The Wicked House of Rohan (The House of Rohan 0.50)

"You're wrong. "

He leaned over her and pressed his lips to the corner of her eye, a light, butterfly kiss. "Of course you'd say that. " His smile was self-deprecatory.

"I do recognize it. "

He froze, as if he couldn't believe what she'd said. It was no wonder--she couldn't believe it either. All she knew was that if he pulled away from her now she would die.

"Well," he said after a long moment. "Then what are we going to do about this, Miss Strong?"

She reached up and cupped his face between her hands. Bad things had happened to him since she'd once fallen in love with him, turning him cynical, but in truth she was a constant soul. When she fell in love it was forever, and in fifteen years the one thing that hadn't changed were her feelings for him. If this was the only way she could have him then she'd take him this way. "I think we are going to render me unusable for tonight's ceremony. "

For a moment he didn't move. And then he leaned over and kissed her softly at first, and she wanted to cry from the sweetness of it. And then he deepened the kiss, his mouth open, and he used his tongue, shocking her, arousing her. Her hands were clutching his shoulders, and she touched his tongue with hers, shivering in response. Her breasts felt swollen, sensitive, and she was wet between her legs. She didn't know why, all she knew was that she wanted his hands on her, all over her. He touched her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples, and the heat inside her began to build. He slid her shift down, so that her breasts were exposed in the cool night air, and then he bent down, his tongue dancing across one breast, and she heard a quiet moan, one that had to have come from her.

"You're beautiful," he whispered against her skin, untying the corset and pulling it from her. "But I need to feed you more. "

"I like to eat," she murmured.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he said with a soft laugh, then moved to her other breast, sucking it into his mouth, and her moan was louder this time. "But we'll save that for another time. Tonight we'll concentrate on you. "

She had no idea what he was talking about, but whatever it was sounded wicked and wonderful. The petticoat was off her now, and all that was left was her shift and her drawers. And then they were gone as well, and she was naked beneath him, as he moved his mouth down her body, letting his tongue dip into her navel. "You taste like roses," he murmured. "I like that. "

"Good," she said in a strangled voice, as he slid his fingers into the curls between her legs. Of course he was going to touch her there--that was how it was done. But she knew she was wet, and she suddenly felt very shy.

But he'd already slid his hand lower, and she felt his fingers lightly touching the most secret parts of her, and it was too late. "You're wet," he said, rubbing his face against her stomach. "I love it. "

All right, she thought. Then maybe the wetness wasn't a bad thing. He slid one finger into her, and she arched up, understanding why. He brought it out and put two in, spreading the moisture around, touching her, stretching her, getting her used to the feel of his hand, before she got used to the feel of his penis.

His thumb brushed against something, and she cried out in surprise as a rush of pleasure surged through her. She reached for him then, pulling at his shirt. She heard his chuckle, and he pulled it over his head and tossed it, then rolled over on top of her, still wearing his breeches, settling between her legs. She could feel that part of him, that thick, insistent bulge against her, and she shivered in reaction, arching up for him, wanting him, needing him.

He bumped against her, gently, and she cried out, trying to pull him closer. "Slow down, my angel. I want to make this last. "

"I don't," she said in a choked voice. "I want you now. I need you. "

He laughed against her throat, and his fingers moved between her legs again, three now, moving deep into the dampness, stretching her as he stroked her. "I know you do. And I could take you this minute and lose myself in you. But you need to know the pleasure if you're going to take the pain. " His fingers trailed upward, touching that secret place that made her shiver and cry out. "I want you to unfasten my breeches," he whispered, as he slid, and then rubbed, and slid, and rubbed, until she thought she'd go mad with it, and she fumbled with his breeches, practically ripping them off him, releasing him.

She was afraid to touch him, but he took her hand and placed it on his erection, and for a moment she was terrified. That would never fit inside her, it would rip her apart. But he moved her hand on him, cupping her fingers, sliding her fist up and down the way her body would grip him, and the excitement built again, wiping out her fear. This had been happening since the dawn of time, and the parts were made to fit together, even if it seemed unlikely. She ran her fingers over the head, and felt his dampness as well, and she wanted more.

"Please," she said, stroking him, pulling gently at him, marveling at the hardness beneath the silken skin, and he muttered a low curse.

"You're being difficult," he chided her. "And if you keep doing that I won't be able to hold out. "

"I don't want you to hold out. I want you. . . "

"Where do you want me, Miss Strong?" he whispered in her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and biting lightly.

She groaned in unexpected pleasure. "Inside me," she said.

"Then let's get this virginity done with, shall we?" he said with a laugh, and he pushed her legs apart, settling down, the head of him resting against her. He pushed in, just a little bit, and she knew a slight burning along with exquisite pleasure. Yes, this was what she wanted. This was where he belonged, the joining that would stay forever in her heart. He pushed deeper, and the pain increased, as well as the joy. She put her arms around him, sliding her hands up his sleek, beautiful back, and then she tugged at him, lifting her hips.

"More," she said.

"Oh, God," he moaned, and thrust deep, breaking through the barrier and coming up hard against her.

It hurt. She couldn't help it, she cried out, and for a moment the pain was searing. And then as quickly as it came it began to recede, not completely, but to a point where it was simply a reminder that this was part of the price.

He was holding very still, looking down at her. "Are you all right?"

"Yes. "