Bride for a Night(21)

And for tonight she was his.

Sweeping his mouth downward, Gabriel captured the tip of her hardened nipple between his lips, savoring the sound of her soft gasps. The sweetest music.

“My lord,” she rasped. “Gabriel.”

“Shh,” he whispered, subtly pressing a hand between her thighs. “Trust me.”

She shivered, her hands shifting to run an impatient path down his back.

“You have given me little reason to trust…” Her breath caught as his finger dipped through the moist cleft between her legs. “Oh.”

He laughed softly, circling the hard tip of her nipple with his tongue.

“Your first lesson as a wife is to accept your husband always knows best.”

She muttered something beneath her breath at his smug words, but she was swift to cry out in wonderment as his finger slid with gentle insistence into her welcoming body. Gabriel pulled back to watch her delicate face flush with sensual heat, her thick tangle of lashes lowering and her lips parting as he stroked his finger in a slow, tantalizing tempo.

Christ, he had never seen anything so beautiful.

It was absurd.

He had been pleasured by the most talented courtesans in all of England. Hell, his last mistress had caused riots when she had first appeared on the stage.

So why then was this inexperienced wallflower making him tremble with savage hunger?

Refusing to contemplate the dangerous question, Gabriel instead reclaimed her lips in a kiss of fierce anticipation. A flare of triumph raced through him as she willingly met the thrust of his tongue with her own, her nails biting into his lower back as her body sought relief from her swelling tension.

He had done what he could to ease her maidenly fears. Now he was through with waiting. If he didn’t have her soon, he was fairly certain he would go mad.

With one smooth motion he shifted on top of her body, settling between her legs with a groan of sheer relief. She gave a small gasp, but finding the tiny nub that made her squirm in bliss, Gabriel continued to pleasure her as he situated his cock into the opening of her body and entered her with one slow thrust.

A rasping moan tore from his throat. She was molten heat and exquisite tightness.

A perfect combination.

His heart forgot to beat as he drank deeply of the nectar of her mouth, waiting as Talia adjusted to his intimate invasion. Only when her muscles eased and he felt her hands running an impatient path up his back did he pull back his hips and plunge back into her slick warmth.

Brushing his lips down her cheek, Gabriel nipped at the lobe of her ear, relishing the crisp clean scent of her skin. Until this moment he did not realize how he disliked a female who drenched herself in perfume. Having his senses filled with the delectable woman in his arms, and not a choking cloud of flowers, only intensified his pleasure.

Lost in the urgency of his passion, he struggled to concentrate on the sounds of her soft moans and the rasp of her breath. He would not allow his searing need to overcome his determination for Talia to find her own release.

Burying his face in the curve of her neck, he kept his pace slow and steady, his hands shifting beneath her hips to angle them upward. Her nails bit into his flesh, her body arching as she neared her climax.


“Gabriel,” she groaned. “I cannot…”

“Yes, you can,” he coaxed in thick tones. “I will give you what you need.”

Scattering kisses down her collarbone, he lowered his head to suckle at the tip of her nipple, increasing his pace and urging her legs to wrap around his hips.

Gabriel heard Talia cry out in startled joy, the pulse of her release clutching at his cock. He clenched his teeth, his hips surging until he was buried deep inside her as a shattering climax slammed through him.