“But I want to—”
“So do I.”
“But the bed—”
“I can’t wait that long. Here. Now.”
Before Ariana could reply, he’d freed his rigid erection and, in one deliberate motion, lowered Ariana onto his full length. “Take me, misty angel,” he breathed into her hair. “Let me lose myself inside your softness.” He heard her gasp, then eased her away so he could see her face. “Am I too deep?”
Wordlessly, she shook her head, reaching for him even as he dragged her back, impaling her with his turgid flesh.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, pressing her flanks tightly to his. When he didn’t reply, she raised up to see his face. “Trenton?” she managed.
“What?” His teeth were tightly gritted against the rapture that was escalating too hard, too soon.
“Please …” she repeated, looking lost and bewildered and so damned beautiful that he longed to merge their very souls into one.
“Move,” he told her instead. “Like this.” He seized her hips, raising and lowering her, teaching her the rhythm … and driving himself insane in the process.
He felt it the moment she took over. Her small hands gripped his shoulders, her slender legs hugged his thighs. And her tight, velvety wet passage absorbed him, enveloped him, stroked him with fingers of fire.
Trenton groaned, letting Ariana set the pace, greedily arching into every downward shift of her hips. With each thrust he penetrated deeper, withdrew, farther, reveling in his wife’s glorious, abandoned response, her limbs tightening around him, possessing him as totally as he was possessing her.
Waiting was never an option. Trenton was peaking too fast, the pleasure too acute to repress. With a guttural shout, he lunged upward, lifting her with the force of the motion, clamping his hands on her hips and forcing her down to meet him until he heard her softly cry out … in pain or pleasure he wasn’t sure. And then he was plummeting over the edge of white-hot sensation, calling out to her, over and over, spilling himself in an endless, unbearable, shattering release that drained his strength and renewed his soul.
He was still moving as he opened his eyes, and the look on Ariana’s face made him shudder anew. She was watching his expression intently, her own registering both awe and joy.
“You’re magnificent,” she whispered.
Trenton’s gaze dropped to the hard points of her nipples, so clearly de
fined through the fine cotton of her gown, and he felt a stab of guilt and regret. “I gave you no pleasure.”
“But you did,” she protested, profoundly aware of him still hard and pulsing inside her.
Slowly, he shook his head. “No, my little innocent, not the kind I intended.” Before she could protest, he brought her mouth down to his and, with their bodies still joined, slid his fingers between them. Slowly, erotically, he touched her, caressed her, moving his body and his hand in the ways he knew would maximize her pleasure.
Ariana melted around him, her body so feverishly aroused that it took mere seconds to push her beyond herself. Her eyes widened with shock as she realized how frantic she was for release.
Trenton smiled darkly, unsurprised by the magnitude of her response. “Now, Ariana,” he said, nipping lightly at her lower lip, “now you’ll feel it.” He arched into her, never breaking the motion of his fingers. “Come apart in my arms,” he ordered softly. His thumb circled her achingly sensitive flesh. “Now, misty angel,” he demanded, pushing that extra inch inside her. “Now … give yourself up to it. … Give yourself to me.”
The pleasure exploded into rainbows of shimmering sensation, so powerful that Ariana cried out again, clinging to Trenton and sobbing his name. Succumbing to the wrenching spasms, she buried her face in her husband’s shoulder until the tremors had subsided. Then, with a weak, sated sigh, she collapsed against his chest.
She was floating, limp and dazed in his arms, when he gently carried her to the bed.
He lay her down, tugging off her robe and nightgown, and quickly stripped off his own clothes. Then he lowered himself beside her and began to pay slow homage to her body, relishing the silky texture of her skin in a way his urgency hadn’t permitted mere moments before.
“All night, Ariana,” he promised huskily, “I’m going to make love to you all night.” Lightly, he outlined the shell of her ear with his tongue, breathing explicit vows in a rough, deep voice, describing all the different things he planned to do to her … all the exciting things they would do to each other.
And then he showed her.
“Trenton …”she whispered at one point during the night, placing a restraining hand against his shoulder, her eyes, her voice filled with the shadowed questions that lay between them.
“Later,” he replied, easing over her, kissing her hand and bringing it around to his nape. “Much later.” He parted her thighs and penetrated her wet warmth inch by glorious inch until her eyes slid closed and she said his name again, this time not in question. “Ah, my beautiful, exhilarating, misty angel,” he murmured, guiding her legs around his waist, “… much, much later.”
Dawn’s first rays were flickering through the narrow opening in the drapes when Trenton finally eased away from his exhausted wife.
Feeling the cool air strike her body, Ariana came instantly awake, a wave of panic sweeping through her. Will he want to leave again? she wondered silently. Like he did the other night?