Page 20 of Ena’s Surrender

“Do ye want me?” She gazed defiantly up at him.

His brows knit together. “You’re a maid.”

She spread her thighs to fully cradle his pelvis. The length of his arousal rested against her entrance, more temptation she’d ever encountered in her life.

She flexed her hips forward, so she rubbed against his shaft. Her slick desire made the action easy as she glided up and down. Tingles of delight raced over her skin and a little moan whimpered from the back of her throat.

More. She needed more.

Renault’s nostrils flared and his eyes closed as he clearly savored the sensations as much as she.

“Kiss me,” she gasped. “Kiss me.”

He braced himself over her and kissed her, a hungry, deep kiss that echoed his yearning. As their mouths connected, their bodies rubbed against one another, hard and soft, smooth and wet.

She reached between them and grabbed the length of him, angling his cock toward her intimate place.

“Ena.” There was a warning note in his voice.

“There’s so little pleasure in this life.” Desperation seasoned her statement. “I want ye.” She arched her hips, pressing herself to the swollen tip of his prick. “Now.”

He uttered a low curse but did not draw away. Instead, he settled more fully over her and kissed her once more with a resolve that told her she’d won. And as he did so, he braced her hips with his free hand and slowly began to push into her.

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Ena tensed for the pain of her maidenhead tearing. It was little more than a pinch, but it was enough to make Renault still over the top of her. A wounded expression filled his eyes, as though the discomfort had injured him far more than it did her.

Before he could change his mind and pull away, she rolled her hips upward to draw him farther into her.

He moved slowly, his muscles tense.

The fullness of him was initially foreign, not entirely comfortable yet not awful either. He shifted his hand between them and found the bud of her sex with his finger.

Pleasure jolted through her. It dissolved the tension trying to force him out, allowing her to relax and accept him. Almost immediately, his careful thrusts sent prickles of bliss all through her.

“Aye, that’s it,” he said raggedly.

He continued to circle the sensitive place while he pumped into her, picking up speed so they panted in tandem in the silent room. Her body tightened with something she didn’t understand.

“Aye, let yourself go,” he murmured. “Let yourself go, my beautiful Ena.”

It wasn’t the pressure between her thighs that finally sent her sailing into an oblivion she had never known. It was his words.

My beautiful Ena.

Pleasure washed over her and dragged her down before lifting her and swirling over every part of her inside and outside. Renault’s thrusts came faster, jerking into her, sending her even higher as a tight groan escaped his throat.

The euphoria melted away, leaving Ena’s body weak with a luxurious, languid exhaustion and her heart racing as if she’d just sprinted up a hill. Renault slowly pulled out of her and eased his weight off her.

Together they remained in companionable silence as their breathing returned to normal. Renault pushed himself up and went to the small ewer of water where he wet two squares of linen before returning to her. He handed her one and kept the other for himself, rubbing it over the length of his softening cock.

A sudden feeling of shyness washed over her and the remnants of the fire that had burned so brightly inside her now heated her cheeks. She thanked him and used the linen to clean away the evidence of their joining.

He laid the linens aside when she was done and crawled back into bed with her. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

She shook her head and gave a long sigh. “Ye did rather the opposite.”

He turned toward her and studied her.