When his hand moved to cup between her legs she bucked against him. His mouth quickly descended on hers again and as his tongue charged into her mouth his finger hastily slipped between her legs and right inside her.
She gasped, though it could not be heard and he pressed his mouth more firmly against hers while his tongue took command and he inserted another finger inside her while his thumb settled over her sensitive nub and began to stroke it.
He set a rhythm then that had her moving with him and it wasn’t long before she was ready to explode in a blinding climax. She gripped his wrist harder tugging at it as she did.
He drew a breath when his lips left hers, then rested his brow to hers. “You’re so wet and tight. I cannot wait to lose myself in you.”
His words fueled her own passion and her hand moved to grip his upper arm. The muscles were rigid and she held onto them for dear life as he moved over her. His fingers slipped out of her and while disappointed, she was more eager for him to slip inside her. She had never felt so alive. It was as if she pulsed with a life she never knew existed. And she was greedy for more.
He rose over her, his hands on either side of her head. “Keep your hand on my arm. I like the way you squeeze it hard. ” He spread her legs with his knee. “You will let me know if I hurt you.”
It was an order not a request and Dawn nodded.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
Only her mother had ever told her that she was beautiful and she was so startled by his words that her mouth dropped open and as it did he slipped inside her, just a nudge at first, and then he pushed hard into her and she gasped deep in her chest and her hand squeezed his arm so hard she thought she would break it.
“Are you all right?” he demanded not moving.
Surprisingly, she felt wonderful and smiled.
He smiled back at her and kissed her quickly. “You’re going to feel a whole lot better soon.” And he began to move, pulling out, driving in and Dawn matched his tempo wanting him deeper and deeper inside her.
“Damn,” he mumbled throwing his head back as he drove in and out of her.
She didn’t realize it but her one finger kept tapping his arm over and over and over as if she was screaming yes, yes, yes, at him.
It was the most glorious feeling she had ever experienced and though sinful as it was, she hoped to feel it again and again with Cree... only with Cree.
Soon all thoughts vanished and all she could feel was the immense pleasure building and building until she was on the edge of exploding and seeing Cree’s face contorted in pleasurable pain she knew he felt the same.
Soon, very soon she would burst in fiery climax and he would do the same and she would finally feel him spill into her and that would truly join them as one. She felt it, it was coming, oh lord was she coming. She squeezed his arm tighter and tighter and tighter.
Cree pulled out of her just as she was about to explode and she deflated in an instant.
He collapsed on top of her, his arms going around her waist and holding her tight as his body shuddered in release.
Dawn wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, and she wanted to beat her fisted hands hard on his back. Why? Why did he do that to her? But she knew the answer. He did not want to take the chance of his seed taking root for fear he would have a child without a voice... like her.
She felt numb, empty, and she moved her hands off him not wanting to touch him, not wanting him to touch her, and not wanting him near her, not when she was hurting like this.
He kissed her stomach, light delicate ones, before raising his head to look at her. “Are you all right?”
She nodded.
He moved up alongside her and took her in his arms tucking her against him. He said no more and she lay still in his embrace. She wished that he would go and leave her alone in her misery. To know that he would lie with her, have his way with her, and yet never come inside her tore at her heart. She was there for his enjoyment whenever he wished; she meant nothing more to him than a place to dip his wick—she laughed inwardly. He might dip it but he had no intentions of extinguishing it inside her. That would be left for the woman he would wed.
“I must go,” he said and nuzzled kisses at her neck. “Sleep and I will see you on the morrow.
She nodded and gave his hand a slight squeeze not wanting him to suspect that she was glad to see him go.
He dressed quickly and with one last quick kiss he left the room. She fought back the tears that threatened to overflow. He still had to get his shirt and tunic on and she did not want him to return and find her in tears. Once she heard the door close, she hopped out of bed, grabbed the soft blue shawl and wrapped it around her.
She could not bring herself to return to bed so she sat in front of the hearth, her knees tucked up under her chin and let her tears fall. She was being punished, punished for letting the devil have his way with her and enjoying it. And for thinking that somehow she could get his heart to be silent no more.