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  Agilely he lowered himself to the ground and repositioned her on her back. After he’d spread her legs he knelt in between her thighs, his cock pointing at her clothed vagina as if homing in on its target. While locking gazes, he slipped his fingers in the waist of her garment and lowered it over her hips. She lifted her bottom off the ground to ease the struggle but the garment wouldn’t move past the crease in her thighs. His gaze also lowered and he examined her as if it were the first time he’d seen a woman’s private flesh. But she knew that wasn’t the case. He’d named each part and was too skilled in his finger technique to prove otherwise.

  He inhaled sharply and exhaled a shaky breath through his nostrils. Despite her legs lying flat on the ground, they trembled. He scooted backward, maneuvering her legs closed enough to remove the garment, gliding his fingers softly over her knees, calves, ankles and then feet.

  “That’s a beautiful piece of jewelry,” he said, running his finger across the stones. “Did you make it?”

  “Yes. And one for my sister. They keep us joined together.” She felt so overexposed she wished she had wings like Birmon to cover her head. The only person who’d ever seen her completely nude was her mom, and that being when Wisteria was a little girl. This exposure was nearly her undoing. But Vulcan must have realized it because he lay on top of her, using his body as a blanket, stretching his lower half between her thighs. “I’ll be gentle,” he crooned. “Trust me.”

  She nodded and closed her eyes, trying to temper her nerves while anticipating the initial plunge into her vagina. Instead warm lips latched onto her nipple and began suckling. She moaned, pressing his head to her chest and arching her back, offering her breast completely. A sizzling sensation traipsed down her belly to the center of her thighs. A tiny pulse built in her nipple and in her clitoris as his sucking intensified, pulling and tugging on the sensitive peak.

  He suckled the other breast as earnestly then placed his lips against hers. Even with the absence of his mouth on her nipples they throbbed and pulsed against his bare chest. And then she felt his very large cock rub between her legs. She couldn’t help it, she whimpered.

  “Shhh,” Vulcan soothed. “Not yet. You’re not ready.”

  Physically, yes, she was ready. Everything ached and craved something more but mentally she needed additional coaxing. Because he apparently knew it, it helped to ease her reservations somewhat.

  He reached between her thighs, spread her folds open and situated his cock between the skin. His organ was rock hard yet the condom was smooth, and with slow, even strokes he began sliding it up and down her wet slit with simple, gradual motions. The friction she tolerated from his cock head sliding against her clitoris was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. She groaned and panted as the silky tip nudged the bud during every single languid up-and-down glide through her folds. Each stroke took an amazing amount of time to complete due to his length. They were very long, very appeasing strokes to endure and within a short amount of time, perhaps seconds, her apprehension fizzled and she was mentally prepared to accept him inside her body.

  Tingly sensations raced through her blood along with the heat of Vulcan’s shaky breaths caressing her face. Instinctively she tilted her hips to and fro, heightening the contact.

  It became too much to bear. She needed something more. A craving built deep inside. A craving so severe she would’ve done anything to appease it. Anything.

  He reached between their bodies and placed his cock at her opening. The skin at her vaginal entrance expanded as he nudged the large tip slightly inward and stopped, barely breaching her, but she was no longer scared. She was in a daze where tingles dominated her senses, taking her to a place filled with excitement and allure.

  Removing his hand from between their bodies, he raised her arms above her head and laid them on the soft fur, her elbows pointing outward.

  “Hold my hands, Wisteria,” he breathed into her ear. “Squeeze them if you need to.”

  She nodded while lacing her fingers around his thick knuckles. They were very large and exuded strength. The manner in which he reciprocated the grip indicated a massive amount of possessiveness and she’d never felt so protected in her life. Before she inhaled her next breath he jutted his hips forward, shoving his powerful cock inside her.

  A slight tug accompanied by a quick, sharp tear followed. She stiffened and gasped. Snapping her eyes shut, she squeezed his hands.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, patting his lips all over her face before coming to rest alongside her ear. “It’s okay,” he soothed, his hair falling forward, whisking her cheek. “It’s okay. It’s over. No more pain.”

  She hadn’t experienced pain, not as she’d fearfully anticipated. The plunge actually shocked her more than it hurt because it was accompanied by a snug fullness she couldn’t comprehend. To feel so stuffed was… She’d never realized the amount of nerves hidden inside her and as she lay completely still, her insides constricting around his shaft, every single one came alive at that exact moment. Not only did she yearn for something more but what she’d thought was an exclusive passage for a man’s pleasure turned out to be a pleasure for her as well. How could making love elicit so many exciting sensations?

  “Wisteria?”

  “I’m okay,” she replied through a breathless sigh. Was it over? Was he done? She hoped not because even though wonderful things were happening, something appeared to be missing. “Are you finished already?” She opened her eyes to see a genuine smile emerge, brightening his shadowed features.

  “Do you hope I’m finished?”

  She bit down on her lower lip and shook her head.

  “Good, because I haven’t even started.”

  Ever so slowly he began to withdraw his cock. Her vaginal walls closed only to blossom when he reinserted his rod. He worked each stroke differently, rolling his hips during one then slithering straight forward upon the next. During each gentle motion he slipped a little deeper until he dead-ended into something inside her and stopped. “Vulcan, it doesn’t fit,” she said through a labored breath.

  “We’ll make it fit,” he replied right before he planted a gentle kiss to her lips. “It’s your cervix. It’s forgiving.”

  He slid his hand beneath her thighs and maneuvered her knees to the outside of her waist. When both rested at her sides she grabbed her kneecaps and held them in place, unbelievably deepening his penetration where he slipped completely inside. The position opened an entirely new realm of sensations and nerves. They caressed his soft skin with each glide inside her. The constant friction ignited sparks. Sparks of desire. Her hunger peaked. She moaned and closed her eyes, focusing on the exquisite feelings. How could she have ever suspected something so wonderful would hurt?

  She gasped as his thick shaft nudged her cervix then withdrew, then rolled forward into place. Instinctively she rocked her hips in contrast to his, trying to force him impossibly deeper. Passion and pressure built in her tummy and chest. She needed more than he was giving to make the force burst. She’d brought herself to this point with her fingers and remembered the fascinating outcome very well. This was much more intense and unless he increased his pace she wouldn’t reach the magical ending. “Vulcan, go faster. Don’t be afraid. You won’t hurt me. I swear,” she whimpered. She opened her eyes. She needed to see his reaction. She just had to.

  Sweat bathed his brows, his jaw was firm and his heavy breaths sliced the air. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  He captured her gaze, his lids narrowed, features tensed and he languidly slid his cock in and then just as slowly pulled it out. “Stop me if I hurt you.”

  She doubted that would happen but she’d agree so he wouldn’t reconsider. Nodding once more, she laid her palm on his face and glided her thumb across his bottom lip. “I will.”

  All at once his hips gained momentum and he increased the speed and depth of the strokes. One after another pounded inside her. Deeper. Faster. She was so wet he slid eas
ily despite his size. “Ahh, just like that,” she whimpered, rocking her bottom to his pace.

  She licked her lips while slapping her hands on his rear end and squeezing his flexed cheeks, pressing him tighter between her thighs. The friction caused sparks, like rubbing sticks together when starting a fire, and, mercy, she was burning. Then suddenly the pressure rushing through her blood erupted, washing over her like a powerful wave. A brilliant, colorful haze hovered in the wake and her mind seemed to detach. “Vulcan!” she cried, her body trembling, overcome by shattering prickles.

  Her belly jerked and her insides contracted, squeezing his cock. His long strokes turned into short, quick jabs despite her inner walls clutching him, trying to pull him deep. He tilted his head back and he groaned, shoving his shaft in her to the hilt, spreading her wide.

  She threw her arms around his back, holding him tightly, digging her nails into his skin. She refused to let go, even when he brought his lips to hers and kissed her tenderly, brushing his thumbs along her temples until the very last tremor rolled through her limbs.

  A subtle smile brightened his shadowed expression, followed by a tender kiss to her brow. “Are you all right?”

  Yes, better than all right. She survived an act she’d feared the moment she’d been captured and brought to his home.

  Dragging her bottom lip between her teeth, she nodded. Having given herself freely to a man who treated her kindly, and who, by the look in his eyes, adored her, had made a difference for her first time. What might have happened with Sledge…she couldn’t think about. She didn’t want to steal attention from Vulcan, who remained on top of her yet held his weight in such a way he seemingly appeared as light as a feather.

  Tonight she realized her life had been bridled with misconceptions. One of the Barbarians she’d feared had shared in the best experience of her life and had taken her beyond her expectations with his gentle hands and body. With his gaze now roaming her facial features and cock still embedded inside her, she wasn’t sure she wanted to live another day without him. Maybe one day he’d feel the same and would agree to give her babies.

  “What are you thinking, Wisteria?”

  “Nothing really.” She released her hold on his back and brushed long strands of hair from his face, tucking them behind his ears. “I’m just reliving what we shared.”

  “It’s a beautiful thing.”

  More than she’d ever imagined. “Yes, but the moonlight hasn’t yet faded to sunlight.”

  He patted his lips to hers then smiled. “Nor am I finished with you,” he whispered, pressing his hips forward, forcing his flaccid cock deeper. “A man needs a few moments to regroup.”

  Even as he spoke, his shaft began to harden, stretching her vaginal walls while expanding toward her cervix. Feeling him grow deep inside her was the most incredible sensation.

  He kissed each brow at the sound of her soft moans. His lips, warm and enticing, made a path to her ear then lower to her throat where he buried his face.

  “Tell me when daylight arrives, Wisteria.”

  Chapter Eight

  Vulcan lifted himself off Wisteria and lay on his back beside her. His arms grew numb from bearing his weight for such a long period of time. If he wasn’t worried they’d collapse and he’d crush her, he wouldn’t have moved.

  Exhaustion obviously robbed her of strength because she hadn’t flinched when he rolled off.

  He lay there a moment, clenching and unclenching his fists, drawing blood to his fingers. It’d been awhile since his hands had such an extensive workout.

  “Are you all right, Wisteria?” He sat up then leaned forward, placing his lips on her forehead.

  “Mm-hmm.”

  The subtle tone came through as a sigh of contentment. A satisfied purr. Grinning, he stood and stepped into the loincloth. He’d rather lie with her but he needed to take a walk outside.

  Sensing her eyes on his backside, he glanced over his shoulder while adjusting the loincloth at his waist. She lay motionless, her skin glowing from the aftereffects of their lovemaking. Her lids were swollen in a sultry mix of passion and fatigue. Those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes were a reflection of the sky. They sparkled with an abundance of life and discovery. When she stretched, arching her back and rubbing her bottom into the fur, his cock twitched but it was too soon to take her again. She’d reached her limitations. The woman needed sleep.

  Her body was spent, possibly sore and definitely swollen from overuse. She’d endured more than she should have during her first sexual encounter. Fact was he couldn’t keep his damn hands off her. Nor had she seemed to mind.

  The short periods in between couldn’t have been considered a break, because when not penetrating her with his cock he’d penetrated her with his fingers. They’d made love for hours with no lapse in time.

  He glanced through the ventilation opening in the roof. The sky had turned to a light shade of gray, indicating that within the hour the moonlight would have completely faded to sunlight, proving he’d almost reached his goal.

  He walked across the hut to the corner where he kept an abundance of supplies in a wicker crate. He glanced at the little creature still asleep in the pen before he retrieved a small cloth from a stack of numerous-sized pelts. He then held it beneath the waterfall streaming from the back wall until it became saturated. He twisted it, removing the excess water, then approached Wisteria and squatted near her outer knee.

  Her gaze wavered over his face as he, with a tender hand, spread her legs. “This is going to be cold,” he said as he cleansed the body fluids from her inner thighs. Surprisingly she didn’t flinch. Nor did she recoil when he pressed the cloth against her delicate flesh and held it in place.

  Instead her eyes closed and she gasped, the sound barely a pitch higher than the flutter of a breath. “Hold me,” she said, her voice a whisper.

  If he hadn’t been brushing his gaze along her beautiful features, he wouldn’t have known she spoke.

  “Shhh,” he said as he lay on top of her. He placed his hand on the side of her face and began caressing her brow with his thumb from one end to the other. “Shhh,” he soothed as she began relaxing. During each featherlight stroke, her shoulders faded into the fur hide.

  She sighed just before her lips slightly parted and her breathing deepened. “I’m not…”

  Her words slipped away, along with her body, into slumber.

  He rolled off her onto his side and watched her eyes dance beneath her lids. He brushed his fingers across the tender flesh. She had such soft skin. Firm but soft. Slight definition stretched from her rib cage to lower abdomen. He’d discovered those contours during the night, for he’d left not a single inch of her untouched. He’d found her sensitive areas, ticklish spots and a small section at the very base of her neck near her clavicle that fully unleashed her inhibitions.

  Glancing at her now, he couldn’t fathom how torn her belly and thighs were when he’d ridden into camp holding her on his lap. It was harder to fathom why he hadn’t killed the bastard who’d beaten her. Three cracks of a whip were three too many. When he slammed the lug into the tree he meant it as a warning. Now he wished he would’ve acted more aggressively and disabled him permanently.

  Vulcan would never forget her screams. He’d been in the immediate vicinity with three tribal groups, searching the land for evidence of the quakes. Without a doubt he knew the cries of pain belonged to Wisteria. After he’d charged in and saw her strung between those trees he tasted blood. Damn him for not killing the bastard. The only thing on Vulcan’s mind—carry her to safety.

  If he hadn’t personally watched the creature heal her wounds he would’ve never believed it possible. What kind of powers did the animal possess? Why had it attached itself to Wisteria? She might have found it but that wasn’t reason enough to hunt her down and make itself at home.

  She murmured and rolled onto her side, tucking both hands beneath her cheek. “Vulcan?” she said softly, curling her knees to her chest.r />
  He placed his hand on the side of her face and caressed her cheekbone. “I’m here,” he replied although he knew she’d called to him in her sleep.

  “Ack.”

  He glanced over his shoulder at the pen and saw the creature’s eyes peeking over the wall. It hadn’t stood that tall last night when he’d built the small enclosure. Be damned, it had grown at least an entire head taller.

  Vulcan grinned while taking a stance. “I’m not hurting her. Now hush before you wake her up.”

  Its head tilted side to side. Its mouth opened. As if it understood, it offered a subdued, “Aaaccckk.”

  “You got something to say?” Vulcan approached the pen and lifted the little Birmon to eye level. “She got it right. You look half bird, half monster.”

  It blinked.

  So did Vulcan because he swore the bat-winged, long-tailed, spiked-spined creature grinned.

  Lack of sleep, perhaps?

  Spike. It seemed a more appropriate name. A more masculine name too for an animal bound to grow who knew how big.

  Vulcan set him on the ground and headed toward the entrance. When he reached the leather flap he pulled it aside and spun around. The creature remained right where he’d been placed. “Come on, Spike,” he said, nudging his head outside. “Let’s find something to eat.”

  Still the animal didn’t move.

  “His name is Birmon,” Wisteria mumbled.

  Vulcan peered over his shoulder. She was rolling herself in the fur and settled on her hip, the back side of her head facing the doorway.

  “He looks more like a Spike,” he insisted.

  “He’s a Birmon.”

  Fine. He wasn’t about to argue with a semi-sleeping woman. They were difficult enough to disagree with when awake.

  Vulcan nudged his head a second time. “Come on, Birmon.”

  The little guy flapped his wings and darted across the hut, falling snout first into the ground.