Twisted Pursuits by Krystal Morrison Page A

responded to him with such sweet abandon and yet there was an air of innocence about her that he could not decipher. She made him feel like a boy on his first time; all he wanted to do was drive into her until the fire in his blood cooled and nothing remained but her. Patience, he told himself, she was a skittish one and he did not want to scare her.
    He leisurely stroked her feminine curves, sliding his finger in the warm flesh between her thighs and she was wet and ready for him. He positioned himself between her thighs and slowly entered her, she was tight and his body trembled with restraint as he stilled; allowing her body to absorb his size.
    She tensed and he caressed her body lightly, “relax baby”, he crooned over and over until he felt her body loosen beneath him.
    He surged forward and she cried out, her nails biting into his shoulders as he felt a thin barrier give way. He glanced at her ashen face, her eyes dulled with pain and his heart fell; he had hurt her.
    She was a virgin! Even though his body knew the truth his mind struggled to accept the fact that such a sensual beauty had not known the touch of a man before him. It took every ounce of his willpower to still inside her to allow the pain to ease as he took her lips tenderly while his hands stroked and soothed her in a way that no words could.
    Apparently she thought he intended to stop as she nudged her hips forward so that his shaft penetrated deeply into her feminine core and he was lost. Everything dissolved into oblivion except the woman beneath him and the hunger coursing through his veins, which had escalated tenfold. Her body gripped him and he moaned in sweet agony and began to move within her.
    He leaned forward to her lips, his tongue seeking hers and when she responded, allowing her tongue to tangle with his; his passion knew no bounds. She wasn’t the only one making discoveries; the way in which his body corresponded to her was shocking. He was plunging wildly into her slick flesh and it was as if his body was his and yet he had no control over it; he was being guided solely by the flames of desire that was threading through him.
    The frenzy inside him built to an all consuming high with each stroke he took into her welcoming softness. He should slow his pace, his brain insisted but his body seemed to have a mind of its own as he pounded into her until the world evaporated and her name fell from his lips as he spilt inside her in blissful release; his sated body collapsing unto hers.
    He must be crushing her he thought as he gentle withdrew from her body sometime later. She grimace and he felt as if someone had punched him in his gut. How could he have been so thoughtless? He did not know what to say so he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. Ignoring her protestation, he carefully wiped the blood from her thighs, returned the washcloth to the bathroom and rejoined her in the bed.
    He gathered her gentle against his chest, placing his lips to her forehead as he stroked her cheeks, her hair and her shoulders with his fingers. Why the hell hadn’t she told him she was a virgin? He would have at least been gentler, more thorough, more.... He was about to voice his thoughts but as he looked at her face he realized she was fast asleep, her breathing even.
    An inexplicable tenderness blossomed inside him at the sight and he kissed her delicately on the lips and allowed himself to drift into peaceful slumber with the fullness of her in his arms and her scent tickling his nostrils.
     
    “HMM”, LAUREN MOANED AS THE cobwebs of sleep cleared from her mind by Jordan’s lips tantalizingly stroking hers; this is something she would be happy to wake up to each   morning.
    “Open your eyes sweetheart”, he whispered against her lips, she blushed as she recalled the startling events of the night before and she felt shy at the thought of facing him.
    He lifted her from the bed and she winced as her aching muscles rebelled;