My Heart's Desire (Barrett 1)

“I bled.”

He froze, startled, trying to see her expression in the dim light. He wondered if her words were meant to be an accusation, an expression of anger. Unsure, he waited.

She turned her face up to his, uncertainty in her eyes. “That’s normal, is it not?”

Drake could feel the knot of tension inside him melt away in a flood of tenderness. Obviously no one had prepared her for last night. “Very normal, sweetheart.” He kissed her eyelids softly, then her cheeks. “It happens only the first time, never again.” He felt her relax beneath him. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he whispered.

She slid her hands up the strong muscles of his forearms, his shoulders. “I’m not sorry,” she answered honestly. “The pain wasn’t that severe and it didn’t last long.” Her own curious gaze dropped to the dark hair that covered his broad chest and tapered down to the flat, taut planes of his abdomen. He was magnificent.

Drake watched her, forcing himself to lie still and endure her scrutiny. Lord, she hadn’t even touched him and he was on the brink of insanity. “Like what you see, princess?” he managed with a tight smile.

She raised her enchanted eyes to his face. “Yes, very much.”

He groaned. “You are destroying me.”

For the first time Alex knew the full power of her own sexuality. She gave Drake a worldly smile. “I hope so.”

The combination of her alluring sensuality and her breathtaking innocence was going to be the death of him.

Unable to hold back, he lowered the full weight of his body onto hers, tangling his hands in her silky hair. They kissed, open-mouthed and unashamedly hungry for each other. Alex explored the hard contours of his back, the rippling muscles beneath the smooth skin. She could feel his maleness, hard and throbbing, against the soft skin of her thighs, and she arched slightly to increase the exciting friction it generated.

Drake gave a hoarse cry of need, tore his mouth from hers, pressed urgent, burning kisses down her throat and shoulders until he reached her breasts. He paused, his chest heaving, and stared down at her, watching her nipples tighten even before he touched them.

“Drake … please …” Alex couldn’t bear the tension. She needed his touch desperately.

“Yes, princess,” he breathed, lowering his open mouth to her yearning breasts.

The taste of her skin, the sweet intensity of her desire, was almost more than he could take. He circled each breast with his tongue, then drew the taut nipples into his mouth, using his lips and his teeth to drive her wild. He felt her writhing beneath him, heard her calling his name.

He needed more. When her nipples were wet and swollen from his mouth, Drake moved down, gliding his tongue along the slender curves of her body. He paused at her navel, dipping his tongue inside, circling slowly, then going lower still, kissing her legs, her thighs, urging them apart with his hands and settling himself between them.

Alex whimpered, torn between frantic need and embarrassed resistance. She felt his breath there, between her legs, and her whole body begged her to give in, to let him do this wonderful thing to her.

She felt his lips, his seeking tongue, and knowing that she would soon be unable to do so, voiced a weak token protest. “No …”

“Yes.” With that one word she was his. He tasted her sweetness, the nectar of her passion, and the world went up in flames.

The pleasure was beyond endurance and growing stronger, higher, consuming her in an agony of wanting. She clutched at his shoulders,

arched wildly against his mouth, seeking more, all sensation centered beneath his stroking tongue.

Drake stoked the fire inside her again and again until he was shuddering, so close to eruption that he could wait no longer. He raised his mouth from her moist sweetness, panting, and leaned back until he was kneeling between her spread legs.

Alex’s eyes flew open in protest. She was at the very edge of sensation, desperate for release. Her storm gray eyes met his blazing emerald ones.

“Drake … please … don’t leave me … not yet,” she pleaded, her voice shaking with passion.

He groaned, closing his eyes, fighting for the control he needed to take her gently, to merge their sweat-drenched, craving bodies without causing her pain.

Unsure of his actions, knowing only her own desperate need for fulfillment, Alex wrapped her small hand around his huge, rigid arousal. He flinched at her touch, his face contorted with pain. She stroked him gently, coaxingly. “Drake?”

It was no use.

With an anguished cry he entered her, taking her with all the violent need of his body and soul. He heard her cry out, but it was too late; he couldn’t have stopped or slowed down if his very life had depended on it.

“Alex … Alex …” He called her name over and over, pounding into her welcome softness with all of his strength and passion, demanding all that she could give.

She sobbed his name, contracting around him with wild, utter abandon, feeling the warm flood of his seed as it poured into her body.