Too Wilde to Wed (The Wildes of Lindow Castle, #2)(56)

She looked down. “They wobble like pudding?”

“I love pudding,” he murmured, moving his mouth to her breast. Diana forgot about giggling; heat blazed up her body, making her aware of sweat at the backs of her knees, and trembling in her fingers.

Her legs fell apart and suddenly, North wasn’t doing enough. She needed more, she needed him, all of him, now. The fact she could feel his cock nudging her below made it worse.

Her hands went to his shoulders and curled over all those muscles and then she arched toward him. She was breathing fast and shallow.

“Easy,” North murmured, leaving one breast and switching to the other.

Not easy.

“Lie still.” He sucked hard. She couldn’t lie still. Even though her mother—

Enough. She banished every thought of Mrs. Belgrave.

“I can’t just lie here,” she gasped. Her hands slid down his back, loving the way corded muscles flexed under her fingers. “Please, North, please.”

“I’m afraid I’ll lose control.” His voice growled from deep in his chest.

“Please do.” She arched her back again, and he slid a little way inside.

His brows knit. “I will go as slowly as I can, Diana. I’ve never felt . . .” His voice trailed off and she realized his braced arms were shaking.

She wiggled impatiently. “Hell’s bells, North, what are you waiting for?”

He choked out a laugh and thrust slowly forward. Pulled back and pushed again, and again, until finally his hard, heavy cock bumped home.

Diana had never imagined anything like it. A wave of feeling spread out from her hips. He paused, eyes wild. He more than fit. He fit her, in every way possible.

“Pain?” he rasped.

“No! No.” And: “Please, North.”

He drew back and lunged, his heat and weight sending another streak of feeling down her legs.

“I love the way that feels,” she cried, when she had her breath.

With a choked laugh, he pumped again, and again, and with every movement of his hips he buried himself inside her, and every time, the sensation spread through her. She couldn’t keep her legs flat on the bed. First she bent them, and even then they shook uncontrollably, until she wound them around his hips.

When she arched her back, he bit back a curse, his eyes fixed on hers.

“Too fast?” he growled.

She shook her head.

“Too strong?”

“No!”

He bent his head to her nipple again and sucked hard.

Diana grabbed him, trying to find purchase on his sweat-slicked back, greedily welcoming the pleasure she felt with every thrust.

Her heart was thundering in her chest, and she couldn’t get her breath. All she could do was cling to him, shuddering, a jolt running through her body every time he filled her.

He dropped his forehead until it touched hers, a guttural moan breaking from his chest. “I’ve never felt anything like you, Diana. You’re killing me.”

“Don’t stop,” she cried, only half listening because she was concentrating on the burning sensation in her limbs.

She was vaguely aware of a bitten-off groan, but then he reared back, and one hand settled on her hip and pulled her up just enough so that he could pump into her at a deeper angle. Diana squeaked, need pulsing through her.

Her breath was sobbing from deep in her chest when her legs began to pulse, frightening her a little. North leaned over. “Give it to me, Diana,” he ordered, that big hand holding her body up to meet his thrusts. “I want all of you.”

“I can’t,” she sobbed, disoriented.

“Open your eyes.”

She forced them open. North was staring down at her, jaw taut. He thrust forward slowly, pressing down in a way that made her let out a little shriek. “Why not?” For all the uncontrolled ferocity in his eyes, his voice was tender. His throat corded with the strain of keeping himself still.

“I’m afraid,” she whispered.

A smile curled the edges of his lips. “Don’t ever be afraid of me, Diana.”

“Not you,” she managed, and then, “Oh, God!” because he was slowly, slowly bearing down on her again, filling her up. She tensed, waiting for the moment when he was fully inside. Uncontrolled fire raced through her body.

“No,” she sobbed. “It’s too much. I can’t.” Her legs were pulsing and she was close to being . . . to something frightening.

North lowered himself onto his elbows, his body deep inside hers, and brushed his lips across hers. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, darling.”

How could he say that? He was between her legs, filling her. He was looking at her as if she were the only woman in the world. As if he owned her. Loved her. He did love her. He said so.

She was shaking.

“Diana,” North said, kissing her again. “Do you want to stop?” His voice was hoarse, hungry for her, but calm too.

That was North. “Your eyes are a beautiful dark blue,” she said, gasping.

He waggled an eyebrow at her. “They’re only one color. Your eyes have two.”

She was pulsing between her legs, her body sending frantic messages, but Diana ignored that for the moment. “When we were betrothed, I used to sneak glances at your body,” she gasped. She was sweating, so it was absurd to feel heat rising in her cheeks, but she did.