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Chapter

Twenty-Four

Adara

T he kiss was not simply a kiss. It was sweeps of tongues and nibbles on bottom lips and moans swallowed by one another.

Though he’d covered her body with his, Grahame seemed in no hurry to have it over with.

Her hands molded to the hard muscle of his back while his fingers flitted from her core to her thighs to her stomach as if he couldn’t get enough of touching her.

When he dipped his hips closer, the crown of his cock prodding her entrance, Adara was nearly out of her mind with want.

“’Dara,” he said against her lips. He ran a finger through the tangled strands of her hair as he moved back enough to look into her eyes. “I don’t want to stop. Kissing you…it’s everything I’ve dreamed of.”

Her hands came to his face, cradling his cheeks, the scruff that had grown with the day scraping her palms. His arms bracketing her head narrowed her focus to him. Only him.

“I want you inside me, Grahame.”

Something flared in his gaze.

“You’re sure?” he asked. Gone was his knowing smirk. Even seated at her entrance, he would not push her.

“Please,” Adara panted as she slid her hand down the hills and valleys of his middle to where his cock strained for her.

A stab of apprehension caught her by the throat as she wrapped a hand around his length.

He was endowed. She felt it last night as she stroked him to completion, but having him enter her was something completely different.

Grahame closed his eyes, his face descending into a mask of near-pain. When they opened, gone was any shred of doubt. Adara gulped.

“God, I love to hear you begging for me.”

“I…” Adara pursed her lips, unsure. “You’re big.”

“Why, thank you.”

He laughed when she rolled her eyes.

“You’re very big. And I fear I am not…” she protested, though a grin threatened her mouth.

Grahame bit his lip as he flexed his hips, causing the tip of his cock to prod her entrance.

“Second lesson: you have to be honest with me, ’Dara. Promise.”

Adara was nodding before he finished speaking. He’d begun to rotate his hips in a very distracting manner.

“I mean it,” he said, pulling his hips away.

Adara slammed her hands to his backside in an attempt to hold him to her.

“I know I am large. And I know it could hurt. So, you have to promise to let me know if it is too painful. I will stop. I swear, if you need me to, I will stop.”

Adara’s pulse beat inside her temples. There was no way she would stop him. Years had led to this moment. She would be damned if she halted him.

“I will,” she lied.

Grahame’s smirk grew, as if he smelled the lie in the air. Still, he nodded.

He brought up his hand, spit into his palm then coated his length. Inside a breath, Grahame nudged forward, his thick crown breaching her. A slight burn nagged her entrance but Adara ignored it. A deeper part of her needed to be full.

“More, Grahame. I want all of you,” Adara demanded, cupping his face so she could bring her lips to his.

A shudder wracked him as he pulled back slightly then fed more of himself into her. Adara tried to stifle her gasp. The burn of the stretch, the slowness of it… Only a man who was ready to gentle himself for a woman should have had a cock so deliciously thick.

Grahame’s lips moved over hers, one hand going to her breast to tweak her nipple as he withdrew then gave another shallow thrust.

“You’re so good at this, ’Dara. Try to relax for me,” he said against her lips.

Then his mouth was moving with hers, his tongue sparring in a way that distracted her enough to have him feed in another inch.

Still not fully sheathed, he halted, rearing back on his haunches, his eyes closed.

The angle shifted the way he sat inside her, causing her to clench around the solid mast.

“Grahame, you’re not all the way—”

“Give me a moment, Adara, please. You are so tight, and I feel as if I am ready to spill inside you already.”

His shredded words were wrought with near agony.

Messy curls fell over his forehead. His jaw rippled, muscles tight with restraint.

Adara had never seen a more beautiful sight.

She couldn’t help but reach out and trace her fingertips over the V-like indentations that pointed to his manhood.

His eyes flew open, flaring with steely determination.

“Bring your hips up,” he commanded.

Adara did as told, tilting her hips to offer herself fully. Grahame placed his hands on her knees and spread her thighs. His rough palms on her hot skin made her tremble. She moaned at the change in angle.

“You look divine with my cock in you,” he panted, his gaze darkening.

With a roll of his hips he pushed further. The movement hit something inside Adara, bringing forth a shout of pleasure. It seemed to light the fire in Grahame.

“You’re mine, Adara,” he snarled. Something broke in her at the feral quality in his tone. “Say it,” he demanded, entire body taut, “say you’re mine.”

Adara didn’t bother lying. She was ready to be consumed by Grahame. “I am yours, Grahame. I always have been.”

A tear slid from her eye as he gave one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Fully seated, he fell on top of her, nearly crushing her with his weight. Adara could only clutch his shoulders as his hips undulated, her moans rattling along the room’s walls.

He was so big and it was so good , Adara lost any sense as his thrusts came quicker, the sting of his stretch sharper.

The edge between pleasure and pain was a cliff she rode, though Grahame ensured she remained on the right side of it.

His mouth scored her neck, kissing and sucking, while her nails dug into the flesh of his back.

It was more than she had ever dreamed of.

“Holy Mother, Grahame,” she squealed as he bit down on the space where her neck connected with her shoulder.

It was too much. The feel of his tongue against her skin, the pressure of him moving inside her, his hands roaming her body as if he couldn’t get enough—pleasure came at her from every angle. She was a slave to it.

“Apologies, Lady, but I do not see the Holy Mother in this room.” Grahame’s smirk pressed along the column of her throat.

Adara buried her hands in his luscious hair, dipping her chin in search of his mouth.

She felt his grin first, the shape of triumph along his lips.

Then his calloused hand was wandering from her hip to her thigh, wrapping around to bring her leg up, closer to her chest. His tongue moved against hers, rolling and coaxing, the pleasure that was building in Adara threatened to swallow her whole.

“Grahame,” she panted, desperate. She didn’t recognize her voice. Perhaps Grahame didn’t either, or perhaps he was pleased to see her at his mercy because he snapped his hips, shooting him deeper into her.

“ Christ , ’Dara. You were made for me.”

Through slitted eyes, Adara saw his grin fall, concentration etching itself into his brow.

With gritted teeth he reared back then buried himself.

Her inner walls trembled around him and, as if he knew she felt like a dammed up river, Grahame swirled his thumb around the bud at the apex of her thighs.

Adara’s entire body convulsed, back bowing, feet bracing on the bed as pleasure rioted through her, and with it, the knowledge that she would never, ever be the same.

“Yes, ’Dara. My ’Dara,” he chanted, his movements becoming jerky.

A breath sawed from her as he buried his face in her neck, his release coupled with a desperate groan as he beat her into the mattress.

Adara was grateful for it. All of it. Grahame’s heavy body on hers, his hot breath against her throat, the sticky feeling that leaked between them.

She held his head to her, trailing her fingers through his hair while he came back to himself.

They lay entangled with one another for a long while, neither willing to move.

Eventually, Grahame began to twitch. A smile touched her mouth as a memory of him falling asleep next to her in the grass beneath a tree surfaced. He’d twitched then, nearly knocking her in the face with a stray hand.

“Grahame,” she said into his hair.

He roused, slipping from her as he brought himself up on all fours and shook his head like a great dog.

“I am sorry. I must have crushed you.”

He was dazed and naked and adorable. Adara smiled.

“I enjoyed it. Now, get me the cloth on the table near the water jug. Then come back to bed.”

Grahame nodded mutely, as if their lovemaking had struck all the jovial words from his head. Lumbering to the side table, he grabbed the cloth as instructed and shuffled back to the bed. A laugh broke from Adara.

“What?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

“You’re like a great, stupefied animal,” she chided, rising on her elbow, the other hand out to accept the cloth. Within a moment she cleaned herself. Grahame watched, some of the fire in his gaze returning.

“I should like to see you with your hands on yourself sometime.”

Adara sputtered a laugh.

“Grahame,” she started as he knelt on the bed, aligning his body beside hers. He propped his head on his hand, chest to her side.

“What? I want all of it with you, ’Dara. That shouldn’t be a surprise. I haven’t been silent about my intentions.” He shrugged a great shoulder as if their future had been predestined. “I want you in every way, Adara. As intimate as a man and woman can be.”

The words tugged at something she didn’t want to examine.

He wanted her. That was all. That was fine.

She was happy to take what he gave, for as long as he gave it.

So, despite the hurt that stabbed through her at the thought of setting him free after everything was over, Adara cupped his face, bringing him down for one more kiss.

“And you shall have me in any way you desire, Husband. As long as we are together, we can delight in everything we’ve missed.”

Grahame’s tongue met with hers, and he covered her body with his once again.