As she lay upon the bed, she couldn't help but admire his stalwart body. She'd loved the power in his arms, chest, and shoulders. But now all that power was directed toward her. Lilly sucked in a breath as her gaze snagged on his hard stomach muscles. She stared, fascination making her reach out. She stopped before she could touch. Nerves stayed her hand and her breath.
A wicked smile teased his mouth. “It’s all right Lilly. Let me show you pleasure. Close your eyes and just feel.”
Lilly's needs raced, her heart frantic as her breath shortened. She feathered her fingers through his hair and savored the silky texture. Awkwardness had threatened earlier, but it couldn't derail her now. Doubt slid to the back of her concerns as Morgan cupped the back of her head and drew her into another intoxicating kiss. A moment later, he returned to torment her nipples. She glanced down and saw his dark head and how it contrasted with her pale flesh. His touch was everywhere as he created a riot of emotions. Moments spilled into minutes as he kissed and caressed her neck, feathering over a sensitive point along her jawbone and at the corner where her neck met her shoulder. Her body came alive, and she could barely stay still.
“That’s it sweet Lilly. Feel it. Don’t resist it.”
His words added to her freedom, to the overwhelming deliciousness of each touch and caress. He skimmed around her breasts, taking his time as he toured one inch of exposed skin and then another. She quivered and moaned at each new awakening. Her breath came fast, her body demanding and burning and wanting.
“Please.” She didn’t know what she asked for.
“Easy.” His eyes blazed with a power she felt in every part of her. He cupped one breast and caressed it with slow licks, then finally drew the nipple into his mouth to suckle. She gasped and squirmed. He looked up at her, his palm still cradling her rounded flesh. “So sweet. So damn sweet.”
He didn’t stop, taking her on an achingly torturous journey as he licked and suckled each nipple again and again.
One of his palms slid down over her stomach and between her thighs. She gasped again as his fingers brushed her core and the nub that pulsed with arousal.
“It’s all right,” he said softly.
She held her breath as she opened her thighs, making more room for his gentle touch. A moment only and his fingers parted fabric and touched naked flesh. Her face burned. He would feel the moisture there.
His touch lingered and caressed her folds, smoothing her liquid arousal. She groaned softly in surprised relief. “Oh, that feels ....”
“Good?” he whispered the question into her ear.
“Yes.”
“More?”
“Yes.”
Instinctively she arched her hips, making it easier for him. She closed her eyes and drank in the wild sensations of his warm fingers caressing, lingering. When he slipped his middle finger inside her, she shivered and moaned. That felt wonderful, forbidden beyond anything. For long moments he worked her, caressing and teasing until she was certain she’d go mad.
Deeper, he pushed deeper and she felt a small pinch. “There,” he said softly. “You’re open now.”
“Open?”
His finger moved gently, pumping in and out of her. She quavered, the sensation building as his flesh caressed hers. “When I’m inside you the pain will be less. Don’t worry now.” His breath teased her ear. “Just feel.”
And she did. Oh, she did. When his thumb slipped over the nub at the top of her feminine mound, she couldn’t hold back the whimper of sweet pleasure. He did it again. And again. As his touch wandered her softness, she writhed in his arms. Morgan’s gentleness and reassurances peeled away hesitation and threw her into total sensation.
When he leaned in and suckled her nipple at the same time he caressed the sensitive nub, the pleasure drew her towards the top of a pinnacle. She hung there, suspended until he caressed her again. His tongue swirled on her nipple, his lips hot. She moaned loudly as searing pleasure burst in her loins, pulsing outward from deep within her. Joy went on and on, longer than she could have imagined in any dream as she sobbed and shook.
Cradling her in his arms, Morgan kissed Lilly’s forehead. “Mmm. That was so beautiful. Just as you are.”
She lay gasping, tingling from head to toe. “I never imagined anything like this.”
Those dark, haunting eyes told her they hadn’t finished. “There’s more.”
“Show me.”
“It’s not too late to stop, Lilly. We don’t have to—”
“I want it. I want to know it all.”
With a smile he left the bed, stripping the remainder of his clothes. He stood by the bed, masculine, handsome in every way a man could be. Her gaze dropped to his manhood and the thick, long proof of his arousal. He was big ... or at least she thought he was. Never having seen a male erection other than in a book, she wasn’t certain. But he was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen.
A few seconds of fear must have shown in her eyes, for when he settled on the bed again, he took her hand and drew it to him. He wrapped her fingers around his thick hardness. He hissed in a breath.
When she moved her fingers, fascinated, he groaned. “No. I can’t take this right now. Later.”
His dark hair tumbled over his forehead in an unruly thatch. He released her hand.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked.
“No.” He smiled. “You’re driving me mad, Lilly Luna.”
She returned his grin. “Join the crowd.”
Without a word, he reached for her stockings. As he eased the stockings down her thighs, her skin tingled. She quivered as he peeled the fabric over her knees and calves. He drew her pantaloons down her legs and off. She eagerly helped him pull her chemise away and finally she lay bare. His gaze devoured her, and the powerful admiration she saw within his eyes made her confidence grow. She felt pretty, protected, and cared for in a way she never had before.
He rolled onto his back, as naked and vulnerable as she was. She sat up and feasted on the sight of him. She palmed his broad shoulder, enjoying hard, hot muscles down each arm. She liked the way they curved, the incredible strength of honed sinew. Lilly enjoyed the crisp hair that sprinkled over his chest and down in a line over delineated stomach muscles. She skipped his cock, wanting to explore his thighs. He parted his legs slightly, giving her a better view. Hard thighs couldn’t distract her from his balls. She dared to cup them. He hissed inward, a sharp breath that ended in a moan of pleasure. His face filled with intent, a lusty need that made her body flush and her heart pound.
“What should I do?” she asked quietly.
“Do what you want,” he said, rough with sensual encouragement. “Whatever you want.”
So she did. She allowed every wanton desire and urge to erupt. His cock fascinated her, and she wanted to discover the mysteries of love. To know what it would feel like to have his manhood between her thighs and thrusting deep. She pumped her hand up and down over his cock, and he groaned and shivered in a way she knew expressed the greatest pleasure. His breath hitched on a groan and his breath sluiced in and out between his teeth.
“No more,” he said not too long after she’d started. “Or this will be over quickly.”
He drew her down on the bed, and she lay on her back. Morgan’s touch warmed her shoulders and traveled slowly down as he skimmed the sides of her breasts. He nibbled lightly on her nipples, teasing with licks and swirls and suckling until she writhed on the bed and the ache between her legs grew unbearable again. He lay down beside her and brushed his fingers over her mons.
She moaned softly. “Again?
“Again.”
When he touched her wet femininity, she gasped. Pleasure shot through Lilly as Morgan teased, spreading her moisture up and down. He eased one finger into her softly swollen channel.
When he crawled between her legs and lowered his mouth to her feminine flesh, she gasped and jerked. “Morgan!”
“It’s all right. I want to give you more pleasure.”
As he licked her folds, smoothing and tasting and teasing, she thought she’d die from the torment. She moaned again at the exquisite pleasure. He gave special attention to an area at the top of her sex, and her hips jerked upward.
“Easy.” His breath blew hot over her flesh. “Let me do this for you.”
Such an intimate and carnal thing couldn’t be legal, but she didn’t care. A surge of defiance and freedom snaked through her as she lay back and enjoyed his tender touches. He moved his finger inside her, the thrusting sensation reigniting sparks within her core.
He licked the most sensitive nub at the top of her sex and continued moving his finger. As she writhed, she bunched the covers in her fists. Higher and higher her excitement raged until she heard nothing but her gasps, her cries, her utter need for relief. He sucked on the little bud and slipped another finger within her. It stretched her but also raised the bar of pleasure to an incredible height. She wanted to beg but couldn’t find her voice.
“Let go,” he whispered.
One last thrust and lick and her body did it for her. Excitement she couldn’t comprehend flew outward, breaking her apart with incredible force. She shivered and shook as she cried out.
When she finally regained her breath, he crawled over her. His chest brushed hers and she gasped. Her nipples tightened even more, and his mouth enveloped her flesh. He suckled sweetly, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Instinctively her hips lifted, and his thickness tested her wet, warm femininity.
“There’s no going back, sweet Lilly.”
“Don’t stop.” She drew him down for a kiss, and he pushed inside.
Hot thickness eased into her center. His heat inched inside, then out, inside and out, the tip of him teasing her again and again. She gasped and he stopped.
“Am I hurting you?” His warm breath touched her ear.
She lifted her hips. “I need ... I need.”
“Slow, sweet Lilly. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He worked his hardness in and then out, his body asking for permission to enter. Each teasing thrust drove her half mad, the pleasure it gave threatening to draw her straight to the top once more. One final push and he surged deep, burrowing until his hips came up against her center. Another tiny pinch and he went deep.
“Oh!” Her soft cry escaped.
He held himself above her on his elbows, his gaze feverish with need. She saw the want and the worry in his eyes,. “Damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to hurt.”
“No. It was only a tiny hurt. Nothing more.” And she closed her eyes, absorbing the incredible feeling, the newness, and delight, the awe that enveloped her. His body was inside hers, spreading her wide, and went as deep as he could go. She clenched around him, and he hissed in a breath. Pure instinct drove her, and she tightened and released around him. The spike of pleasure it caused deep to her womb drove her to an edge. She knew she’d fall over it if he moved. If she moved.
Her breath caught as he eased back, then forward, then back. Each motion increased the fervor inside her. She couldn’t wait, couldn’t do anything but respond with feral intensity and instinct. As his pace increased, the fire inside her leapt higher. She learned moment to moment what her body needed to increase the pleasure. Morgan groaned as his own desires reached higher, and she wanted his pleasure even more than her own. Almost without thought, she caressed his shoulders, his back, and ventured as far as his buttocks. She squeezed him, caressed him. His kisses came again and again as he challenged Lilly to give and take.
Still he kept the motion slow and deep. Slow and deep. She whimpered and thrashed in his hold, grasping for something, wanting that pleasure to explode and yet never to end. She couldn’t stand another one of those strokes again. Yet she did.
For what seemed an endless time he rode her with a gentle sway back and forth, and the pleasure bombarded her. She was awash in sensations.
Finally the torment rose until she hit the top, and it slammed her like a lightning bolt. A tiny scream left her throat as the pleasure tore her apart. She moaned in pure ecstasy, pulsing around that hard, thick heat.
He continued to thrust. Harder. Harder yet as motion accelerated. With a shout he halted his motion, holding within her. His body shook and she felt heat melting inside her.
He sank upon her for a moment. “God. Sweet Lilly.”
She’d never imagined it could be like this. She was in a haze of delight—a quiet that surrounded them as he drew out of her and lay beside her. Within her heart, she knew a connection had been created between them that she’d never escape.
* * *
Morning broke through the thin, worn, blue Gingham curtain across the room and woke Morgan. Immediately, he was alert, aware of Lilly’s warm body nestled to his. He tightened his arms around her. Protective instincts took hold as he gazed down at the top of her head. The cabin was damned cold, but they’d replaced their clothing after lovemaking. Huddled under the blankets, they’d kept warm. He’d stoked the fire twice during the night to keep it alive. Every time he returned to the bed, he’d been eager to feel Lilly in his arms. But he hadn’t tried to make love to her again, as much as he wished to sink into her hot softness.
God, she’d been beautifully sinful, giving and loving in a way no woman had been with him before. His previous bed partners, though few and far between, had understood what they were doing. And none of them had been virgins.
After they’d had sex, his mind had drifted in a timeless place. Energy depleted, he’d allowed sleep to overtake him. When he’d awakened, his thoughts had turned to her seduction, and what he’d done to her.
Bastard. He was a fucking bastard. Not only had he stolen her virginity, he couldn’t promise her a damned thing. She believed his father—his family—had something to do with Oleta’s murder. She even believed thirteen other women had gone missing over the years and that his father could have connection to that as well. He couldn’t and wouldn’t believe it. And yet he’d taken Lilly with full intent, knowing he couldn’t give her reassurances, promises, or a life with him.
She breathed deeply, still asleep, still innocent. No. Not innocent. He’d made certain of that. Remorse replaced peacefulness until his restless unease grew. He stared at the scars on her back and knew he had to ask her about them. It angered him to know someone had beaten her, but to have beaten her so it left scars ... it burned down to his soul. She stirred in his arms, her small hand resting on his chest, clutching at his shirt. He caressed her hand as he cupped it within his own. So beautiful. So soft and wet as he’d buried himself within her. Heat grew within him until his cock hardened to stone. She pulled her hand from his and ventured down his chest to his pants. She worked at the buttons with her fingers until his cock sprang free.
God. What a way to wake up in the morning. He could have stopped her, but his body refused to listen. Then she did something that surprised him more than anything else she’d done the night before. She eased from his arms with a smile and straddled him.
Her hands rested on his chest. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” His voice emerged rusty with sleep and desire. “And what do you think you’re doing?”
A small, unusual pout touched her lips. “I want you again.”
He lifted his eyebrows. “Again?”
“Unless you don’t want it?”
He chuckled softly. “Oh, I want it all right.”
Before he could object on principle, she leaned down and kissed him. Her mouth was warm, sweet and soft—a haven of pleasure and beauty. He plunged his fingers into her hair and held her for the kiss, thrusting his tongue deep. She moaned and her pussy slid over his cock in an involuntary caress. She released him from the kiss, and her smile was filled with the wonder of discovery, and the abandonment of innocence. She reached under her skirts, found his staff, and fitted it to her core.
“Lilly.” He heard the ache in his own voice.
She lifted, came down upon him. Ah, Jesus. Sinking deep
into her silky heat undid him, and unraveled his control. He didn’t know where he ended and she started. She rested upon him, unmoving, staring into his eyes.
“Lilly.” He cupped her cheeks and brought her down for another kiss.
By instinct she lifted and came down, movements awkward and tentative. He gripped her thighs and showed her how to ride. Up and down, she took him. She tamed him but a moment, then the animal arose. He knew what he wanted and what she needed. He closed his eyes only a moment to savor the sensations slamming his body. Hot, wet, tight sex enveloped his cock, up and down until he couldn’t keep still. He lifted his hips with her, slamming upward until she cried out. He opened his eyes. She threw her head back, her lips parted as the guttural, wrenching sound of climax left her mouth. Her body trembled around him, milking him with rapid, strong contractions. Gratified, he brought her down to him, rolled her beneath him and thrust deep. Again and again he fucked her. Pushing, giving and taking, he possessed her again and again until he poured hot essence into her body. Shaking, gasping, he allowed flames of pleasure to splinter him into a thousand pieces.
“We ... did it again,” she said between gasps for breath.
As her hands caressed him here and there, he tried to catch his breath, too. He loved being with her, taking and giving to their body’s needs.
“Lilly, how did you get the scars on your back?”
Her eyes widened a second, and then she lowered her gaze and sighed. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask before now. They’re so obvious.”
“I hate that someone hurt you like that. Who did it?”
“You know Mrs. Angel of course.”
Morgan gritted his teeth. “Damn it all to hell.” He didn’t care that he’d cursed in front of a woman. “When did she do it?”
“She did it more than once. But one time she did it right after Becca died. When she heard I wasn’t going to be carted off to some jail, she was angry. And she caught me sneaking out of my room that night. She cornered me beat me across the back with a belt.” She winced. “Oleta stopped her before it could go any farther.”
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