Page 61 of Marin’s Promise

No thoughts of embarrassment reached her with his assessment. Not when her dampness brought forth such hunger, and not when he was touching her so intimately.

His fingertip glided over her sex once more, firmer this time, more possessive. Marin opened for him as his solid body braced her back, keeping her upright when she might have otherwise fallen. Her hips lifted to greet his touch in desperate anticipation.

He probed gently inside of her. Marin leaned her head back against his shoulder and panted at the welcome exploration. His hand cupped her, his fingers slipping through the slickness of her sex, the desire in her pounding to a point she feared she might somehow erupt into flames. One of his fingers eased up the line of her slit and settled over the concentrated center of her lust. It was a simple graze of a touch, but it left her crying out again, her voice husky.

He groaned in her ear, his breath coming faster now. She arched back against the hardness of him, rubbing her bottom up and down.

“My God, ye’re going to undo me, woman.” He spun her about and lowered his head to hers. Their mouths met with hungry, slanting kisses, their tongues stroking and teeth bumping with desperation.

He eased her backward, walking her slowly while his hands roved over her body until she met the bed with the backs of her calves. He guided her to the mattress and her heart slammed in her chest. This was it.

His gazed fixed on her, watching her watching him. He put his hands to the belt of his hose and unfastened it from his waist, letting it fall to the floor with his braies and hose. He was fully naked, with his powerful thighs and the thick column of flesh jutting from a nest of dark hair at the apex of his legs.

Her heart caught and beat wildly in her chest. He came to the bed, leaned over her, pressing flush against her. Hot skin and prickling dark hair and the thickness of his phallus brushed against her thigh. He caught her face in his free hand and kissed her with the passion of a man about to lay claim to his woman.

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The uncertainty nippedat Bran's mind once more, a clear line of unease in the haze of passion. Marin’s body was a beautiful blend of feminine curves paired with the surprisingly sensual lines of strength. She arched her pelvis toward him in a hungry rhythm, evidence she wanted him with equal lust as he wanted her.

Except she was a virgin.

He longed to draw out their pleasure despite the insistent throbbing in his cock. He wanted to take his time exploring her, his lips and tongue teasing over her petal-soft skin until he got to her center, where he would lap until she reached her crisis against his mouth.

But she was noble born, a woman who had never even been kissed before meeting him. And she was his wife, worthy of the greatest respect.

He moved his hand between them to slide against her slick opening once more. She drew a sharp breath and her hips flinched toward him. Aye, she was ready. So damn ready, it made him groan in anticipation. He curled a finger inside of her and rubbed at the source of her pleasure above it with his thumb.

He didn't know these noble’s rules. He didn't know if the kind of passion he enjoyed was something she might find offensive, especially on their wedding night.

Her sheath was tight around his finger, gripping with enough pressure that he knew he would not last long within her. He slowly inserted a second finger, stretching her. She paused only briefly before moving with him again.

His cock was nearly bursting. Her sighs, the flush of her cheeks, the way her eyes sparkled beneath half-hooded eyes, he could scarcely take it. He withdrew his fingers from her, practically driven wild by her natural musk, the perfume of her arousal. Without thought, he licked his fingers and relished the taste of her.

Marin sucked in a breath of surprise at the action.

He wouldn't apologize, not when he intended to do so much more at a later date.

He held his cock in his hand, his fingers still glistening from her center, and guided himself to the triangle of downy blonde hair, stopping just at her entrance. She spread her legs wider, the delicate muscles of her inner thighs straining with her need.

He gritted his teeth and silently cursed the need for women to be virgins for their husbands. He gently eased his hips forward when he wanted to thrust, settling a scant inch within her when he wanted to sheath the full length in one hearty thrust.

She was so wet that he could easily do so.

He pushed another inch inward and she gasped. The pressure gripping him tingled from his bollocks and spiraled through him. Again, he pushed deeper, though now the grip of her turned to a blend of pleasure and discomfort. She was too tight. He strained forward to push deeper inside of her.

Her brows flinched and her starry-eyed gaze of passion firmed into one of determination.

“Am I hurting ye?” he panted.

She shook her head stiffly.

His entire body ached from holding it with such rigidity. He'd never been one for bedding virgins, and now he knew why. He started to press in deeper when she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed with incredible strength, impaling him the rest of the way into her.

The pressure around his cock made stars wink and dance in front of his eyes. Too tight, aye, but still hot and wet. A low groan rumbled in his chest and he gripped the coverlet beneath her.

He stared down at her, at the set of her mouth. “Are ye—”

“Stop treating me like I'm delicate.” Her tense expression eased. “Please.”