    “Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
    Marcus’ command was all it took to tip her into the maelstrom of ecstasy that left her limp and quaking as aftershocks washed through her core.
    He continued to pet her, easing her sensitized folds with gentle caresses. Grateful for his soft touch, she sank into him, letting him take her weight.
    Time passed while she drifted in and out of awareness. Lost in a sensual trance of pure sensation, she slipped into bliss over and over again. When full consciousness returned, her head rested on warm, thick pads of muscle. A steady heartbeat drummed a song of reassurance. Strong arms held her safe. She straddled an impressive erection, granite hard, covered in hot silk. The broad-ridged head nudged her soaked entrance.
    As his plump crown breached her feminine walls, stretching the delicate skin, her eyes watered from the sting. She slowed her breathing to help ease the burn as her body clamped down, fighting his possession.
    He stilled, thumbed away her tears and began to pull out. “Why didn’t you tell me to stop?”
    She leaned forward and captured his lower lip between her teeth and nipped hard enough to get his attention. “’Cause it hurts so good.”
    He seized control of her mouth, claiming every corner as his own. Lost in his passionate kiss, her tight walls eased around his thick cock and her pussy flooded with fresh cream.
    He slid almost completely out until only his broad cock head remained in her sheath. Then he plowed back inside in a single measured, forceful stroke that made her cunt ripple with bliss. A groan of sheer male pleasure heightened her arousal. “Just when I thought nothing could be better.”
    “You’re already perfect, gorgeous. Can’t get better than that.” He nipped her ear, sending tender bolts of erotic fire straight to her core.
    Then he gripped her, tilting her pelvis so the hard ridge of his crown rubbed across her sweet spot with each long, powerful thrust of his hips. “I want you to come for me until you have nothing left.”
    Aftershocks from her last climax rolled through her with gathering strength. Her core tightened and the sensation spread to the rest of her body until she shuddered against him in short, frantic jerks.
    “Right there. Oh my God. Don’t stop.” She clutched his shoulders, digging in hard enough to draw blood.
    Marcus varied the pace of his strokes from fast and hard to devastatingly slow. He was big and strong and tireless. Only his hold on her hips and her grasp on him kept her from losing herself