Page 32 of A Knight for Gwenllian

“I’m not afraid. Siân told me she had barely noticed a thing. Jane felt a lot more pain than she thought she would. It is impossible not to conclude that there is no way of knowing what a woman will feel when she is first possessed until she tries.”

He seemed to agree with her. “I will do my best not to hurt you.”

“I know. I trust you. Just like you trusted me with the sword last night. And in the end, you were right, because I didn’t hurt you.”

Something changed in his eyes, and Gwenllian knew she had won. Everything within her tightened.

“First, I’m going to kiss you. I cannot forget that kiss we shared by the river, and I’ve been dying to taste you again, properly this time.”

Not waiting for her answer, Alexander took her mouth.

Oh. Oh. Gwenllian had been wondering what he meant by “kissing her properly.” Now she knew. His lips were gentle but determined, his tongue slow and deliberate, the grind of his hips against her maddening. That day by the river, she had thought that the kisses she had shared before could not compare. Now she was certain. This was not a kiss. It was much, much more. And she did her best to give as good as she got.

By the time Alexander let her go, she could have sworn her body had melted to a puddle. She could feel every inch of him pressing her down into the bedding, adding to the sensation. It felt as if they were already as one.

“Now, my little Welsh temptress, I’m going to tease you until you beg me to remove your shift,” Alexander purred in her ear.

She instantly rebelled at the idea. What was he doing, teasing her when her whole body was on fire? “Do it, now! I don’t need my shift. I want to be naked, like you.”

Why wait, when this was what would happen anyway? Gwenllian already knew she wanted to feel his body against hers, his golden skin glide against her own paler flesh, the two of them merged in a sensual dance. He had slept naked last night, but she had not found the courage to bare herself before going to sleep. Now she was regretting it because she wasn’t sure she would be able to withstand the teasing Alexander had in mind. A slow smile was playing on his lips, warning her of the torture awaiting her.

“No. Teasing first, my sweet. You wanted an adventure, and you chose me to get it. You’re going to get your adventure—but on my terms. You’ve overcome my scruples, and you’re going to pay for it.”

With those words, he began his amorous assault. Teeth nipped at her throat, at her collarbone, descended to her nipple. When he closed his lips around it, she hissed. When he started to suckle, slowly at first, then with more force, she moaned. And quickly, as she had feared, it became unbearable.

“Please, take my shift off,” Gwenllian practically screamed. This was not teasing, this was pure torture. “Please, I need to feel you everywhere. Please, Alexander.”

Thankfully, he heard her desperation, saw it in her eyes, felt it in the tension in her body. He straightened and lifted the shift over her head in one fluid move, then settled over her once more, allowing her to feel his gloriously warm skin against hers.

He took her nipple in his mouth again and started to suck. Oh! The sensation was indescribable, far stronger than it had been with the shift in the way. What on earth was that? She had always thought that part of her body was used to feed babies, the babies she would likely never have, since she would not marry. But now she was discovering that the little buds had another role. Give her pleasure.

“Yes. Yes, oh God,” she moaned, arching her back to force Alexander to suckle deeper.

Inexplicably, the sensations had not remained on the nub of flesh he was teasing but had descended all the way between her legs, to the place that was aching to welcome him.

Alexander released her with a lewd pop, and though she instantly missed the heat of his tongue and the delicious suction, Gwenllian did not complain. Finally, he was going to give her what she’d been waiting for. He was going to slide deep inside her, he was going to ride her until she exploded, he was going to make a woman out of her.

To her shock and frustration, he did none of those things. Instead, he took the other nipple in his mouth and started the whole, slow torture again, massaging the breast he had just released. Gwenllian’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Dear God, he was so good at this, she almost wished he would spend the night suckling her. But her body did not let her forget what it wanted. What it needed.

“Take me now, Alexander, please,” she whimpered.

“No. I should give you pleasure first.” He gave her erect nipple another slow, sensuous lick.

“You are giving me pleasure.” What did he think was happening? Couldn’t he feel the way she was writhing under him? Couldn’t he hear her squeals of delight? She was positively on fire. “But I need more. I need you to touch me…there.”

Unable to be more explicit, she looked down, to the place where she was cradling him between her thighs. The simple gesture seemed to break through the barrier of his control, at last.

“I’ll touch you.” He sounded gruffer than usual. “With this.”

Lifting himself up slightly, he positioned his shaft in such a way that it rubbed along her folds with each tilt of his hips. The slickness he’d teased out of her with his kisses was allowing him to stroke the whole length of it up and down and tease her in the most delicious manner.

“I need you,” he moaned

“Yes. Take me. I need you, too.”

He placed the tip of his member at her entrance, and pushed in, slowly at first, then more decisively when she showed no sign of pain. Luckily, it seemed she had more in common with Siân than Jane.

“More. More, yes. Oh, yes, like that, more. Yes…” she couldn’t stop herself from repeating, over and over again. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind, carrying on with the careful possession.