Free Relentless Lord by Amy Sandas Page A

length, reveling in the satiny glide of his hard flesh as she wondered what it would feel like when that part of him entered her body. She was a virgin, but she knew well enough the act of procreation. The thought of experiencing such an intimate joining with Miles made her tremble. The throbbing between her legs increased to an insistent ache.
    As though understanding the craving that claimed her, he gave up his submissive posture and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck to draw her mouth to his. She tumbled forward onto his chest and fell into the kiss. He brought his other hand to cup her buttocks, rolling her more fully onto him until his cock thrust up against the softness of her belly.
    His kiss became deeper and more penetrating. She groaned into his mouth as he kneaded her derriere.
    With a growl, he lifted and rolled, taking her over until he was atop her once again. This time, he settled both legs between hers, forcing her thighs to widen around him. Her nightdress was twisted up around her hips and she gasped as the hot, smooth tip of him pressed to the entrance of her body. But he did not push forward. Instead, he lifted his shoulders until he could grasp the neckline of her gown. He tugged it down, exposing her breasts to his view and the possession of his mouth.
    He circled each thrusting peak with his velvety tongue, scraped her softness with his teeth and drew her deep into the heat of his mouth. Hannah clasped his head in her hands, holding him to her breasts as she rolled her hips beneath him, craving the awkward pressure and friction it caused. Needing more of it.
    But instead of giving her what her body demanded, he lifted his hips away.
    Hannah protested with a low sound in the back of her throat. He murmured a soothing sound before he reached down and slid his fingers along the seam of her needful flesh.
    Hannah jerked and arched.
    He teased and coaxed her by turns. Stroking her with his long fingers, then circling, then flicking and rubbing before starting all again. Every second ignited more fire in her blood, urging the ache to a restless hunger. And then the first intrusion into her body. A gentle press of his finger easing along her inner flesh. Then a second finger and the initiation of a rhythm that tormented beyond reason.
    Hannah was lost. Her panting breath, her clutching fingers, her rocking hips, all belonged to a woman possessed beyond reality. She had not expected such intensity, such a feeling of being consumed.
    It was not until she was completely mindless that he pressed his hips between her thighs once again. And now, finally, what she had been striving for. The steady pressure of his erection spread her, claiming her with slow, intense strength. Her body stretched, her need grew until that moment of inner resistance.
    Miles looked into her eyes then, his green gaze darkened by desire, his brows low and his breath coming fast between his lips. So much restraint. So much focus.
    And all of it for her.
    Hannah wrapped her arms around his neck and flicked her tongue over his lower lip. He released a guttural groan as his hips jerked forward to press more painfully to her core. Hannah stiffened from the searing burn, but before he could retreat, she lifted her head to thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. When his tongue met hers, she closed her lips over it, sucking it into her mouth.
    He thrust his hips forward with enough force to tear through her maidenhead as he filled her completely. Miles dropped his forehead to hers. His breath was fast and stilted as he held himself still inside her.
    But Hannah was out of patience. Even the burn of her lost virginity could not keep her from moving, grinding herself against him as she sought his mouth again. The pain was nothing compared to her need.
    Propping himself on his elbows, he framed her face in his hands and kissed her. Deeply. Tenderly. She may have considered it reverent if not for the carnal taste on his tongue and the wicked