HeartsAflameCollectionV by Melissa F. Hart Page A

in her hands, tangling her fingers in his hair.
    There was something tender about the way he kissed
her hips and her legs, and though his hands ghosted over the hair of her legs,
he only planted the softest kiss there before moving on. She squirmed when his
mouth ended up on the ticklish part behind her knees, but she sighed when he
laved his tongue over the bump of her heel and the curve of her foot.
    Slowly he worked his way back up, and somewhere in
that timeless while, she could feel herself grow wet and wanting. It had been
so long, and she felt like a different person now. Some trace of her unease
must have shown on her face, because he reached up to stroke her face.
    “ It doesn't matter,” he started to say. “We can stop
if you want, we don't need to...”
    Hearing his concern tore at her heart, and she
shook her head against the tears that stung her eyes. “ No, no, it is only that I want you so much...”
    His smile was sweet and gentle, and he leaned up to
place another kiss on her lips. “ I want you like I want food and fire,”
he whispered. “This is coming home.”
    He settled beside her, and though she could feel
his cock against her hip, there was no haste in his motions at all.
    Instead, he swept his hand between her legs,
stroking gently until they parted for him, and then he traced his fingertips
long her damp slit. He circled her clit slowly, making her hips roll with
desire, and then he pressed a finger inside.
    She flinched, and he halted, a look of concern on
his face.
    “ No, it's just... it's been a while. Go slow?”
    “ As slow as you like,” he promised
    With gentle rocking motions and an infinite
patience, he eased a finger inside her. Even that felt like a stretch, and Tara
concentrated on looking into Mads ' eyes as he opened
her.
    “ There,” he whispered. “That's what you want, isn't
it?”
    “ Yes, oh yes...”
    He held his hand still while he kissed her, and
then he was edging a second finger in. It went easier than the first hand, and
the third went more easily still. He was thrusting his fingers into her slowly
and steadily, and before she knew it, she was frantic for more.
    “ Please?” she asked plaintively. “Please now?”
    “ You're tight, it might hurt you...”
    Tara shook her head violently. “ I don't care. I don't. All that matters to me right
now is being with you. Please, Mads ?”
    He searched her face, and then he nodded.
    Instead of coming over her as she expected, he lay
down beside her and lifted her up instead. With that quick savage strength that
had protected her so well, he set her straddled on top of him, and pressed flat
between their bodies was his cock.
    “ Put it in,” he whispered. “I want to know you want
it.”
    Biting her lip, Tara reached down and stroked her
hand around his cock a few times. It was achingly hard, and there was already a
trickle of dampness from the tip. It was broader than she remembered, and she
knew that he would stretch her.
    Just the tip was enough to make her gasp, and she
rocked for a moment, easing herself down further.
    “ Don't make it hurt you,” Mads said. “I couldn't take that.”
    She couldn't tell him that the slight ache and
sting only intensified the pleasure. She loved how large he was, how she could
barely take him, and the slow slide onto him made her faint with the sensations
it brought.
    Finally, she pressed herself down on top of him
with one quick thrust, making both of them cry out. This feeling of completion,
of unity was what she had been missing for the past year, and she wanted to
weep with how perfect it was.
    Mads ' hands came up around her hips, holding her
steady, and his body rolled underneath her.
    “ Yes?” he asked through gritted teeth, and she
nodded wildly.
    That was all the permission he needed to lift her
nearly entirely off of him and to bring her down again. The long slow stroke
pushed the pleasure inside her up to a fever pitch, and she writhed in his
grasp, wanting