First Rapture (The Rapture #1)(3)

“It’s okay, Maddy. I’ve got you.”

“Luc,” she breathed.

She leaned heavily against him, her knees threatening to buckle. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing his lips to her forehead as she tried to recover from the shocking vibrations that continued to spread through her body.

His lips continued to soothe over her upturned face as he lifted her into his arms and headed for her narrow bed. A few steps and he was lowering her onto the mattress before straightening to yank off his clothing.

She watched with bemused eyes as his T-shirt was jerked over his head and his boots kicked off before he was shoving his jeans downward. She shivered, her pu**y clenching as her gaze slid down his hard, chiseled body to linger on the proud thrust of his erection.

God, he was beautiful. All sculpted muscles and bronzed, ruthless male.

He paused to remove a condom from the front pocket of his jeans, ripping open the package and slipping it on with practiced ease.

Then, moving slowly, as if giving her one last opportunity to change her mind, he placed a knee on the mattress.

“I don’t have any experience with virgins, but I suspect this might hurt, Maddy,” he said, his voice tight with strain. “I’ll try to go slow, but I want you.” His lips twisted with a hint of self-derision as his gaze slowly took in her naked curves spread on the bed, lingering for a second on the heels that he insisted she keep on. “I don’t think anything could stop me from taking you tonight.”

“I’m ready,” she breathed.

Holding her wide gaze, Luc stretched onto the mattress beside her, giving her time to become accustomed to the scorching heat of his bare skin. His fingers ran up and down the front of her body. Traveling from her throat down to her quivering stomach, his light caress set off tiny sparks of excitement.

Shockingly, Maddy felt herself melting in anticipation, her legs readily parting as he rolled on top of her.

Still keeping their gazes locked, Luc settled between her thighs, the head of his c**k forging a slow path into her body. He hesitated for a brief second, then with one steady surge he was seated deeply inside her. Her gasp echoed through the room.

It wasn’t true pain, more a sense of being stretched to the max.

He gave a harsh groan, his hands framing her face as he studied her with a darkened gaze.

“Did I hurt you?” he demanded.

Maddy sensed his struggle to leash his hunger, knowing it was taking all his willpower not to pound into her.

His fierce desire was as thrilling as the obvious concern in his voice.

He wanted her. He really, truly wanted her.

“I’m fine,” she assured him, her hands running over the bunched muscles of his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

He gave a choked laugh, his brow damp with perspiration. “It’s no longer a choice, Maddy. You have become a necessity.”

She trembled at the husky edge of need in his voice, her hands tentatively exploring the wide expanse of his chest. She’d never realized there could be so much pleasure in touching. The warm, satin skin. The ripple of muscles. The rapid beat of his heart that revealed his out of control emotions. Growing bolder, she explored downward, finding the washboard abs. She could spend the rest of the night stroking her hands over his sculpted form.

Luc, however, had other ideas.

With a muttered curse, he grasped her hands, pinning them over her head. Her eyes widened, her heart missing a beat at the savage need that smoldered in his eyes.

“Don’t move,” he growled, his voice barely recognizable. “I’m hanging on by a thread, sweetheart.”

Maddy savored the exquisite moment. This was what she’d craved. The feel of him buried deep inside her, the intoxicating knowledge she’d driven him to the edge of reason. It all combined to stir her excitement to a fever pitch.

With obvious care, Luc withdrew until just the tip remained inside her, then as her hips lifted to maintain the contact, he was surging forward.

She shuddered at the erotic slide of his c**k inside her, his breath searing over her face as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Luc…” she moaned, instinctively wrapping her legs around his hips. “It feels so good.”

“Shit, Maddy,” he groaned, sinking even deeper. “You’re killing me.”

Maddy wasn’t sure what he meant, but at the moment it didn’t matter. That delectable, addictive pleasure was beginning to build as he thrust into her with a ruthless rhythm.

“I don’t know what to do,” she rasped, needing to give him the same bliss that was jolting through her.

“Just let me please you,”

“You do,” she whimpered, her body bowing beneath him. Her heart felt as if it was going to beat out of her chest, her nails digging into his fingers that were wrapped around her wrists. “You’re the only one who could ever please me.”

“You shouldn’t tell a man that,” he muttered, burying his face in the curve of her neck as his hands lowered to cup her ass, angling her for even deeper penetration. “Especially not one with my ego.”

Her toes curled as shockwaves of pleasure rushed through her. “You know how I feel,” she recklessly groaned. “It’s always been you.”

A dark, possessive satisfaction blazed in his eyes. “You’re mine.”