Free Matthew: The Circle Eight by Emma Lang Page B

nudged her entrance and she opened her legs even wider. As he slid in, he felt enormous, but strangely good. The slow slide turned into a friction that sent sparks through her. She wanted to tell him to go faster, but thought he would wonder why. Perhaps she truly was a wanton.
    When he was finally embedded deep within her, Hannah took a breath and realized this was the closest she’d been to anyone. It was amazing, it was life altering.
    He kissed her. “Okay?”
    She murmured a yes and tugged a bit on his back. Hannah needed him to move and joyfully, he did. At first his pace was slow, giving her time to adjust to the sheer size of him. Then she raised her knees and he groaned above her.
    Hannah knew he was holding himself up with one arm as he pleasured her and thrust his cock within her. She wanted to kiss him but couldn’t. She whimpered as the coil within her wound so tight, she couldn’t even think.
    Then something crashed over her, stealing her breath and stopping her heart. The wave spread out from her center and through her body, an ecstasy that was almost unbearable. She thought she shouted his name, but realized she couldn’t tell for the ringing in her ears.
    He leaned down and kissed her then, his body finally covering hers completely. She clenched around him as he thrust faster and faster, his breath coming in grunts against her cheek. She opened her mouth to his questing tongue, just as her body was open to his staff.
    Matt’s fingers bunched the coverlet beneath them as he thrust in so deep, she saw stars. The pleasure that had been ebbing within her began again. She held him close as he whispered her name in her ear, filling her with his seed.
    Tears formed in her eyes so she shut them tightly. She had never known what it meant to be close to someone, to have a mate. She’d never known.
    Hannah had become Mrs. Matthew Graham.
    Matt stared at the ceiling, his mind a jumble of thoughts. What he’d intended as a simple introduction to the ways of men and women had turned into something completely different. He’d lost control.
    Again.
    Hannah wasn’t anything special. She was an ordinary woman with plain features. He had never noticed her before even if they had been in town at the same time. It was only through sheer coincidence they’d met in the store a week ago.
    Then why? Why did he fall into some kind of spell every time he touched her?
    He sure as hell didn’t understand it, and if he were honest with himself, he didn’t like it. Matt was the oldest, the one who had to be in charge and in control at all times. Hannah threw him off kilter, made his body react in ways it never had. And he lost the ability to think when he was with her.
    It was disconcerting and maddening. It was also frightening.
    Matt knew his parents’ marriage had been one based on love. They were affectionate and had always respected each other. That wasn’t a bad thing, but his father had also kowtowed to his mother’s wishes. Matt wanted his marriage to be based on mutual respect and not this loco physical reaction he was wholly unprepared for.
    Of course, at this point they were well and truly married, and there was no way to reverse that particular event. He still didn’t know exactly what had happened after that first kiss. It was as if his mind took a nap while his body thoroughly tasted, teased, and joined with hers.
    Just thinking about what they’d done made his cock hard again. It twitched beneath the covers at the memory of being with Hannah. Hungry again for her only minutes after their first time together.
    She couldn’t know how much she affected him. Ever. Matt wanted to hold the reins in their marriage and if Hannah knew she could control him with her body, he’d never touch those reins again.
    He finally closed his eyes, the grit in them uncomfortable. Perhaps he would sleep or perhaps not. His wedding day had not turned out as he’d expected, that was for sure. As Matt began to drift off, he was