Lady Adalyn (The Saga Of Wolfbridge Manor Book 1) by Sahara Kelly (latest ebook reader TXT) 📕

How long it lasted she couldn’t tell, but she had to remind herself to breathe as the feelings eased and Daniel pulled his hand away.

She focused on his face and saw—to her utter astonishment—his smile as he raised his hand to his mouth and licked her juices from his fingers. To hear Evan read about this was one thing. To see Daniel doing it—it was beyond anything.

“I was right,” he said, his voice rough. “You taste of magic and moonlight.”

She had no words, just a weak shake of the head as she tried to clear the erotic fog swamping her brain.

“You’re ready for me, now, Adalyn. I had to make sure.”

He was speaking, saying something, and if she could only gather her wits for two seconds, she would understand him.

Thankfully, his actions spoke louder than his words.

He moved between her thighs, pushing them wide, bringing another gasp to her throat as tender flesh was stretched and exposed.

She shivered, but not with cold.

His hands slid to her buttocks and he shifted her into position beneath him, his searing hot arousal touching her, stroking through her wet folds, rubbing against all the places that were now so vividly alive.

The feel of his uniquely male length, the knowledge that she wanted it to slide inside her so badly…once again her mind surrendered to a tide of desire.

She swallowed. “Daniel, please…” Her body knew what it demanded even if she could not find the words to ask him for it.

“Yes,” he muttered, his head dropping as he looked to the place where they touched.

Somehow, knowing he watched their bodies as they met in the most intimate and private of places…it aroused her even more and she lifted her hips a little, wishing she could see as well.

“Now, my love.” His words fuelled her fire and she held her breath as the thick head pressed between her swollen and sensitive flesh.

“Oh God,” she whispered as she took more of him inside her. “Oh God, Daniel…”

“Am I hurting you?” He paused, shooting her a quick look.

“Oh no. No, never. It just feels…you feel…so…” Words failed her.

Had she imagined that what she felt a few minutes ago was the height of ecstasy? How wrong she had been. The stretching and sliding and movements of both their bodies as he penetrated her…beyond description.

She closed her eyes and rode the wave of joy, of the ultimate moment when she was truly joined to another by love, by caring. This was what poets wrote about, and why people died for that special someone.

The overwhelming emotions brought the sting of tears, and she gulped down a sob as Daniel moved, putting his hands on the bed either side of her head and rising above her.

“Adalyn, oh God…”

He lifted, pulling almost out of her, then thrust his hips firmly back down and into her, starting a slow rhythm, up and down, in and out, until her breath deserted her and her world narrowed down to where they were joined.

Faster now, and faster still, he kept up the pace, rubbing places inside her that awoke to the wonderful sensation.

She’d thought nothing could top what she had just felt as a result of his fingers. But she had been wrong.  The sizzling lightning bolts that flashed and rocked through her pulsed in time with his thrusts and she knew, without question, that she was once again beginning that climb to something incredible.

Barely realising what she did, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, adding the extra fillip of pleasure as his naked skin rubbed the insides of her thighs.

Locked together, bodies rocking, parting and meeting with ever-increasing force, Adalyn caught the rhythm and instead of letting Daniel set the pace, she rose to meet his every thrust, eager now, needier, desperate to reach the peak with him, to share his pleasure as an equal in their passion.

Her fingers met his skin and she clutched his arms as she climbed higher and higher and his body trembled on the edge…

With a loud groan Daniel froze against her, and to her astonishment she felt the pulsations as he found his release inside her.

That amazingly sensual inner massage was enough to send her flying, and for long moments her muscles and Daniel’s worked together, pleasuring each other in a way she had never even considered possible.

It was truly glorious, the ultimate expression of desire, need, and lust. And when it was done, the most important part remained…the love she felt for Daniel.

He sank down beside her, leaving her empty as his hardness softened and slid free. “Adalyn,” he whispered, touching her face. “I have no words to tell you how that was for me.” He kissed her gently. “Or how my heart is so full of you I can want no more than to lie here with you forever.”

She sighed, snuggling into his arms. “Daniel, that was an astounding experience. So wonderful. Thank you.” She touched his face in her turn. “I love you too.”

Settling themselves under the covers, Daniel wrapped her against him, and soon she heard his breathing become slow and rhythmic.

She lay awake, her mind still awhirl with the evening’s events, and emotions.

Yes, she had not lied. She did love Daniel. She loved him not only for his tenderness and skill at lovemaking; she loved him for his warmth and his genuine caring of her.

Her thoughts turned to Jeremy. She loved him too. And Evan. And Trick…

How could she love them all? Was there room in a heart for more than one love? Could she take Jeremy and Evan and Trick to her bed as well?

That question plagued her, and her answer should have plagued her even more. But it didn’t.

She could indeed find this new erotic pleasure with her other gentlemen. In fact, she found herself quietly admitting she was looking forward to it.

Could she see Jeremy holding her like this? Yes.

Could she imagine Evan above her, inside her? Yes.

And Trick? She found she could see herself riding him.

Such thoughts