Mira smiled, delighted by her newfound power to arouse him. With growing confidence she caressed him, giving herself liberties to touch him wherever her impulse dictated. She swirled her fingertips through the silky black hair on his chest, brushed her thumbs j across the points of his small, flat nipples, let her 't hands splay across the powerful cage of his ribs and the steely muscles of his abdomen.
Suddenly she paused in indecision. "Is there any place," she asked hesitantly, "that it is not right to touch?"
"No," he said softly, understanding exactly what she was asking. "If you want to… here, give me your hand and I'll show you—"
"No, let me touch you… on my own… It me…" Cautiously her hands alighted on the bold thrust of his manhood. She was nervous, and as he felther cool, trembling fingers gently encircle him, Alec groaned. No sensation of pleasure or pain had ever made his knees go weak and his head spin like this. He was hard and throbbing with agony as she caressed him slowly. Her dainty palm stroked down the length of him, then up again, her fingers touched the velvet lightly, and as she lifted her face to his, his mouth ered hers. Groaning her name, he thrust once, e, against her exquisitely tender hands. Heady sensations flooded over her: the supple artistry of his lips, the sleek power of his masculinity in her palms, the feverish longing of her own body. Shifting slightly, she felt moist heat gathering between her legs, and she began to shake as he spread her knees wide with his own. Passionately she wound her arms around his neck, her head tilting to accommodate his deep kisses.
Taking care not to crush her, Alec lowered his body to hers, his chest pressing into the fullness of her reasts, his elbows braced on either side of her head. the was surrounded by the massive cage of his arms and chest, her nostrils filled with the virile male scent of him. The searing heat of his manhood nestled in the cradle between her thighs. They both inhaled at the electrifying contact of naked flesh, their abdomens contracting and then pressing together in one simultaneous breath.
"Alec…" Mira said, a faint question in her voice. He stared down at her, stroking the straying hair off her forehead with his fingertips.
"What?"
"Don't wait any longer."
Mis eyes gleamed oddly as he looked at her. "I'll be gentle," he promised huskily.
Mira clenched her hands into small fists that tightened against his back as she felt a hard, insistent pressure between her legs. He eased into her body slowly, but as the languid slide began, she gasped indistress. The fusion of his large form to her slim, delicate one was not easy, and her teeth caught at her lower lip to keep in a small cry of pain. Instinctively she moved to escape the demanding thrust, but the shifting of her hips only helped him to push deeper. Her body struggled to accommodate him, rending, expanding, widening, yet still he thrust further until he was sheathed within her. Alec buried his face in her hair for a moment, stunned by the incredible sweetness of her flesh tightening around him. Aware of her discomfort, he murmured soothing words against her temple.
"Shhhh. Hold still for a moment… Mira, my beautiful one…" His fingers moved to where their bodies were joined and he touched her intimately, massaging and stroking. "Now you're mine," he said. and eased into her, pulled away, pressed deeply into her again. Slowly her fists opened, her fingertips spread wide over his shoulders. Her sobs lessened, then grad-ually became helpless" moans. Her legs opened, knees flexed. "Relax," Alec breathed, lingering inside her with each thrust. "Move with me… oh, that's damned good…"
The rhythm was elemental, a pulse as basic as the beating of their hearts. Through the slight pain of his possession, Mira felt a strange, paralyzing ecstasy creep over her, until finally she arched up against him, still and transfixed with bliss. Alec drove into her with quiet gasp, his large body shuddering as he too surrendered to the wrenching pleasure of their union .
They subsided in each other's arms, filled with lassi-tude. A cool breeze fluttered the curtains at the win-dow and drifted into the room. The night air was misty and sweet; Mira breathed deeply of it as she pressed close to the man at her side. He gathered her closer nuzzling the top of her head as her long hair streamed over his chest in a satin curtain. "Now you're mine." he repeated sleepily, and only when he had relaxed into slumber did she allow the tears to fall from her eyes
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Chapter Six
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Mira relaxed in the small, deep tub, her head resting back against the rim. Absently she traced the mint-colored shell pattern that adorned the porcelain, her eyes slitting as she stared at the wafting curls of steam that rose from the water. Her bath was scented with a light floral oil that soaked into her skin, soothing every inch of her body. She welcomed the calming effect that the heated water had on her nerves. After waking up this morning to find Alec gone, she had scarcely known what to think or how to feel.