Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
She finally managed to slip her hand down and touch his shaft but pulled it away as soon as she did. It felt far too large and far too thick to fit inside her.
His hand went to her chin to tip her face to look at him. “It is all right, Fia. I will go slow and do my best not to hurt you. Never will I intentionally hurt you.”
“I never doubted you would.”
He kissed her again and his hand moved down along her body in a lingering caress, then he touched a spot that made her cry out in pleasure.
Her cry of delight fueled his own passion and enticed him to explore every inch of her. She had the softest skin he had ever touched, and her scent was all woman and grew him even harder. As much as his shaft urged him to hurry, he refused to do so. Coupling or a good poke had simply been a way to satisfy an urge, a need, not so this. What he felt now was much more. The need he had for his wife was not only fueled by desire but by his heart that quickened, and his mind that urged him to linger and pleasure them both endlessly.
He buried his face in her neck to kiss and nip along it, enjoying her sweet taste while his fingers continued to tease between her legs, growing her wetter exactly as he intended so his entrance would not be painful for her.
Fia was so lost in pleasure that she could do nothing but submit to it. She told herself to reach out and touch him as he did her, but it was difficult in the confines of the narrow bed but more so in the way her husband had taken command.
She moaned with each lingering caress and gasped when he touched sensitive spots, and she thought she would go mad with the need for him. Never had she expected him to linger and intimately explore her. She thought he would poke her with his shaft and be done with it as most women said their husbands did, some relieved others not so much. She could not be happier that her husband lingered.
Another moan slipped from her lips as he teased her neck with his lips and teeth, his playful nips sending a sensual shiver through her. It was his name that slipped in a pleading moan from her lips the next time.
He gripped her bare backside and shifted her so that his shaft fit snug against the apex of her legs, her womanly scent drifting up to intoxicate him as he did. He rubbed his thick shaft against her sweet spot where he knew it would bring her pleasure, and she cried out his name once again.
“Varrick! I know not what you do to me, but please, please, I need you.”
Her passionate plea almost had him bursting with pleasure and he was quick to slip his arm around her waist and turn her on her back. Then he spread her legs and knelt between them, hooking his arms beneath them to tug her gently toward his impatient shaft.
“Please, Varrick, I cannot wait any longer,” she begged.
Neither could he, though he also did not want this moment to cause her pain, but his own desire overwhelmed, and he could no longer linger. He steeled himself to go slow, watch her face for pain, but she would have none of it. She raised her hips as if urging him forward.
“I am not fragile,” she said and stretched her arms out to him.
He released her legs and drove into her as he dropped down over her.
Fia cried out with a mixture of pleasure and minor pain and hurried to wrap her arms around her husband. “Don’t stop! Good Lord, don’t stop!”
Varrick had no intention of stopping. He plunged into her again and again and she continued to urge him to do so.
He felt as if they soared to unimaginable heights of pleasure, clinging tightly, peaking as one before plunging into a blinding and breath-stealing climax. And through the immense pleasure, he heard Fia call out his name and felt her never-ending pleasure combine with his own.
It took time to recover, the powerful climax flowing and ebbing longer than Varrick had ever experienced. He had known satisfying climaxes, but this was beyond satisfying. It left him feeling as if a void in him had been filled. He felt a sense of wholeness, as if a part of him that had been lost had returned and he wondered if his soul had finally returned to him.
Varrick slipped off her onto his side, easing Fia to do the same and bracing her snugly against him since the bed was too narrow to lie any other way. He snagged the rumpled blankets from beneath them and covered them both, a chill already setting into their heated bodies.