Samantha (Barrett 2)

He enveloped her nipple with a slow, teasing suction that taxed his control and made Sammy cry out, the sensation too overwhelming to endure. She begged him to stop, then begged him not to, shifting restlessly to deepen his velvety caress.

Rem moved to her other breast, tracing the nipple with his tongue, circling endlessly before giving in to her pl

eas and drawing the aching tip fully into his mouth. He began a tantalizing motion with his lips, alternately tugging and releasing the sensitized peak until Sammy's hips reflexively followed suit, rising and falling in conjunction with the rhythm of Rem's mouth.

The naturalness of her passion nearly pushed him over the edge. She was all innocence and fire, fierce in her wanting, breathtaking in her abandon. Like a new flower, she blossomed in his arms, reaching for the blinding light she knew he offered; uninhibited, untainted, unafraid.

Untouched.

Rem's heart swelled with that realization. Samantha was giving him her innocence. And he wanted to give her the world.

"Let me finish undressing you, love." His chest heaving, Rem lowered her to the bed. He cupped her breasts, traced the damp peaks with his thumbs, all the while watching her meadow-green eyes darken with passion, her breath come in harsh pants of need. "You are every fantasy I've ever dreamed," he told her huskily, gliding his palms to her waist, catching her gown and rended chemise, sliding them down over her hips.

A radiant glow suffused Samantha's skin, not a shred of doubt clouding her eyes, neither modesty nor shame diminishing the anticipation on her face. She lay, quiescent, while Rem peeled away her stockings, tossing them atop her discarded gown and chemise. Totally exposed to his scrutiny, she made no move to cover herself, remaining perfectly still beneath his consuming stare.

He made love to her with his eyes, drinking in her flawless beauty inch by inch, staking claim with every heated look. At last, with a rough, hungry sound, he allowed his hands free reign, stroking her hips and then her thighs, urging them to part for a more intimate caress.

The pulse in Sammy's body beat frantically, her insides melting with the same hunger she'd felt when Rem had caressed her in his carriage. How well she remembered the feeling of his knowing hands. How desperately she wanted to feel them again.

Blissfully, she shifted, her eyes drifting shut as she awaited his touch.

Rem lowered his head and buried his mouth in her sweetness.

Sammy cried out, instinctively reaching down, whether to push him away or pull him closer, she wasn't sure.

Capturing both her hands in one of his, Rem continued his exquisite assault, penetrating her ever so slowly with his tongue, simultaneously caressing the sensitive bud of her passion with his thumb. "God ... your taste." He released her hands to cup her bottom, lift her into his seeking tongue. "This alone is enough to drive me over the edge. Tasting you. Claiming you." He raised his head. "Tell me you're mine."

How could she speak? The world was Rem's mouth, Rem's touch, Rem's words. Nothing mattered but the ecstasy he lavished on her senses, her soul. Answer him? Impossible.

Rem's ravenous gaze bored through her, seeing the declaration she couldn't utter. Wordlessly, he lifted her legs higher over his shoulders, opening her totally to his possession, sinking his tongue deep inside her, only to withdraw and repeat the caress again and again.

"Rem . . ." Sammy uttered his name on a shrill, heightened cry, everything inside her converging into a pinpoint of blinding sensation that intensified and grew, intensified and grew, until it splintered into a million blazing fragments, scattering her soul to the heavens, pouring her heart into Rem's. "Oh ... Rem . . ."

Closing his eyes, Rem kissed Sammy's most intimate flesh, wringing another sobbing spasm out of her, sharing it, tasting it, unwilling to relinquish her even in the wake of her shattering release. He feathered his lips up the insides of her thighs and higher, knowing just where to stroke to prolong her wondrous sensations, where to linger to make it last. Even when she fell back, limp and exhausted against the pillows, he refused to stop, nuzzling her softly, pressing whisper-light caresses on her skin, gliding his fingers sensuously through the velvety wetness between her thighs. "So beautiful," he murmured. "So soft and warm and beautiful." He teased the opening of her body, entered her with his finger. "So excruciatingly tight." When she moaned his name, another current of sensation rippling from her body to his, his control splintered into nothingness.

"Samantha ..." He shuddered heavily, sweat sheening his body. "I..."

Inexperienced as she was, Sammy knew what to do.

Guided by an age-old instinct, she came to her knees, her fingers finding the fastenings of his breeches and tugging at them. "Rem ... please."

He wrenched off his shoes, kicking them aside and dragging down his breeches in one hard, violent motion.

"How magnificent you are," Sammy breathed, her reverent gaze fixed on his engorged manhood. "Powerful and strong ... everywhere."

Rem came down over her, wedging her thighs apart with his knee. "I can't wait."

"And I don't want to." She smiled into his eyes, joyously opening herself to him. "I'm yours," she whispered, giving him the answer he'd sought moments ago. "I always will be." Her breath came faster as he settled himself in the cradle of her thighs, found the heated entrance to her body with his own. "Oh, Rem, I love you."

The reverent declaration was as right as their joining, the natural expression of what she'd known from the start. Sammy watched the spasm of pleasure contort Rem's face, but whether it was caused by her admission or the feel of her body taking his, Sammy wasn't certain. All she knew was that she loved him, loved him desperately, and she wanted to give him more pleasure than any woman ever had.

"Christ..." The word escaped Rem in a savage hiss, physical sensation such as he had never known gripping his loins as he pushed inexorably forward into her clinging resistance. Her internal muscles stretched gracefully to accept his intrusion, hugging him tightly, sending blinding surges of pleasure through his throbbing shaft. He fought the feeling, determined to stay sane long enough to breach her maidenhead as painlessly as possible. "Samantha ..." He reached the fragile barrier, braced himself on his elbows and looked down into her astonished face.

"I never imagined it would be so beautiful," she breathed.

Emotion clogged Rem's throat. "Neither did I." He guided Sammy's legs higher around his waist. "Samantha ... I've never wanted anything ... anyone ... more in my life than I want you now."

"I know." She wrapped her arms around his back, feeling his love, wishing with all her heart he would say the words.