The Black Diamond (Black Diamond 2)

"Do that again," Aurora managed.

A muscle working in his jaw, Julian repeated the motion, pushing deep into her warmth, circling his hips so she could get the full impact of the caress.

"I'm going to die," Aurora gasped, parting her legs further, beckoning him deeper. "Don't … stop…"

Her plea ended on a moan as he thrust forward again, grinding his hips against hers and groaning her name.

Cool air swept over her as Julian rose up, lifting her and tugging her gown and chemise down and away, dragging her stockings along with them.

She was naked.

Rather than embarrassed, Aurora felt only a wondrous sense of relief. She cracked open her eyes and watched Julian's expression as he drank in her nudity.

"Exquisite." His fingers followed his gaze, rounding the curve of her waist and hips, smoothing over the flat of her stomach, descending lower to find the haven he most sought.

His hand was shaking violently as he brushed the auburn cloud between her thighs, shifted lower to open her, touch her where she so desperately needed him to be.

A hoarse growl escaped his lips as he encountered her wetness, the heated warmth that beckoned him into her. His finger slipped inside, parted the tender folds, and eased deeper, touching, stroking, awakening.

Aurora's hips lifted of their own accord, her eyes widening at the realization of her body's reflexive, clamoring response. The feel of him inside her was rapture—and yet at the same time it wasn't enough. She whimpered as he aroused her, his finger withdrawing only to glide forward again, repeating the caress over and over until Aurora begged for more, knowing that without it she would die.

Julian gave it to her. He added a second finger, stretching her as he penetrated, giving her a dizzying sense of fullness that made Aurora moan, toss her head to and fro. Still it wasn't enough—and he knew it—for abruptly his rhythm intensified, his caresses delving deeper, moving faster, matching the undulations of her hips.

When his thumb found the bud of her desire, Aurora nearly came up off the seat. Her breath lodged in her throat, shock waves of sensation shooting through her like cannon fire.

"Julian … my God…" She yearned to say more, to plead with him to continue, but she couldn't speak, could scarcely recapture her breath. All she could do was gaze wildly up at him, praying he'd read the urgency in her eyes.

Julian's forehead was dotted with sweat, his own eyes blazing with a fierce hot light. "I know, Rory," he muttered in a guttural tone. "I know. I need that, too."

With that his thumb glided over her again, then again, his fingers continuing their excruciating assault as his thumb worked its magic.

With a sharp inarticulate cry, Aurora reached a pinnacle of sensation. Everything inside her converged then shattered, her body unraveling in a series of contractions that spiraled out from her core, quaked through her limbs.

Julian made a harsh, triumphant sound, his teeth clenching as he pressed deeper, l

etting her climax wash over him, grip his fingers in completion.

Collapsing onto the seat, Aurora went limp, her muscles weak, her body boneless in the exquisite aftermath. Eyes shut, she drifted dazed and replete, yet thoroughly aware of Julian's caresses within her, soothing her as he withdrew.

She cracked open her eyes. "That was glorious."

Despite his fierce arousal, the unabated tension permeating his body, Julian grinned at her straightforward understatement. "I'm glad."

"But there's more." She reached up, tugged at the top button of his breeches. "For both of us."

Julian's hand stilled hers, all humor having vanished. "Aurora, listen to me. This is your first time. No matter how gentle I am, I'm going to hurt you. I swear, I'll do everything in my power to minimize that pain. But my control is about to snap, that's how close to the edge I am. If you touch me, I'll…" His breath expelled in a hiss as, totally disregarding her husband's warning, Aurora wriggled her fingers free, worked them into the opening of his breeches, and did precisely what Julian had cautioned her against.

"You're so hot," she whispered, freeing two buttons to ease her way. "So powerful. I can actually feel you pulsing against my hand." She dispensed with the remaining buttons and watched in fascination as his rigid manhood sprang free. "Julian, you're magnificent." She traced a line to the straining tip.

Julian went wild. Growling her name, he tore off his clothing, flinging it about the carriage even as he came down over his bride, tugging apart her thighs and settling himself between them. "Dammit, Aurora," he rasped. "I'm going to…"

"I want that," she breathed, awed by his expression, the near-violent motions of his body. His hips were thrusting even before he penetrated her, his taut manhood desperately seeking the heated entrance it craved.

With unerring skill he found her.

Renewed pleasure shimmered through Aurora in rippling waves as Julian crowded into her tight hot passage. His earlier caresses had left her damp, pliant, and she opened to him eagerly, readily, gasping as she discovered this new extravagant sense of fullness. He pushed deeper, stretching her more, demanding that she take all of him.

"God." He ground out the word. "You feel so … damned … good."