His face taut with emotions held fiercely in check, he ran his fingers over her skin, her slim body sleek and supple under his hands, making her stir restlessly. When he brushed the dusky curls crowning her thighs, she moaned.
“Sabrina…So beautiful, so wild and ready for me…Slowly, love…” he urged when she strained against his hand. “I don’t wish to hurt you.”
“You would never hurt me.”
“Not intentionally.” A pained smile pulled at Niall’s mouth. “But I am so hungry for you, I cannot guarantee finesse.”
“I don’t care…”
Urgently Sabrina drew him down to her, shuddering with hunger, sighing when his nude body eased over hers. Any doubts shattered when she was in his arms. He made her believe in dreams. He made her feel beautiful, desirable…wholly a woman. He made her feel loved.
“My heart,” he whispered against her lips, “I love you so much that I ache with it.”
Sabrina heard the endearment through a mist of desire; joy shimmered through her with the urgency of pain as he showered her with hot, deep, soul-stirring kisses. She reveled in the possessiveness of his embrace, in the magnificence of his aroused body.
When he heard the sob of need that ripped through her, Niall raised his head. “Sabrina? You are trembling…Do I frighten you?”
“No…I frighten myself, I want you so much.”
Niall felt his heart swell. He knew the same trembling, the same wonder. He’d never imagined lovemaking could be like this. He shook with the need to have her wrapped around him, to become part of her.
“Show me, my bonny mouse,” he whispered as he fitted his body to hers, covering her with his naked heat.
He spread her thighs, intimately knowing the cradle of her femininity. “Look at me, Sabrina,” he ordered hoarsely. “I want to see your eyes when I take you. I want to see you all stunned and wanting…”
She obeyed, her eyes dazed with sensuality, her face flushed with longing.
“I want to feel every shudder, every sigh.” Bending, he lowered his mouth to hers again.
He felt as though he were a hot-blooded lad on the brink of losing his innocence. Except that this desire, this yearning, was far more profound.
He wanted Sabrina.
He wanted to love her until all the shadows in her eyes were gone. He wanted to show her every pleasure ever felt between a man and a woman. He wanted to lose himself in the sleek, welcoming heat of her luscious body…to lose and find himself.
He tasted deeply of her, drinking of her essence, yet a kiss was not nearly enough. He pressed closer, desperately wanting more of her. He could not fathom this fierce want, this need to bury himself so deeply he could never pull free, yet it was there, pulsing and rich and immutable.
Shaking with urgency, he mounted her with powerful thighs. Hard and virile and throbbing, he slid upward into her hot silky sweetness…groaning at the sleek, heated rapture he found as he entered her.
Agony and bliss. He wanted to go slowly, savoring the moment, yet he couldn’t hold back. Passion, hungry need, erupted at the first thrusting stroke.
He said her name in a raw, shaking voice, and with a hunger too long denied, sank deeper into her, trying to absorb her body into his so that nothing could ever separate them.
Sabrina welcomed him inside her, giving a soft cry of pleasure, of surrender and victory. Her fingers clutched mindlessly at him as she wound her legs more tightly around him.
Niall shuddered at the forceful primitive glory of it, as desire and love flamed out of control. Unable to restrain himself, he surged into her, driving deeper, desperately trying to sate himself with the beautiful fiery woman writhing beneath him.
He loved her. He told her so unforgettably, with an honesty more profound than words. He swore it with each fierce stroke, a promise made not just by his body, but his heart and mind as well.
And Sabrina believed.
She strained against him with shameless joy as uncertainty was swept from her mind forever.
She clung to him as he pounded into her, yet Niall was oblivious to her fingernails clawing down his naked back as they strained together in frenzied passion.
It was the most intense joy he had ever felt, all heat and hunger, all madness and desire. His body clenched as savage, unrestrained pleasure ripped through him, the convulsions wild and endlessly ravenous. A primitive, jubilant cry burst from his throat as he furiously pumped his seed into her in a bonding fierce beyond anything he had ever known.
He lacked the strength to roll away from her afterward. Instead he lay collapsed upon Sabrina, reveling in the richness of her passionate abandon, her skin dewy with erotic warmth, her hair, silken wild, tangled around them both. He had forgotten such raw, soul-wrenching pleasure was possible.