Page 39 of The Hellion is Tamed

To him, it felt likelove.

Her hand muscled its way between their bodies. Insistent, untrained. Lighting him up like a match to a wick.

She’d tried to touch his cock once before, and he’d stopped her. But, this time, he had no intention of stoppinganything.

“Like this.” He pulled back enough to give her room to explore. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, he gripped, squeezed, moved her curled fist up and down, showing her what he liked. Measured movement, a pause at the crown before starting again.

“So hard,” she breathed.

A bemused gust shot from his lips, followed by a ragged groan when she created her own variation, her hand sliding low and cupping him. Emma smiled at the sound, triumphant as only a woman in sexual control could be. “You’re enjoying this.”

Simon nodded, overcome, his breath coming out in a pant. “Yes.”

“Then I won’t stop,” she said and seized not only his body but also his heart.

Smiling, laughing, they stroked and kissed, shifting, sighing, whispering entreaties and secret cravings, ones he’d never shared, their scents mingling to fill the bedchamber, creating a unique fragrance he knew would be forever imprinted on his mind. The counterpane twisted around their writhing bodies as they sought pleasure. It was a race, a war, a loving combat. Knocking his arm aside, she moved his cock into position and gave a wiggle of her hips that embedded him just the slightest bit inside her.

An unsophisticated, wondrous entry.

Rising, he braced on his forearms over her, exhaling in a puff against her shoulder. “Emma…”

Rubbing her moist folds against his rigid length until he saw stars, she shook her head stubbornly, her lips pressed tight. “I want this, Simon. I wantyou.”

He reached, cradling her jaw, tilting her head until his gaze snagged hers. “Emmaline Breslin, I’ve wanted you, although I didn’t truly know what thatmeant, since the first moment I set eyes on you. Even when I couldn’t speak to you, when you were trapped halfway between your world and mine, Iwantedyou. More than want. Ravenousneed. Don’t ever think, no matter what happens, that you aren’t mine.”

Then he tumbled across nearly a century and into her.

* * *

Simon handled her like crystal when Emma wanted to be handled like stone.

She wanted his passionate fury, not an act he strove to lessen in magnitude to protect her body or his heart. So when he began to thrust gently, and she realized she didn’t have all of him, she whispered lewd desires in his ear, curled her hand around his hip and brought him closer. She tangled her leg around his and surged against him to lock him in. The prick of pain was distant, manageable, and over quickly.

She wanted her innocence and his reticencegone.

“Dirty cricket, Breslin,” he murmured before dipping his head and seizing her lips, his hand streaking to her waist to hold her steady for his assault.

It was a struggle for control after that. Animalistic and greedy.

Andreal.

His weight atop her, his ragged moans rolling over her like a roaring sea. Simon as she’d never imagined him, never imagined anyone. His nails scoring her skin, his scent filling her senses. His teeth clipping her neck, her shoulder. She felt each part of him like winter raindrops, stinging to her soul. His calloused fingertips, his stubbled jaw. The sound of wind whipping against the shuttered windowpanes, their bodies slapping as they followed an intimate melody. Dropping his head, he shifted his hips, touching a new part of her and sending quivers through her body.

“There, yes.” She curved into her delight.

Together, they were a wonder.

Tangling her hand in his hair, Emma fisted the other in the counterpane, holding on to the present. Feeling a moment’s panic at her escalating ecstasy, she opened her eyes, recording his beauty in full measure. Tawny hair, damp from exertion, sticking to his brow, the sleek nape of his neck. His broad shoulders blocking the dewy light pouring in the window. Gaze lowered as he watched their bodies connect, lips set, jaw hard, breath racing from his lungs. His hips angling until just the tip of his shaft was enclosed within her, then a hard thrust back.

Again and again and again.

When he caught her staring, his eyes dark and fathomless, she felt the world begin to tilt.

Too much sensation, too much emotion. Curling her toes, taking the air from her lungs, making heryearn.

The bedchamber whirled, time circling like a wrathful storm.

His hand went to her cheek, drawing her eyes to his. “Stay with me, Emma,” he whispered roughly, his movement atop her calming. “We can stop. I don’t want you to leave me.Don’t leave.”