The whispered question made him stumble up the staircase, quickly steadying himself, Killian heart raced and hurried up the rest of the steps and into the bedchamber. He kicked the door shut, strode over to the bed and placed her down on the mattress. Lying down beside her, he gathered her in his arms and briefly brushed her lips with his own. “What a naughty wicked wife you are.” He teased.
“Humph, I told you I could be, you just didn’t believe me.” She feigned annoyance as she stroked her fingers lightly over his covered chest.
Laughing he cuddled her closer. “Well, I won’t make the same mistake again.” When she lifted her eyes to his and seeing the heated, sultry desire he turned serious. “Are you really sure, Modesty? Do you know what you’re asking?”
“Yes, to both your questions. I’m ready now and you’ll be gentle. I know you won’t hurt me.” The fervent hunger glowing in his eyes made her hot enough to melt and she so badly wanted to experience the wonderful passion he invoked inside her.
For a moment he slammed his lashes down, trying to keep his lust under control. When he slowly raised them again he, smiled tenderly. “I’m afraid I will disappoint you. I’ll do everything I can so I don’t cause you too much pain, but breaching your maidenhead will hurt a little.”
“Oh, perhaps we shouldn’t do it then.” She whispered in disappointment and sighed regretfully. Since waking this morning and watching Killian sleep thoughts of being intimate with him was all she could think about. Throughout the day it ate away at her and she could no longer deny how much she wanted him. Now, though knowing that it was going to hurt she was no longer eager for it to happen.
It was an effort, but he managed to suppress his laughter over her regret. “Why don’t we get a little indecent and see what happens shall we?” When she gave a reluctant nod, he didn’t waste any time disposing of most of their clothing. He intended to make her so mindless with desire she wouldn’t even know until it was too late and he was buried inside her. Nothing was going to stop him now, he had every intention of making love to her since she had given him permission to do just that.
So as not to frighten her or cause her to have second thoughts, he kept his lust tightly leashed, he had to take things slow so he didn’t overwhelm her with his kisses until she let herself relax and her resistance started to melt. His hand lightly wandered over her body, caressing her waist and hip repeatedly.
When she started moving restlessly, the thrust of his tongue grew a little bolder. It was sheer bliss, but immense torture when those delicate little digits kept gliding over his heated flesh, causing him to groan. The moment her tongue started sliding and tangling with his own, he knew she was ready for more.
He plucked the ties of her camisole lose and swept the material aside. Palming her breast, he squeezed it lightly, then brushed the tight nipple with his thumb several times. Her reaction was unexpected, but immensely satisfying. She tore her mouth free from his and crying out, she dragged his head down and placed his mouth against her nipple. He gladly accepted the offering and sucked it between his lips.
Though he intended to take things slowly, his plan seemed to be going up in smoke rather quickly. It wasn’t long before her hunger matched his own and while she was mindlessly in the throes of passion, he hastily disposed of the rest of their clothing. This time when he kissed her, he didn’t hold himself back, he gave her the full extent of his lust and without hesitation, she greedily accepted it.
The feel of her warm, satiny skin beneath his fingers was so soft and silky smooth. When his hand moved between her thighs and parted her womanly folds, a groan of sheer delight rattled in his throat discovering her already damp and slick with her arousal.
With his fingers, he teased and pleasured her until she was sobbing and begging. Settling between her thighs, he searched her face making certain that she wasn’t afraid. When he saw the slumbering, unquenched passion in her eyes, he bent his head and brushed his mouth over hers. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but this may sting a little, but it won’t last long. Then I promise I’ll give you nothing but pleasure.”
Her reply was to drag his mouth down to hers and while he kissed her ravenously, he slipped inside the tight-fisted passage. A moan of sheer, unadulterated pleasure rattled in his chest and he began to stroke himself deeper, but stopped when he came to the barrier blocking his way.
Kissing her ravenously once more, he flexed his hips plunged through the tissue and buried himself all the way inside her. A tenderness he’d never experienced before swelled through him when he caught her cry of pain in his mouth. He lifted his head, brushed his lips over her eyelids and face. “It will fade soon, just relax.” He whispered and by sheer willpower alone, he gritted his teeth to stop himself from moving until she was ready.
Immense satisfaction tightened his chest, knowing that he was the first and would be the only one to possess her. That she was now completely and utterly his. He dragged in a deep breath, the effort it was taking to remain still was nearly at breaking point. From heavy, hooded eyes he watched her carefully and tried not to wince when he saw her hurt expression. Dipping his head he brushed his lips tenderly over hers. “I can’t put into words how amazing it is to be cradled inside you, to be joined at long last.”
Relief swelled through him he’d given her something else to think about and now her mind wasn’t on the breaching of her maidenhead. Still the wait was nearly killing him and to hurry things along he kissed her briefly again. Slowly the wariness left her eyes and she was looking puzzled.
This he realized wasn’t going to be as simple as it should be since she didn’t have a clue what went on between a man and a woman, yet no matter how long it took he was going to force himself to wait. Rushing her was not an option and he didn’t want to ruin her first time. He wanted her to remember this moment forever, he wanted to make it a special, passionate joyful memory for her.
Chapter Fourteen
Ripped from the utopia that had been consuming her, Modesty blinked in confusion when she felt the painful sting it had tossed her back to earth, now she scowled. While Killian whispered nonsense, she tried to work out what was happening. All she could make sense of was that something had invaded her and her body was adjusting to whatever it was. She squirmed beneath him, not sure if she wanted whatever it was removed or if she wanted it inside her. When a bolt of pleasure shot through her, she gasped and she stared at her husband in wonder. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”
At her innocent question, Killian swallowed a curse. He’d been right, it was clear as glass that Modesty knew absolutely nothing about the intimate act and how he was expected to explain the details he had no idea. He decided the only way he could do it was without words. “You will, sweetheart. Just close your eyes and trust me. Let yourself enjoy what’s happening to you and I promise you’ll never regret it. In fact, you’ll be begging me to do it often to you.”
“You are being rather arrogant you know. Very well, I’ll trust you, but if you’re lying to me, you won’t live long to regret it.” She warned him huffily.
A chuckling rumbling in his chest, he grinned at her. “With that threat hanging over my head, I dare not fail you.” Before she could say anything else outrageous, he took possession of her mouth in a potent, ravenous kiss and began to slowly stroke himself inside her.
He muffled her next words with a kiss that was so devastating it was only a second or two before she forgot what she was going to say. When he started thrusting inside her, she was mindless to anything else but the pleasure nearly consuming her. Without any conscious effort her body starting moving of its own accord.
When he removed his mouth from hers, she sobbed in frustration, but when those magical lips caressed down her throat they left a trail of fire in their wake she cried out. Tossing her head, for a fleeting moment she wondered why he was torturing with such pleasure. In the end it was more than she could deal with. “Stop, I don’t want to do this anymore.”
At hi
s wife’s frantic cry, he lifted his mouth from her breast and froze. In confusion, he searched her face. “What’s wrong?”
“It hurts. The pleasure is overwhelming me.” She whispered in fearful confusion and moved on the mattress and cried out when a force of rhapsody shot all the way through her, she started panting. She clawed at his shoulders, desperate to find something, anything. “What are you doing? Why have you stopped? You can’t leave me like this, I won’t let you. Do something. Move.”
For several seconds, Killian was utterly perplexed by her rambling about stopping and demanding he didn’t. Then it hit him and he grinned roguishly. “Why am I not surprised that you’re not going to make this easy. Just try and relax, sweetheart. Don’t over think and just let yourself go.” Before she could utter another senseless remark, he overwhelmed her with his kiss.
Not knowing what she wanted or understanding what was happening to her, his potent kiss drowned out her concerns. She clung to him as he deepened his thrusts and she was unaware she was begging for more. There was only the desperate need to reach somewhere that was consuming her. Unexpectedly the sheer force of the ecstasy that exploded through her was so devastating she screamed.
The moment he sensed his wife was about to find her climax, Killian lifted his head to watch her. The sheer beauty of her face took his breath away. At her loud cry he winced, but it was quickly forgotten when she tightened around him and her inner muscled clasped him firmly. “Don’t hold anything back, sweetheart. I’m here.” He whispered in her ear as he thrust himself inside her and as her passage rippled along the length of his arousal he shattered apart as his own relief pounded through him.
“Yes — no. Oh, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” She pleaded as she thrust up her hips begging him for more. When she felt something hot pour inside her, it sent her reeling on another rhapsodize wave. Sobbing, she buried her face against his shoulder as she was tumbled and tossed on the currents of blissful pleasure.
When her husband shuddered above her then collapsed light on top of her, she whimpered. At the moment she was too dazed to think or care about anything. All she did know was she had no idea what had happened, but whatever it was, it had been incredible. She was unaware how much time had passed before Killian lifted up and rolled onto the bed.
A sated sigh passing her lips when he gathered her up in his arms and cuddled her close. Mmm, this was nice and she could get used to being in his arms. Dreamily she wondered if he would want to do what they’d just done often. She had to confess she found it extraordinary, but it had also been magically pleasurable.
Truthfully, though, she had found it a little frightening not knowing what to expect, but now she knew it wasn’t as terrible as she imagined it would be. It was only when she was on the verge of contented sleep that her mind finally cleared and she was forced to smother her groan of shame
She found it nearly impossible to believe she’d behaved so outrageously or so wantonly. How could she demand him to not stop? What must he be thinking of her now? He already had a low opinion of her. She wanted to weep over her deplorable behavior.
Suddenly realizing she was completely naked, she squirmed out of his arms and scrambled beneath the blankets, turning her back on her husband, she buried her burning face in the pillow. She scowled trying to remember what her aunty had said about what she should do after the act was over. When Killian rolled over and placed his arm over her waist, she cringed.
Concerned when his wife frantically moved out of his arms and crawled beneath the covers, Killian followed and spooned up behind her. “What’s wrong? It’s a little late to behave shyly now.” He asked softly.
“You weren’t meant to remove all my clothing. Aunty said when we did it that you only had to lift my nightgown.” Her voice held a waspish note, but she didn’t care.
Not daring to laugh, he kissed the back of her head. “I found it far more enjoyable being naked.”
“Trust you to find humor in my shameful behavior.” She said bitterly, she sat up holding the covers to her breast and searched for something to put on.
“I can assure you I wasn’t making fun of you and I found nothing disgraceful in our lovemaking.” He grumbled irritably. “What are you doing now?”
“I have to… ah… I need to go behind the screen.” She blushed to the roots of her hair and ducked her head in embarrassment. Though she was tempted she didn’t dare look at him knowing he was completely naked.
With a heavy sigh, he sat up and leaning forward swept up his robe lying at the foot of the bed. “Here put this on.”
Snatching the garment from his hand, with her back to him, she put it on and scrambled off the mattress tying the belt. She rushed across the room and hid behind the screen. Recalling what she needed to do to prevent pregnancy, she found the chamber pot.
Frustrated and annoyed, once again, his wife soured the mood, he collapsed back against the pillows and scowled at the screen hiding her. Their lovemaking had been incredible, the experience had completely and utterly shattered him. For the first time in his life he’d finally let himself go. He held nothing back. Though, admittedly he had tried, but it had been impossible.
Once he was buried in her snug, silken passage, he’d been completely lost. Never before had he wanted to share everything of himself with a woman. Well, not any woman, just his wife and he had. Thankfully she had no idea that he had opened himself up and bared his soul.
Poor Modesty, her aunt had filled her head with nonsense. Not that it had been done on purpose, but it wasn’t going to be easy to convince her that what she’d been told was foolish and wrong. While she was upset it was even doubtful at the moment she would believe anything he said.
With a loud sated sigh, he closed his eyes and remembered how glorious it was being buried inside her. He nearly groaned instead he cringed, knowing he’d also broken his word. He cursed under his breath; he knew he should be honest with her and confess the truth. For several minutes, he considered doing just that, but then imagining how she would react to the news, he thought perhaps he wouldn’t mention it to her just now.
The very last thing he wanted at the moment was an argument, lifting his lashes he stared at the screen. What in the hell was she doing? Worried that she might be upset over the bleeding of her maidenhead, he swept the covers aside and slipped from the bed. Padding silently across the room, he poked his head around the screen and raised his eyebrows. “Why are you jumping up and down like that?”
At the sound of her husband’s voice, Modesty gave a startled cry and whipped around to face him. Holding the lapel of his robe together, she licked her lips nervously and dropped her gaze to the floor. “I’m taking extra precaution against falling pregnant in case you forget. Aunty told me several methods.”
“Ah, I see, are you finished?” He tried not to roll his eyes or laugh. But most of all he tried not to look guilty.
“No, I still have to spin to the left and then the right.” She explained.
Not trusting himself, he nodded. “I’ll leave you to finish. When you’re done, come back to bed.” Ducking back around the screen, he wandered back to the bed and fell on the mattress. Guilt twisted low in his gut knowing he should admit the truth, but he knew if he did, she’d never trust him again and most likely wouldn’t allow him to touch her.
A shake of his head, he should have realized that making love to her for the first time wasn’t going to be simple or easy. For a time or two he’d thought she wouldn’t continue. It was understandable now that what she had been feeling had frightened her. If she’d come close to experiencing such profound pleasure as he had, it was reasonable that she would react that way.
Most women probably wouldn’t, but his wife was nothing like any other female that ever existed and thank goodness for that. He shuddered to think what the world would be like if there was more than one of her. His mouth turned up in a dopey grin, damn he was feeling good, really good. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this wa
y.
When he heard her hesitant footsteps approaching, he rolled over on his side and smiling tenderly lifted up the covers in invitation. “Come and lay down beside me. I want to hold you for a little while.” Though he was disappointed to see the reluctance on her face, she did as he bid. He caught her in his arms and held her close. “How did you like making love for the very first time?”
“I still don’t understand why it’s called that when love has nothing to do with it, but honestly though, I’m embarrassed and ashamed of my behavior I did enjoy it immensely. The pleasure was incredible, but it was also painful. I don’t understand how it could be both, but yes, it was wonderful in the end.” Modesty frowned as she tried to put what she had felt into words and she missed seeing the dissatisfaction in her husband’s eyes.
It was surprising he was hurt by her explanation, but since she admitted, she enjoyed the experience it soothed him somewhat, not much though. “It will be better the next time now you know what to expect.” When she only nodded, he rubbed his cheek against her head. Oh, my little hellion, you don’t know it yet, but you’re already starting to care for me more than you want to. She may lie to herself, but she couldn’t hide it from him.
Though she’d shocked him when she out of nowhere acted so wickedly naughty and invited him to share her bed, he knew then that her feelings for him were growing stronger. If she felt nothing for him, he doubted she would have offered herself to him. He knew, though she was going to continue to deny it and try not to care for him, but it was doubtful she would succeed.
When he heard her shallow breathing, he knew she’d fallen asleep, with a reluctant sigh, he let her go and careful not to disturb her, he slipped across the mattress and stood up. Scratching his chest and without making a sound, he quickly gathered clean clothing and dressed.
There was a very important matter he needed to take care of, it was imperative he speak to his friends and put his plans together for his wife’s safety, if anything happened to him, she would be safe in their hands.
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