her arms pinned to the bed, he allowed his mouth to begin to explore her body with frustrating leisure. He lingered at the base of her throat, planting teasing kisses over the line of her collarbone and then, at last, he found the straining tip of her breast.
Raine released a shaky sigh as the pleasure blistered through her body and curled her toes. Dear God, she hadn’t known that anything could feel so wickedly wonderful. The heat of his lips as they suckled her, the rough caress of his tongue and even the gentle tug of his teeth. It was all enough to make her arch upward in a shuddering bliss.
“That’s it, Raine,” he urged against her skin. “Let me please you.”
Raine thought if he pleased her any more she might actually scream. There could surely be nothing better than this?
He taught her that she was mistaken as his hands skimmed down the curves of her body. Wherever they traveled they left behind a shimmer of excitement, like tiny fireworks flaring over her skin.
Her breath caught and held in her throat as his hands reached her legs and gently tugged them apart. Just for a moment she resisted, uncertain what he was demanding.
“Let me touch you,” he muttered, his mouth moving to tease the hollow between her breasts. “I want to feel your heat.”
Ever so slowly her legs parted and his fingers stroked the inner skin of her thighs. Raine clenched the blanket beneath her as the roaming fingers found her moist parting and stroked between the tender folds.
“Philippe,” she gasped.
His head lifted to watch her with eyes that smoldered with such heat that she nearly gasped.
“You are ready for me, meu amor. So warm and wet.”
Raine blushed as she realized that there was, indeed, an unaccountable dampness between her legs as his clever fingers continued to stroke and tease her. Her embarrassment, however, was no match for the swelling tension that clutched her body.
There was something just out of reach. A beckoning enticement that made her shiver and twist beneath his touch.
“Shh,” he murmured, “I will ease what ails you, sweet Raine.”
With her eyes squeezed shut she heard the rustle of Philippe removing the last of his clothing, and then shockingly she felt the warm weight of his body as he covered her.
His mouth touched her parted lips as he settled between her thighs, and her arms instinctively lifted to wrap around his neck. She felt the brush of his enlarged shaft against her thigh before it was at her entrance.
She had the briefest moment to consider just what he intended to do before he was pressing into her dampness with a relentless thrust.
Lost in the pleasure, Raine was unprepared for the sharp sting that stabbed through her body, and digging her nails into his back, she gave a muffled gasp.
Philippe stiffened, his head jerking back to regard her with a stunned expression.
“Meu Deus. Why did you not tell me?”
“Would it have stopped you?”
A mixture of emotions flickered over his face, all too swiftly for Raine to decipher. Then, with a low hiss, he was slowly pulling himself out of her.
Raine breathed out in relief, only to stiffen in surprise when his head dipped and he began scattering kisses along her throat, over her breast and down her stomach.
Her pain was forgotten as his lips expertly coaxed her passion back to life.
“Oh,” she breathed as his tongue dipped into her belly button and then traced ever lower. “Dear heavens…”
“Heaven has nothing to do with this, meu amor,” he muttered as he deliberately scraped her sensitive skin with the rough whiskers on his chin. “But I have no strength to deny the devil’s temptation. Not on this night.”
She had no notion what he meant, but before she could demand he explain, Philippe dipped his head lower and she gave a small scream as she felt his tongue stroke the very heart of her.
Her hands clasped his hair as he licked and teased with a ruthless intent. A part of her was shocked by such intimacy. Good Lord, she did not know this was even a part of making love. Certainly she had never heard it spoken of, even in whispers. It seemed…decadent. But, oh, so wonderful.
A moan escaped her lips as she arched off the bed. That sweet tension was once again clenching her muscles and tugging her toward a pinnacle that she half feared to reach.
“Do not fight it, Raine,” he whispered, as if able to read her mind with the ease of a master. “Just relax.”
Relax? He had to be out of his wits. Her entire body felt as if it had been wound so tight she would explode.
He shifted, his hands holding tight to her hips as he continued his delicious assault. Raine whimpered as the tension reached a breathless point, and then shattered into a million sparks of pleasure.
“Philippe.” She sighed as she floated slowly through the velvet darkness. “That was…that was amazing….”
“That, sweet Raine, was only the beginning.”
His body slid upward and once again he was between her legs. She felt the tip of him enter her and the odd lethargy was banished.
Sensing her sudden tension, he lightly kissed her lips before pulling back to regard her with a somber expression.
“Do not fear, I will not hurt you. We will take this as slowly as you need.”
Suiting his action to his words, Philippe kept his gaze locked on hers as he gently pushed into her. Raine felt stretched and uncomfortably full, but as he promised there was no pain.
There was a final thrust and he was completely inside her. He paused, as if waiting for her to adjust to the invasion before he slowly began to move.
At first Raine simply tried to accustom herself to the strange sensations, but as his head lowered and he nuzzled at her breasts she realized that her hips were beginning to lift of their own accord.
He groaned in approval, his steady pace beginning to quicken as that wondrous pleasure spiraled through her.
“Yes, meu amor,” he breathed, his hands moving to cup her hips and angle her so he could deepen his penetration.
Raine dug her nails into his shoulders as her breath came in short gasps, the pleasure coalescing into a burst of shocking waves.
Above her, Philippe’s features sharpened as he gave one last forceful thrust, and then with a wrenching groan he collapsed on top of her.
In a rather dazed wonderment Raine held on to him with weak arms.
He was inside her. A part of her. As if they were one.
And it was the most astonishing experience of her life.
CHAPTER SIX
PHILIPPE
