She felt his breath tease her sensitized skin as his warm mouth descended, and her stomach contracted with pleasure.
“Do you like this?” he murmured, pressing hot kisses across her abdomen, cupping her hips and massaging her soft bottom with the tips of his fingers.
“Yes … oh, yes …”
“Good. And this?” He knelt between her legs, lifting her foot to his mouth, kissing the smooth arch, the dainty sole, wetting her tingling skin with his tongue, biting lightly to intensify the sensation. Ariana moaned. “Good,” he whispered, moving to the curve of her ankle, her calf, the delicate slope of her knee. Ariana shivered uncontrollably, whimpered for him to stop, then sighed with disappointment when he complied.
“Don’t …” she protested in a breathy whisper.
“I won’t.”
Ariana’s body leapt with pleasure as Trenton turned his attentions to her other leg.
“And this? Do you like this, misty angel?” He shifted a bit higher on the bed, his open mouth caressing her warm inner thigh.
The ecstasy was so acute she couldn’t answer.
“Good,” he replied as if she’d spoken. He eased her legs apart, settled himself between them. Open-mouthed, he teased first one thigh, then the other, moving higher and higher, tasting every satin inch of skin until he’d reached the exquisite joining that defined her womanhood. “And most especially, this,” he breathed, burying his mouth in her sweetness.
Suspended on the dazzling threshold of passion, Ariana never uttered the token protest that formed in her mind, for it dispelled into nothing before ever reaching her lips. The rapture erupted inside her in a blaze, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure so acute it was like pain. She tossed her head on the pillow, taut with a need she had never imagined and an urgency she didn’t understand. All she knew was that something inside her coiled so tightly, clawed so powerfully, that if it didn’t ease she would die. She called out to Trenton, begged him to help her, greedily arching into each wildly erotic plunge of his tongue.
Abruptly, he stopped, and Ariana sobbed a protest, beyond coherent thought, beyond any thought at all.
He loomed over her, his body shuddering more powerfully than hers. “I’m too selfish,” he ground out. “I want you with me, not alone.” He vaulted from the bed, leaving Ariana dying.
“Trenton … please …” she pleaded, pride insignificant beside the unendurable ache he’d created inside her. “I can’t … bear it.”
“You don’t have to.” He tore off his robe, lowering his sweat-drenched body over hers, providing Ariana with her shocking first glimpse of a naked man. “Open to me,” he commanded, his face, his tone, harsh with need. “Let me in … deep, deep inside you. Filling all of you with all of me.” He lifted her legs, placed them around his waist, leaving her totally open to his penetration. He paused. “Ariana, look at me.”
Ariana tore her gaze from his huge, rigid erection, looking up at him with stunned eyes.
“My bewitching misty angel,” he murmured, stroking her cheek with a shaking hand. “So dazed, so passionate.” He inhaled sharply. “Are you frightened?”
Ariana’s body screamed for relief. “Will it hurt?”
He fought the reflexive motion of his hips, already urging him into her. “At first… yes.”
Ariana closed her eyes, totally, maddeningly on fire. She felt her husband lock his arms on either side of her head, battling for a control he no longer possessed. And all because he didn’t want to cause her pain.
Slowly, Ariana’s eyes opened, gazing directly into Trenton’s tortured stare. With quivering fingers and innate perception, she reached down and guided him into her, feeling his body jolt with urgency, his life pulse beneath her fingertips. “I’m not frightened,” she whispere
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“Ariana …” he choked out, his features contorting with passion. He pressed deeper into her, stretching her delicate flesh with his powerful invasion, filling her so totally she gasped.
Instantly, he stopped. “Does it hurt?”
“Not really,” she answered in breathless wonder.
He eased deeper, deeper still, until he reached the thin veil of her maidenhood. His chest heaved with each breath, his hips circled spontaneously, readying her for his possession. Slowly, gently, he slid his hand between them, finding and caressing the delicate, swollen bud of her passion, gliding his thumb over her dewy wetness, repeating the caress again and again until Ariana cried out, arched her back for more.
“Yes, misty angel … like that, yes.” He thrust into her, taking her from girlhood to womanhood in one famished, irrevocable stroke.
Slices of pain cut through the cresting pleasure, and Ariana bit back her anguished cry, digging her nails into the sheets and squeezing her eyes shut. She felt torn in two, filled to bursting, raw and aching.
Trenton held himself completely still, balancing his weight on his elbows and staring down into his wife’s pale face. Two tears slid out from beneath her long lashes and trickled down her cheeks.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” she heard him murmur. “I won’t have to hurt you anymore. I promise.” He slid his fingers between them once more, stroking ever so lightly, bending his head to her breast, drawing the still-hard nipple into his mouth and bathing it with his tongue.