Free Christmas Kismet by Jemma Grey Page A

She could feel his erection pressing against her, and the
muscles inside of her shuddered with need for him.
    “You’re
trembling,” he said against her neck as trailed kisses up the side of her
cheek.  His thumb grazed over the erect peak of her nipple.
    “So are you,” she
whispered as she encircled Henri’s shoulders with her arms.  His skin was so
warm and wonderful against her own.
    “Because I need
you so badly,” he said shyly into her hair.  “I need you more than I’ve ever
needed anyone.”
    “I need you too,”
Kate said.  “Make love to me, Henri Archer.”
    Still trembling
with his need, Henri claimed Kate’s lips in a possessive kiss as he took his
cock and positioned it at the entrance of her slick, wet heat.  He could feel
her wetness against the tip of his cock, which made him wild with need to delve
inside of her.  Henri held back for just a second, savoring the feeling of
overwhelming desire that overtook him as he stood poised at the entrance to
Kate’s body.
    With this, Kate
would be his.  She would belong to him in some unwritten, primal way.  Henri
wanted their joining to be perfect.
    He kissed Kate’s
lips tenderly and then pushed into her slick wet, sheath.  He groaned as he
drove into her, tearing though the barrier that shielded her virginity.
    Kate cried out in
pain against his lips.
    Realization dawned
on Henri, slicing through his passion.  He froze inside of her, his cock
throbbing with the need to move as her tight walls squeezed him erotically.
    Kate had been a
virgin! 
    “Shh, sweetheart,”
he said tenderly as he supported his weight on his elbows and looked tenderly
into Kate’s eyes.
    The tears that he
saw there shattered his heart.
    “I didn’t
know….why didn’t you tell me?” he stammered as he looked down at Kate.  It was
plain to see that he was hurting her.  Fighting every instinct of his body,
Henri forced himself to be still inside of her.  He gritted his teeth together
and fought the urge to drive into her again and again, spilling his seed deep
within her womb.
    “I…I…thought you
might not want to if you knew,” Kate said, her voice barely a whisper.  Her
chin quivered and she bit the inside of her cheek as she fought against the
pain.  It felt as though Henri had impaled her.  It felt as though he was
splitting her in half.
    She saw the
concern in his eyes.  He was sorry to have hurt her.  She should have told him.
    “I’m so sorry,
sweetheart,” he whispered huskily.  “I’d have been gentler had I known.  Please
forgive me,” he said softly as he stroked his fingers down her cheek.  “It will
feel better in a minute, just give your body time to adjust to me,” he
promised.
    “I should have
told you, I’m sorry,” Kate said shyly.
    “Sorry!” Henri
chuckled.  “ You have nothing to be sorry about, Kate,” he said with
aching honesty.  “I’m the one who should be sorry.  You gave me such a gift of
yourself, to know that I am the only man who has….Christ, Kate.  Don’t be
sorry!”
    “I’m not sorry,”
she conceded.  The pain of his invasion was beginning to dissipate.  It was
quickly being replaced with a good, stretching feeling that made Kate ache for
Henri to move.  “I wanted you to have that part of me,” she said, her eyes
hooded as she searched Henri’s for understanding.
    “Thank you,” he
whispered as he caressed her cheek.  “I’m never letting you go,” he vowed as he
kissed her lips tenderly.
    Kate felt the need
to move against Henri.  Her pain was beginning to lessen and Henri’s kiss had
rekindled the passion within her.  She brought her knees up, causing Henri to
shudder against her.
    “I don’t like that
I hurt you,” Henry said, remaining ever so still even though Kate’s slight
movement made him want to drive into her.  He should have been slower, gentler
with Kate.  The fact that he had hurt her tore at his heart.  But the
revelation that he had been the first