Page 62 of The Rake Desires the Diamond

He’d noticed. Although it was probably quite obvious, seeing as how she wasslickandweeping.

He withdrew his fingers to place his penis at her entrance. “I will be gentle.”

Gentle sounded wonderful. Although rough also sounded perfect. Just as long as he put that pulsingcockinside her before she expired from overwhelming need.

He pushed into her, stretching her wide, the sensation akin to sunshine seeping into her bloodstream. She pulsed around him, her walls tugging him deeper.

“Am I hurting you?” His voice was soft, unlike the raspy filth he’d whispered mere moments ago.

More dampness pooled between her thighs. Oh, how she adored salacious-talking rakes who were compassionate gentlemen beneath their wanton sensuality.

She’d heard intimacy hurt the first time. What fiddle-faddle. Unless Evan was the world’s most talented lover, which was probably the case. Or perchance she was whorish. Or the rumor was started to keep women from engaging in sexual congress. Whatever the explanation, there was nothing painful about this hard cock filling her.

“No. ’Tis wonderful.” Wanting him deeper, she arched her back and scored her fingernails down his back.

He hissed. “That’s it, Luv. Wrap your legs around me.”

She was his to command. Arms and legs encircling his body, she clung to him as he thrust hard and deep. Her walls spasmed around his steely girth.

“You’re so bloody tight. It feels so good,” he said.

If she could catch her breath to speak, she’d say, “Like heaven.”

“I dare say, you like my cock fucking you.”

Yes! That and his naughty talk and toe-curling, yummy words. She hummed her agreement. Closing her eyes, she clutched his shoulders and buried her head in the crock of his neck. In and out, he slid as they found their rhythm. His moaning increased as he pumped into her, harder and faster. Meanwhile, the crackling thunder added to the almost otherworldly excitement.

“Katrina,” he whispered.

She was breathless and wordless.

“Katrina,” he said again.

She opened her eyes. His were brilliant with bliss.

“I…I lo…” He clamped his lips together, only parting them to groan as he slammed his hips against hers.

Was he about to sayI love you?Because it took every ounce of her discipline not to chant,I love you, Evan.

The sublime tension inside her built, pulling and stretching her body until she longed for release. Once nothing was left to tighten, a swirling sensation took hold in her core—whirling, dancing, and taunting her to the edge. She fought the tug since she didn’t want the euphoria to end.

Every muscle in his body tensed as his raspy baritone growled, “I am going to come.”

Jaw clenched, eyes rolling back, a muscle in his neck ticking, he thrust with such potent masculinity that Katrina lost control. She toppled, then soared.

Evan roared. He withdrew from her, grasped his cock, and stroked. “Fuck, yes,” he growled as his warm seed painted her belly.

When she floated back to her body, he was there waiting for her, a wicked grin on his handsome face.

“That was the most intense moment of my life,” he said as he nuzzled her cheek.

It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced. She kissed his forehead.

“Stay right here,” he said.

She didn’t plan to go anywhere. Still, it thrilled her that he insisted she stay.

After forcing her eyes to adjust to the scanty light, she studied his fine arse as he lazily strolled to the towel. Returning to the bed, he wiped his seed from her belly and then rearranged the counterpane. He slid in beside her and tucked them beneath the blanket. Thereupon, clinging to each other, they listened to the rain pelt the window and ping off the roof.