Part 21 (1/2)
She tried to grin at him and failed. ”Good.”
He didn't smile, either. His eyes were ablaze. He pushed her open thighs apart with each knee and said, ”I wanted this last night.”
She remembered instantly and she cried, ”Yes.”
He released her hands and abruptly ripped her nightgown in two.
Stunned, Virginia stilled, almost afraid, and she saw him look over every inch of her naked body, from the small globes of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with their hard, stiff tips to the delta between her spread thighs, and there, his gaze lingered.
She began to flush, as she had never been exposed like this before. She felt frighteningly vulnerable. She felt powerless-she was at his mercy-and oddly, it made it impossible to breathe. She could only yearn, her desire impossibly heightened.
”You are so beautiful...little one,” he murmured thickly, finally lifting his eyes to hers. ”I won't hurt you.”
Virginia knew she would never forget his eyes. She knew she had been a fool to worry about Fiona. She knew, somehow, instinctively and without a doubt, in that single span of time, that this man wanted her the way he would never want another woman. She knew his desire rivaled hers.
His mouth seemed to twist and Virginia gasped when he cupped her s.e.x. ”This belongs to me,” he said softly, a warning.
She could only nod, shocked by the barbaric statement. Then his hand eased and she felt his fingers sliding over each full lip and into the creva.s.se between.
Virginia cried out, eyes closing, arching helplessly up against him. ”Devlin,”' she chanted. ”Oh, Devlin, do help me!”
His explorations increased, his fingers opened her wide, sliding over slick recess after slick fold, until Virginia was certain she could not stand it. Then she felt his mouth.
At first she thought she was mistaken and she stiffened, paralyzed, eyes flying open-surely he was not kissing her there. She half sat up and saw, shocked, that his head was between her thighs, and there was no mistaking now that it was his lips nibbling hers.
Then she felt his tongue.
A caress beyond any other.
Virginia's vision blackened.
That tongue moved deep and sure, patting the turgid nub of flesh hidden in the broader folds there. Virginia began to faint, the desire so great it was overwhelming her every sense, her ability to breathe, the ability for her blood to go to her brain.
”Come for me, little one,” he murmured. His tongue flayed her swollen flesh like a silken whiplash, insistent, brutal, soft, determined.
The blackness lingered and then she was hurled past it, into brilliant light. Virginia held him, sobbing in sheer joy, in stunning pleasure, in ultimate ecstasy. She sobbed and sobbed as he flayed and flayed until finally, she began to float.
She didn't know how long she floated outside of herself in the clouds, but slowly, she became aware of her body again. Every inch of her femininity remained swollen and inflamed, his tongue continued to caress her flesh, his lips moved ceaselessly, in a raw frenzy, as if he were kissing her mouth. Now, with the pleasure, there was pain.
She didn't know if she could stand it again. ”Devlin,” she breathed.
He didn't stop. His tongue swept up and down, like a starving dog's.
”Devlin,” she begged now, the pain vast, and she wanted him to stop, but she also wanted him to continue, harder, because she knew which universe beckoned.
She tried to push him away, but his tongue merely swept deeper; she tried to pull him closer, but he only nipped her, a warning she understood.
”I can't,” she gasped, pain and pleasure mingling so tightly now she didn't know if she were living or dying, and she didn't know where the one began and the other ended.
”You can, darling, you can,” he choked, and he pinned both heavy folds back with his fingertips and then his tongue encircled the turgid nub, distending it, and she screamed.
He softened and she exploded.
A hundred times, like Independence Day fireworks, her body spinning, tumbling, out of control, flying away, high in the universe. And she was still there when his mouth found hers, his body crus.h.i.+ng her into the mattress.
”Virginia,” he panted.
Instantly, she felt the huge tip of him against her entrance and she jerked, eyes flying wide, meeting his. She saw the beast of l.u.s.t and nothing more in his hot gaze-she did not see love.
”Virginia.” Somehow her name was spoken as a command and he kissed her deeply and she tasted s.e.x for the first time. His hard thighs pinned hers down and apart, and suddenly he was probing against her.
Panic came. He was too big. She was only eighteen. He was her captor. She was afraid and she wasn't ready. What if he didn't love her!
But his heat was searing into her body and her brain.
”Devlin, don't,” she began.
But it was simply too late. Crying out, he thrust into her, breaking down the barrier of her virginity, causing a brief, burning pain, and then she felt the huge, hot hardness inside of her, filling her, hurting her. Stiffening, she closed her eyes, blinking back tears of sudden despair.
He gasped, not moving, his entire body shaking. Virginia remained stunned, capable only of feeling him stretching her apart. Devlin remained still but shaking, when he suddenly kissed her temple. Her eyes opened, wide. ”Devlin?” she whispered, wondering if she had imagined his tender kiss.
His only answer was to tighten his hold and she became aware of being wrapped in his powerful arms, of being immersed there, and then she felt the insistent throbbing inside of her own body, huge and hard, but the pain was dissipating. An answering warmth unfurled slowly inside of her. She felt his mouth move again, this time on her cheek, and then he moved.
Very slowly, he pulled away, and as slowly, he eased back inside her. Her body was softening, warming, tensing-intensely, brilliantly. ”Oh,” she gasped, surprised, as he filled her again.
She thought she felt him smile against her face. ”Breathe, little one,” he whispered, thrusting again, not quite as slowly.
And as the ma.s.sive man filled her, so completely, so thoroughly, a tidal wave of intense pleasure swept over her, taking her by surprise. Stunned, the pleasure threatening to turn black, she raised her hands to his shoulders, rippling now, and his back.
He made a sound, choked and hoa.r.s.e, male.
Virginia's hips found an answering rhythm. She wanted him deeper, faster, harder. She urged him to take more. And he knew, breathing her name, somehow penetrating impossibly, the spasms beginning, for her, for him, and suddenly the man moving within her began to carry her across the bed, across time and s.p.a.ce, as the fever of need became a crus.h.i.+ng urgency. Virginia cried out, grasping his shoulders, an instant from ecstasy, trying to find his mouth with hers. ”Hurry, Devlin, hurry!” she moaned.
He was driving hard and fast now and he turned to take her mouth in another mating as urgent and frenzied as the other one.
Virginia felt her body break apart into a million pieces. Even so, she was aware of the exact moment he gave her his seed-she felt him expand impossibly, then she felt his body convulsing in her arms just as it convulsed inside of her, and she held him tightly, stroking his back, as he simply kept coming.
When he was done, she lay very still, stunned, impossibly aware of the man who lay heavily on top of her, who remained inside of her, half as hard now, half as huge, and she held him in her arms, moved in a way she had never dreamed of.
This was right, she thought, remaining stunned. No wonder she had wanted him so. Nothing was more right than this moment, lying there in his arms, sated and replete, still joined as if one.
She felt the moment he was himself again. His body tensed; he s.h.i.+fted and moved away from her, breaking the union of their bodies.
She lay very still, and unable to help herself, she turned only her head to look at him.
He lay on his back, his eyes closed, still completely clothed, although his britches were open and his s.h.i.+rt askew. His chest rose and fell harshly. She stared at his perfect profile, already strained with emotions she dared not guess at. But she knew he was already thinking.