by Ana E Ross
He groaned and let her gently down. She felt his fingers parting her this time. His sharp intake of breath resonated around the empty room as she assumed he was now inspecting the inner regions of her most secret place.
“Lovely,” he whispered and lowered his head again.
He thumbed her clitoris as his tongue probed around the entrance to her body. Fire leaped through Kaya’s veins and passion radiated from the soft core of her body as Bryce teased her mercilessly, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper inside of her. She wanted to reach down and grab his head, keep his mouth locked to her forever, but he’d ordered her not to move, or he would stop. She didn’t want him to stop.
Her senses spun in a surge of scorching bliss. Her fists curved around the duvet and she pulled hard in an effort to stay grounded. Her body arched off the bed as an electrified coil of ecstasy wrapped around her. She felt Bryce’s hand on her belly, holding her down as the passion exploded inside her. She screamed his name—long and hard.
He answered with a chuckle and lapped up her hot juices. He kissed the insides of her thighs until she lay sated against the mattress.
Moments later, she felt the hard length of him press into her softness where she burned from his assault. He bent over her, his face close to hers. He smelled of her—musky and stimulating. His lips closed around hers, and his tongue sought entrance into her mouth. For endless moments, their tongues twirled around each other in a dreamy, intimate kiss.
When her heartbeat settled down to its normal pace, he withdrew. “You can open your eyes now,” he whispered in her ear.
Kaya’s lashes fluttered open.
“Can you take another one?” he asked, a sexy smile spread across his lips.
“I don’t know,” she answered truthfully.
“Come on. I haven’t put the cream on the pudding yet.” He moved his hips so the ridge of his sex skimmed across her slick lips. “Don’t you want me inside you?”
She nodded on a frantic swallow.
“I want to hear you say it. Say ‘Bryce, my darling husband, I want to feel you moving deep inside me.’”
Kaya quivered as he grazed her again. “Bryce, my darling husband, I want to feel you moving deep inside me.”
“Oh, how can I ever refuse such a tantalizing request? Wrap your arms and legs around me, darling. I’m taking your for a ride,” he said, reaching down between them.
Kaya stiffened when the broad head probed her, parting her slightly, and hovered at the entrance of her body. Their eyes caught and held. He smiled as he used his hand to slide the tip around her opening then upwards towards her swollen little knob and back down again…
Something unlocked inside Kaya’s heart when she read the heat and the passion buried in the stormy depth of her husband’s eyes. She was acutely aware of a burning, swelling, intensely thrilling sensation she’d never experienced before. She wanted to cry and laugh and jump for joy, but her breath solidifying in her throat kept her paralyzed.
She loved her husband.
She loved him.
She was genuinely, giddily in love with him.
Perhaps she’d known for weeks, but she’d been reluctant to admit the truth to herself. And why wouldn’t she fall in love with him? He’d been there for her and the children from the very first day. He’d provided her with everything she needed—a new SUV for the family and a sports car for her personal travel pleasure, an elaborate wardrobe, and license to do whatever she wanted to the house. He’d paid off the lease on her apartment in Palm Beach and had her personal items and her plants shipped to Granite Falls.
The day before they were married, he’d added her name to his personal bank account and given her a debit card. Kaya had millions of dollars at her disposal even before she became Mrs. Bryce Fontaine.
He took Jason to school every morning, and when he couldn’t, he sent a car around so she didn’t have to face the cold. He’d canceled important meetings to attend Alyssa’s dance recital, Jason’s karate competition, and accompany Kaya to the hospital when Anastasia was running a fever.
He made sure the pantry and refrigerator were always stocked, and he made it his business to be home for dinner with her and the kids every night, during which times they would talk about everything—from Anastasia’s first smile to business operations at Fontaine Enterprises. But after the kids were in bed, no matter the time, he would always leave. His nightmares must have driven him away.
Bryce never wavered in his commitment to his family. He was always there, except for church. He left that up to Kaya, and she’d been faithful in keeping that part of the children’s lives intact. Perhaps if she demonstrated her love for Bryce, showed him that he was worthy of love, he’d begin attending church again.
Bryce had demonstrated that he trusted her. It was time she trusted him.
Tears welled in Kaya’s eyes and a fervent need to love him, satisfy him, filled her to overflowing. She had waited twenty-three years for tonight, for this carnal act of possession by the man she loved and married. Anxious to welcome him into her body, Kaya raised her hips.
“Easy,” he said, dropping a kiss on her forehead. “I’m very large and you’re very tiny.”
His ardor was surprisingly, touchingly restrained, and she loved him the more for it.
“I want you.”
He groaned and thrust gently, testing her tightness. Kaya’s eyes widened in fear as the broad tip stretched her opening, gaining more ground at each attempt to enter her. Her muscles screamed from the invasive pain. He pulled back, pushing a bit farther this time, but still with a measure of gentleness. Kaya tightened her limbs about him, digging her heels into his buttocks and raising her hips to meet his next temperate lunge.
The head gained entrance. She moaned and closed her eyes to absorb the pain.
His arms wrapped around her, his large hands spread across her back, cradling her curves into his own contours. “So tiny. So tight. Wet. Hot. Exquisite,” he whispered before covering her mouth with his. His hips recoiled and he thrust with renewed force, pushing deeper into her.
Kaya stiffened in shock as she felt Bryce pierced the thin barrier of her hymen. Hot pangs of pain singed through her. Tears stung her eyes. Her mouth opened in a scream. He swallowed it up in his.
“Damn it!” His body froze above her. He kept his hips stilled, locking them groin to groin. He raised himself on his elbows, gasping as he frowned down at her. “You little fool. You’re a virgin.”
“Not anymore,” she said opening her eyes to gaze up at him through her tears. Despite the pain zapping through her lower body, Kaya managed a trembling smile. He was hard and hot and heavy inside her, burning, stretching, filling.
“I could have hurt you.” He bend down and kissed the tears from her eyes.
“You did hurt me, Bryce. You would have hurt me even if I wasn’t a virgin. Anyway, you said you knew.”
“I knew what?” His frown deepened.
“I tried to tell you twice tonight, but you said you knew. What did you think I was going to tell you?”
“Not that. Definitely not that. It doesn’t matter anymore.” His body shook on a laugh, and it caused him to burrow deeper into her, sending a needy tremor to the deepest part of her being. Miraculously, the pain began to subside as her muscles convulsed around him and her body opened and conformed to his enormous size.
Like an awakened, lust-filled nymph, Kaya spread her thighs wider and higher, twisting her hips to snuggle closer to him, wanting to feel him move deeper into her where he belonged. She was so happy she’d waited for Bryce. She’d given him something she could never give another man.
“Don’t move, Kaya,” he warned in gruff voice.
But it was too late. Kaya squeezed her muscles around him and felt him pulse in response. She smiled when his eyes turned in their sockets, elated that she had the power to make him lose control.
A passionate madness seemed to overtake him. He groaned, shifting to rest his chest against her br
easts and bear his weight on his knees. He began a steady dance of his hips, moving inside her with gentleness that made her heart fill with love and anguish. He reached down and cupped her buttock, coaxing her into the rhythm of his thrusts until together they found the tempo that bound their bodies together.
Waves of ecstasy throbbed through Kaya as Bryce’s thrusts grew stronger and deeper. Yet she knew he was holding back for fear of hurting her. She wanted him to relinquish his control. For weeks he’d been sharing his professional life with her. Tonight he was sharing himself. And she wanted all of him—his arrogance, his dominance, his ego, his uninhibited passion…
“Bryce, please, harder. Deeper,” she moaned, unable to control the fire and the love edging though her veins.
How could love be this violently tumultuous, yet purely tender emotion all at the same time? She wanted to dangle on the precipice of pleasure as she’d done three times tonight. She wanted Bryce there with her when the fury of his passion hurled her into the sweet melting haven of delight.
She clung to his shoulders and raised her head, pressing her lips to his damp chest, bucking wildly under him, meeting him thrust for feverish thrust. It was flesh against flesh, man against woman, rushing into an explosive fume of lust as time hung suspended around them. Kaya teetered on the edge as the room began to spin around her. She was losing control. “Bryce.” Tears stung her eyes and drizzled from the corners.
“Oh, my sweet wife,” Bryce groaned. He caught her arms and crisscrossed them above her head. Their wedding bands joined with a soft click as he laced his fingers with hers and pinned their clasped hands to the mattress.
Moonlight and firelight bathed the tortured contours of his passion-filled face.
He slowly withdrew to her opening then slammed into her, harder and deeper than he’d done before. He rotated his hips in a circular motion against hers, magnifying the wet friction of their mating dance. A pearl of sweat dripped from his chin unto her chest. The room began to spin around her. Kaya’s eyes closed and her mouth opened in a silent scream as he withdrew slowly again, then plunged into her, so deeply he moved the air mattress a couple of feet along the cherry floor.
Her back arched. A new flood of tears stung her eyes. Her heart rumbled in her ears.
On the third thrust, he let out a furious roar and collapsed on top of her, his body convulsing violently, his hips pumping wildly in the throes of his orgasm.
Those final thrusts sent spasms of ecstasy humming from Kaya’s heart to her toes. Her thighs and legs shook violently around his waist; her toes curled and her fingers tightened around his to the point of pain. Her body constricted as taut as a bowstring as her wet flesh parted on his final thrust, then closed around him, sucking him into her, gripping him, holding him cozily and deeply inside until her heart and body exploded into a kaleidoscope of blinding heat just as he flooded her womb with the hot liquid of his release.
Harsh sounds erupted from them as they lay in a tangled, convulsing web of wet exhaustion, panting for air.
A long while later, Kaya kissed the side of Bryce’s head resting on the mattress close to her cheek. So this was what it was all about. No books or videos could have prepared her for this exquisite liberation of her body, mind, and spirit. She was completely satiated, yet oddly hungry for more of him.
The cream was on the pudding. More precisely, inside it.
Kaya tightened her arms about Bryce’s drenched body and ran her fingers down the slick muscles of his back. He was a heavy man, but she loved the feel of his weight on her, the rapid, yet soothing thud of his heart against hers. It was the only way she could ever carry him.
He made a sound deep in his throat when her muscles contracted around him. Even though he’d decreased in size, it still stretched and filled her to completion.
Kaya gazed out the wall of windows. A full moon was peeking its way through the line of pine trees that bordered the lake. In a few hours she would have to leave this bed and return to life as it was before. But for now, she would enjoy this new experience of the aftermath of lovemaking.
She started when Bryce rolled over on his back and pulled her on top of him without breaking the union of their sexes. He sat up briefly, searched around for the tangled duvet, and yanked it up and over them.
He kissed her forehead and settled back down. “You okay?” he asked, stroking his hands down the length of her body.
“Perfect.”
“I didn’t hurt you too much?”
“You were as gentle and patient as a man could possibly be in this situation. I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. What about you?” she dared to ask. “Did you enjoy every second of it?”
“Oh, God, yes. You’re a very sensual woman, Kaya Fontaine, highly charged. I just have to touch you and you begin to tremble, kiss you and you come all over yourself and me,” he said with a soft chuckle.
Kaya shivered at the tender feel of his hands on her body. Her skin loved his hands. “I guess that’s a good thing?”
“The best. It’s been a very long time since I made love like this, Kaya. Years, actually,” he added with a hint of desolation in his voice. “I know you worry about the women I’ve been with over the past few years. Don’t, my darling. With them, it was just sex. You satisfy me, you complete me in a way I never expected to be satisfied and completed again.”
He didn’t have to say it, but Kaya knew he was referring to his time with Pilar. She wasn’t jealous of the woman, just sad that Bryce had to go through the horrible experience of her death. She was grateful he felt comfortable enough to be honest with her. “I didn’t expect this tonight,” she said on a lighter note. “You were supposed to be drunk and stupid and back at your penthouse. But here you are sober, satiated, and in my arms.”
“Maybe I was a little stupid for calling you out in front of our friends. I’m sorry for that.” He squeezed her. “I was just wound very tightly with my need for you, for this.”
“It’s okay,” Kaya said. If he hadn’t called her out, Michelle and Libby wouldn’t have given her advice about making the next move, and she wouldn’t be in his arms right now. “I have no regrets. But you seemed quite drunk when you left the table, yet you definitely have your wits about you.”
He chuckled. “I was just putting on a show for the others. I’d decided to stay here before the evening began.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t want to leave you here alone, and since this is Alyssa’s first night away from home, I wanted to be here in case she woke up crying for you during the night. I told Michelle to call my cell if she did. I would have gone to bring her home.” He stroked his hand down her hair, playing with the tendrils, spreading them over his chest.
Tears escaped from the corners of Kaya’s eyes and melted into the hairs on his chest. No wonder she loved this man. He was thoughtful to his core. He risked her hearing his nightmare to make sure she was safe and that Alyssa was taken care of.
In Kaya’s eyes, Bryce Fontaine was a true hero. But sometimes heroes were just as lonely, vulnerable, and scared as the people they protected. Sometimes, heroes needed someone to rescue them. She wanted so much to ask him about the scene she’d walked in on, but knew this wasn’t the time.
They’d just shared something wonderfully new and present; she didn’t want to bring his shattering old past into it. “I’m glad you stayed, Bryce.” She pressed her lips into his chest.
“Me too.” He cradled her face in his hands and raised her head. He rubbed his thumbs across her cheeks, wiping at a lingering tear. “Thank you for this unexpected, beautiful gift,” he said, his eyes intent as they bore into her very soul. “I could never have hoped for anything so precious. I cherish you and our vows even more now. I hope you believe that.”
Before Kaya could respond, he kissed her lips softly then placed her head tenderly back on his chest. “Sleep now,” he murmured, wrapping his arms possessively and protectively about her. “You must be exhausted.”
; Moments later, his breathing grew calmer and, finally asleep, he slipped softly from inside her. Her body missed him terribly, but her senses were filled with the smell of sex and love. He would have no other nightmares tonight.
A smile spread across Kaya’s face as she surrendered to the thick blanket of fatigue hovering over her. She didn’t know making love was such hard work. But it was a leisure in which she looked forward to indulging herself over and over again.
“I love you, Bryce,” she whispered into the night as her eyelids fluttered shut.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bryce awoke to the soft, warm body of his wife tucked securely against him, the tempting swell of her buttocks pressed into his stomach, his morning erection trapped between their tangled thighs, and the aromatic aftermath of a long night of passion wafting up his nostrils.
He remained quiet and motionless, savoring the simple delight of awakening with a woman—his woman, in his arms.
He hadn’t had that for some time. Not since Pilar.
He’d had sex with many women over the past few years, but he’d never slept with one. He’d always been anxious to leave their beds when his lust was slaked.
Things changed for him last night. When he’d made the decision to sleep at L’etoile du Nord, he’d had no idea he’d be making love with Kaya, but once she was in his bed, there was no turning back. Once it was over, he’d honestly intended to steal away from the bed and the house after she fell asleep. But some unknown force had kept him grounded.
His wings had been clipped, and he didn’t mind one damn bit. He’d finally found a cozy nest that made him feel at home, that offered him warmth from the cold, shelter from the storms of his life.
Only now he realized how much he missed this intimacy of lazing around in bed the morning after a night of passion, of making love in front of the fireplace while snow or rainstorms raged outside. He missed the simple pleasure of going into the office with a smile on his face, knowing his woman was waiting at home for him at the end of the day.
