Page 42 of The Guardian

He pulled her over him. “Take me, lass. Take all of me.”

Ailith had never made love in this manner, her lovemaking with Brant had been only with him on top.

The mechanics of how it would work seemed obvious, yet she wasn’t sure if she was meant to lay upon him or remain upright.

Sensing her confusion, Hendry took her by the hips, lifting her. “Guide me into ye.”

She did as he instructed, and he gently lowered her until he filled her in a completely different way. Her eyes rounded; it was as if he’d grown larger, thicker, fuller.

“Remain like this,” he gasped out. “Place yer hands upon my chest and lift and lower yer body.”

She did as he told her, feeling completely exposed as his hungry eyes took her in. Surprisingly it made her even more aroused.

Lifting and lowering, Ailith soon found the rhythm that suited them, an easy pace, his sex filling her completely.

Soon, although growing weary, she couldn’t stop, the nearing release demanding she continue. She wanted to cry with relief when Hendry took her hips, helping her move. She trembled, almost dreading the explosion that was to come. Then she came, her sex milking his as it tightened around him.

Hendry stroked her where they were joined, sending her into an entirely new release, so extreme, her body spasmed.

Through the haze, she was pulled against his chest as Hendry continued moving in and out of her body, once, twice, and then he too lost control.

Ailith collapsed over him, utterly spent. “I love ye so much.”

Instantly she regretted blurting out the words and prepared herself to be rejected.

If he was to send her away, she would accept it.

She knew she didn’t deserve him.