Calypso Magic (Magic Trilogy 2)

"Lyon, oh"

"Yes, sweetheart. It's all right. You're doing fine. With any luck at all we shall soon be in the same boat, so to speak."

He leaned down and kissed her again. His tongue slipped between her parted lips, just as his finger was inside her. She felt his manhood pressing urgently against her thigh.

He felt her maidenhead. He pressed gently, but the thin barrier held. He would spill his seed, he knew it. And he wanted desperately to be inside her.

"Diana, listen to me. I must come into you now or I will leave you. Do you understand?"

His finger was inside her, gently probing, and his voice was harsh against her cheek, his breathing sharp, as though he were in pain. She didn't understand, but she knew she could help him. "Yes, Lyon," she heard herself saying softly. She gently clutched his shoulders, drawing him closer.

He eased his finger out of her, felt her suck in her breath, and gently moved over her, parting her legs wide as he eased between them.

"Bend your knees." He cupped her face between his hands. "I want to see your face when I come inside you."

He reared back slightly, and she felt his manhood straining against her. Then he was inside her, gently pressing forward. Her eyes were wide upon his face and she saw his intense concentration. She had never imagined such a feeling, such warmth. She wasn't the least bit afraid, not now.

Suddenly, she stiffened, and the gentle feelings disappeared in a rush of pain. He would rend her, tear her. "No, Lyon, please, it hurts."

"Diana, sweetheartOh, dammit!"

He thrust forward, plunging through her maidenhead, and she cried out, her body bucking in pain. She couldn't dislodge him. He was deep inside her, a part of her now.

He held her face between his hands. His breathing was harsh, but he filled her now. "Hold still." He forced himself to stay quiet. He eased his body over her and began kissing her. "Feel me, Diana. Get used to me. Do you still hurt?"

"A little."

"It will ease," he said, but he heard the tears in her voice and felt her pain, and he hated himself for doing this to her. He hadn't intended it to be this way, but it was simply too much. He felt like a selfish pig, a

"You are so deep inside me. I can feel you throbbing. It is the strangest feeling."

That did it. He groaned harshly, pulled himself back, then thrust forward wildly. He threw back his head, his back arching as he drove deep again, touching her womb, and he spilled himself within her.

He heard her moan, a soft, helpless sound that struck him to his very soul. Some magic you've wrought, you randy bastard.

He came down over her, bearing his weight on his elbows, and tried not to move, but she was so small, so tight around him. He kissed her mouth and tasted the salt of her tears. "I am sorry, so very sorry for hurting you, Diana."

The pain was fading, but she felt stretched to bursting and she was wet. "Will you stay as you are?"

"What?"

"Will you stay inside me all night?"

He wanted to laugh at that, but he felt himself harden and knew that possessing her once was only the beginning.

"Would you mind?"

"If it stops hurting, no, I shouldn't mind. It is all just very odd."

He supposed that odd was accurate enough, since she hadn't experienced pleasure.

"I am very wet."

He felt himself jerk inside her and drew a deep breath. "You are wet with me, this time. With my seed."

"What do you mean, 'this time'?"

"My dearest girl, it is my pleasurable responsibility to ensure that when I come inside you, you will, ah, well, not be dry, I guess. It makes everything easier. You were ready for me, I should say, it is just that I rushed you."