Vexing the Viscount

“Braden,” she moaned as the pressure grew more intense.

“Shh, Tia, I’m here.”

She felt his shaft at her opening, pressing forward, eager to get deep inside her.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart. This is going to hurt,” he mumbled against her neck. “I’m sorry.” He plunged inside her.

“Oh God,” she exclaimed, not expecting it to hurt that much.

“I’m sorry,” he said. He kissed the tears that fell. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m all right,” she lied. Right now she felt as if she’d been ripped asunder. His thickness filled her, but the ache was still there.

“Shh, just give it some time.” He kissed her softly. “Relax, the worst is over. Soon it will be nothing but pleasure.”

How could that be possible? But as he kissed her lips and then down her neck, her body softened. Slowly, the ache eased. He reached between them and found her nub again. As he rubbed her there, she closed her eyes to the sensation. Moisture slickened her passage and as he moved slowly, she shivered.

“All right?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“I’m going as slowly as I can, but I’m so close, Tia.”

“Please, keep rubbing me there.”

“You do it,” he moved her hand down to her clitoris.

Feeling through her wet folds, she found it and rubbed as he slowly slid out. Her body tightened. “Oh my,” she moaned.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Rub harder.”

She did as he suggested, just as he glided back inside of her. The pressure came back and slammed into her, arching her back as she trembled from the feeling of her climax. “Braden,” she exclaimed.

“Oh God,” he moaned before thrusting twice more and then stilling over her body. “Tia, oh God, Tia.”

Both spent the next few minutes trying to catch their breath and realizing what they had done. For Tia, it was a strange experience to have a man lounging on top of her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Slowly, she felt his flaccid member start to slide out of her. For a brief moment, she felt empty inside. As if he was supposed to be inside of her forever.

He finally rolled off her and then brought her to rest her head against his chest. She could hear his strong heartbeat pounding in her ear. Something about that sound made her feel safe in the cradle of his arms. But another part of her felt guilt for making him break his vow.

“Braden,” she whispered, looking up at his blue eyes.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asked with a frown.

“Making you break your vow.”

He smiled slowly. “You did not make me break my vow. I vowed never to take another woman except my wife.”

“Exactly. And I do not believe I am your wife.”

“No yet,” he said softly. “But you will be.”

Chapter 15

Tia raised her head off his chest and stared down at him. “Have you gone completely insane? I am not about to become your wife.”