All he thought of was Corisande.
With a groan, he mouth slanted over her hers, licking and stroking her until she was gasping for air. His hands on her breasts fondled them, pinching the nipples until they were hard pellets. Corisande’s gasps were muted against his fevered lips, moaning softly into the still night air as his mouth moved hungrily over her breasts and he took possession of a taut nipple. He suckled her hard, from one breast to the other, and Corisande’s hands were in his long hair, tugging. The harder she pulled, the more he liked it.
In a flash, he lifted her up and lay her upon the bed, carefully setting her down to avoid his gloves and broadsword. He removed the items and tossed them to the floor. Unfortunately, he was still in full protection, so he fell to his knees beside the bed, his mouth on her breasts and belly as he feverishly worked his way out of his tunics and protection. Pieces were coming off, being flung across the room or onto the floor in the heat of passion. He tossed his de Velt tunic partially into the hearth, singeing the wool before he smelled the burned fabric and took the time to yank it out of the flames.
When he was finished batting the flames out, he looked at Corisande sheepishly and she started to laugh. He grinned, too, but the momentary humor gave him time to yank off his boots and his breeches. Everything came off, his body taut and aroused and powerful, and he came down on top of her as she lay upon the mattress.
His kisses were sweet and tender now, his hands roaming her soft body. He returned to her breasts, caressing them, because they had aroused him through the privacy screen. Corisande writhed beneath him, her legs instinctively parting to make way for his substantial weight, and as she did so, Cole moved to touch the unfurling flower between her legs.
He simply couldn’t help himself.
Love me as if tomorrow will never come.
He fully intended to.
Corisande gasped with surprise when his fingers delicately touched the thick outer lips, matted with a fine fluff of dark hair. He was gently tugging on a nipple as he fondled her with the utmost gentleness, allowing her to become accustomed to his touch. Corisande groaned with pleasure as she gradually became accustomed to his careful fingers. Only when her body loosened beneath his restrained touch did he attempt to part her pink, quivering petals.
She was unbelievably hot and wet. He slipped a finger into her sheath, so incredibly tight that he very nearly released himself at that moment. But he fought his reaction, nibbling on her neck and her ear, whispering words of beauty and adoration. Corisande’s reaction was to spread her legs a little wider, bending her knees, willing to submit to anything he wanted to do to her. Cole could feel her tight passage contracting about his slick finger, pulling at him.
Settling between her legs, he rubbed his manhood against her Venus mound, stroking the outer lips as he had done with his fingers. She was glistening with wet heat, spilling down onto the linens, and he continued to rub himself against her as she watched his face without fear.
Their eyes met.
“Are you certain this is what you want?” he whispered. “I can stop at this moment and there is no harm done.”
Her answer was to pull him down to her, her mouth latching on to his, and Cole’s restraint was gone.
He tried to move slowly. God knows, he did, but he found himself fighting against his natural instinct to drive into her like a rutting bull. He worked carefully, gaining headway slowly and feeling her tightness draw him in. She was so slick that it would have been easy to simply thrust into her and be done with her maidenhood quickly, but he held back. She was being bold, willing to know him on a deep and intimate level, but he wanted it to be a good experience for her.
He wanted her to love it as much as he was.
Corisande was calm beneath him, her hands on his enormous biceps for support as he forged ahead into virgin territory. Beneath her hands, she could feel his heated body trembling as he struggled to maintain control, but that didn’t last.
His desire overwhelmed him.
Drawing her knees up, he thrust into her tender body and Corisande gasped loudly with the sting of possession. Cole was seated to the hilt and he pulled her into an embrace as he began to move gently within her. Slowly at first, relishing the feel of his erection embedded within her tender body as Corisande clutched him, wrapping her legs about his hips to hold him fast.
Cole’s pace increased, quickening his thrusts into her. His strokes were measured and long; enjoying the moment, the closeness to her, experiencing an outlet for the emotions he was feeling for her. Against him, Corisande’s gasps of passion told him that she was beginning to experience the same pleasure that had so easily consumed them both.
It was passion on an entirely new plane.
But it was passion that was building to a climax faster than Cole had wanted. He had hoped to draw out their experience, to savor every move, every taste, but his body had other ideas. He was so highly aroused that his climax came like a tidal wave. It washed over him and he growled low in his throat as he spilled himself deep into her body, feeling every last spasm with the greatest of pleasure. But his release never stopped his movement; he continued to stroke in and out of her even after he spent himself, wanting Corisande to experience the same delirium that he was.
He shifted his weight, gazing down at her flushed face as he continued to roll his pelvis against hers. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and he found his gaze drawn to her magnificent breasts as they bounced every time their bodies came together. One hand trailed down her neck, encircling a breast before moving towards the junction where their bodies were joined.
Seeking her hard little nub, he stroked her a few times before Corisande’s eyes flew open with surprise. In the next moment, she bit off a loud shriek against his shoulder, muffled against his heated flesh. The last thing they wanted was to tip anyone off to their activities, so Corisande kept her mouth against his shoulder until the ripples faded and she was reduced to a quivering shell.
“Breathe, love,” he whispered. “Just breathe.”
Corisande pulled away from his shoulder, gasping for air. “What… what was that?”
He buried his face in her neck, chuckling. “That is why men and women risk everything to do what we have just done,” he said. “Are you well? I did not hurt you, did I?”
Corisande swallowed hard as she caught her breath. “Not at all,” she said, looking at him as he loomed over her. “That was… miraculous.”
He smiled tenderly. “Are you sure you are well?”
“I am,” she said. “I promise, I am. Oh, Cole… swear to me that it will always be like this. That this moment will come again.”
He brushed a bit of stray hair off her forehead as he looked at her. “If it is within my power, it will always be like this,” he murmured. “Forever and ever, I swear it.”
She smiled faintly, gazing into his unique eyes. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, my lady.”
He said it seductively and she realized that he didn’t understand her. “I did not mean for that,” she said. “I meant for coming to The Keld in the first place. For seeing something in me that I have never seen in myself.”
“What’s that?”
She lifted her slender shoulders. “Love, I suppose,” she said. “You saw a woman you would marry. You saw love. No matter what happens tomorrow, I am yours until the end of time, Cole. There is no one in this world or in any other that could ever take your place in my heart or soul.”