Chapter 8

The First Night

Elara swallowed nervously. She knew what was coming, and she wasn't going to change her mind about it.

She knew he wouldn't force her. But she wanted him, and he wanted her. They were also married. Truthfully, she never expected she would remain untouched this long since her wedding.

She snuck a look at him as they entered the elevator leading to his penthouse. Her palms were unusually wet, and she folded them demurely before her. She felt his palm at the small of her back, and the contact sent a shiver through her. She could feel the heat of him through the small contact, and she wondered if he was as nervous as she was.

Sneaking a look at him, she huffed. Obviously not. His face remained impassive through the minute ride in the elevator. Or was it an hour? She thought. It felt so.

They stepped into their home, and Adrian dropped the bags on the counter before grabbing her hand and leading her to their bedroom.

He certainly was in a hurry. Closing the door behind them, he pulled her to him.

Elara let out a gasp. Their eyes locked, and she read the silent question in his eyes. He was asking for her permission. Standing on her tiptoes, she merged her lips with his. She didn't care if they barely knew each other. They had the rest of their lives to get to know each other. She didn't care if everyone called him cold and ruthless. She knew he wasn't. At least not to her. And she also knew there was more to Adrian Wolfe than being a cold, ruthless billionaire. She hoped after today and what they were about to do, things would improve between them and maybe it could even blossom into more.

Sighing, she let her thoughts flow away as she melted into the kiss. She wasn't sure where she left off and where he started. She could only feel.

Their mouths mated in an ancient ritual. She felt his tongue lick the seam of her lips, and with a sigh, she parted her lips for him. As soon as she did, she felt his tongue in her mouth, and she moaned.

Their mouths licked and sucked and glided into a sensual rhythm, and she let out soft gasps and mewling sounds.

She felt his hands cup her buttocks as he lifted her and pressed her against his erection, almost lifting her off the ground.

Her hands wound around his neck, and he let out a groan, which sounded like a growl.

Their lips parted as they gasped for air. Elara felt her lips go weak at the intensity and desire in his eyes. His forest green eyes had turned to a darker hue, and her lips felt swollen.

Carrying her, Adrian walked over to the bed. Their bodies tumbled, and he turned over to take the brunt of the fall. His gaze roamed over her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over in desire, her lips swollen. He felt a wave of male satisfaction at that. Turning them over, he kissed her again, and she welcomed him by readily parting her mouth for him.

God. She was perfection.

His hands roamed her body, and he broke their kiss to make short work of her clothes, leaving her in her bra and panties. Both black.

The contrast of it on her pale skin made him pause, and he swallowed. Her body was perfection. She was slender, and her limbs seemed to go on and on.

Her breasts were neither too full nor too small from what he could see. Leaning down, he captured her mouth in another kiss. "Elara," he groaned out her name as he unclasped her bra. Her breasts spilled out, and he palmed one of them.

Elara gasped and moaned. The feel of his palms on her breast was wonderfully wicked. He stroked and caressed areas that she never even knew were begging for a man's touch. The underside of her breasts, her throat, thighs, the inside of her thigh. All the while avoiding the place she ached for him most.

She was still wearing her panties, and he was still fully dressed, he realized with a frown. She wanted nothing between them. She moved to work at the buttons of his shirt, and he let out a low chuckle.

"Anxious, are we?" But still, he helped her, and soon they were both naked.

She wound one arm around his neck and carried the other on a journey towards his back. Her hands glided over the expanse and ripples of muscles, and she smiled appreciatively. Her husband was wonderfully built.

Once more, his hands trailed down her thigh, beneath her knee, and back up. Only this time, it went higher and touched her. Her hips bucked up, and she moaned. His fingers parted her folds and stroked the tender flesh.

"You like that?" His voice was low, seductive.

She nodded, and he groaned and took her lips again, even as his fingers moved over her wet, aching flesh.

"You are so wet," he rasped.

He slid a finger into her, and she gasped as she felt a wave of pleasure.

His other hand went to her breast, and he fondled it and offered it to himself like an offering.

Elara let out a cry as she felt him tug her nipple into his mouth.

It was too much. His finger glided in and out of her as his thumb rubbed at her cleft. His other hand kneaded, fondled, and touched her other breast while he pleasured the first with his mouth.

Her hands moved over him, and she grabbed his head to kiss him, but he didn't budge. Instead, he slid his finger out of her. She protested with a moan, and suddenly she felt him there. His mouth.

She gasped, "A...Adrian?" She moved to sit up, but he held her down with a hand on her belly.

"Relax. I'll make you feel good." He backed it up with a long lick from her entrance to her cleft, and Elara saw stars. She fell back on the bed and let out a sob. "Oh God. Oh my God. Adrian—it's too much. I... I can't. Please." Her hands dug into his hair, wanting him to stop and never to stop.

His tongue stroked her intimately—a swirl, a lick—and it was oh so wondrous.

Then the pleasure increased, becoming spirals of sensations within her. Her muscles tightened, and she writhed and moaned and thrashed until she wasn't aware of anything but his tongue in her, working its magic. He sucked the little bud into his mouth like a toffee and gently nipped at it.

Her climax, when it came, took her away from the world around her until she was flying, soaring high, and for a moment a white light danced around her vision. And still she felt him there. He licked and sucked until she came down from her high.

Adrian watched her as he crawled back on top of her and kissed her. She tasted her muskiness on his tongue.

Aligning himself at her entrance, he gently entered her.

He groaned. Even though she had just climaxed, she was so tight. He could barely move. He had his suspicions, but now he was sure. She was a virgin, and she would surely hurt. That didn't stop him from feeling a primal satisfaction that he was her first. And last.

Moving gently, he pushed further. Her muscles clamped down on him, and he growled. It felt so good. She felt so good. And right. He would have to apply more force, but he didn't want to hurt her. "Christ, Elara, you are so tight," he murmured, taking her lips, hoping to distract her from the pain that would surely come.

He moved another inch and felt her barrier. He tried moving another inch but felt her flinch before he heard her wince.

Damn it all. He was hurting her. He would have to, but not now. Today was going to be about her pleasure. Pulling out of her, he balanced on his forearm and deepened the kiss.

He fondled her breast and aligned his cock along her cleft. He moved against her, and she moaned.

He moved, creating a steady pace as he kissed her neck, throat, mouth. He felt the tightening of his balls and knew he was going to come soon.

He increased his pace and continued rubbing against her, and when she came, he let himself go. He spilled himself on her belly and felt her convulse around him.

Panting, he rolled over and brought her along with him so her body was on his. His arousal sticking them together. "That was nice," Elara offered.

"Nice?"

She laughed, and he suddenly felt like he would be happy to hear her laughter forever.

"More than nice. That was wonderful."

He grinned. He could do with that. That was the best climax in... forever. He had never reached his peak that fast before. And none of them had matched the intensity at which he did now. And he hadn't even been inside her.

Gathering her up, he entered the bathroom. He quickly washed his seed from both of them and dried her off.

Elara bit her lip. She wondered why he hadn't claimed her fully, and she blushed just thinking of how she was going to ask him. Not just that. He was drying her body. She supposed she shouldn't be shy since he had done more than that.

She remembered how she had shamelessly begged him not to stop, and she turned red.

She raised her eyes to find Adrian watching her, a twinkle in his eyes. In the light of the bathroom, she was able to admire his masterpiece of a body.

His shoulders were broad, and he had muscles in the right places. The hard planes of his stomach. She devoured him with her eyes until she heard him chuckle.

She blushed again, realizing he caught her ogling him. But who could fault her? He really was a fine man.

Adrian carried her out of the bath and laid her on the bed.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

She shook her head. They had stopped by a restaurant during the day, and she found she couldn't stomach anything right now.

He smiled. "Neither am I."

With that, he got on the bed beside her, dimmed the light of the room, and pulled her close.

"Adrian?" she called.

"Hmm?" His hands stroked her back, and she sighed contentedly. She wished she could dampen her curiosity, but she had to ask.

"Why didn't you… I mean why didn't we…?"

"You were too tight, Elara," he cut in. "I would have hurt you if I tried forcing my way. Next time will hurt, but I'll try to make it easier for you."

"Thank you." She smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his chest.

He grunted and pulled her closer, if possible.

"Sleep, Elara."

She nodded, pleased with herself, her husband, and the world around her. He denied himself because of her. She loved this side of him. What he showed to the world was just another part of him. But this side of him—this side of him she could love. Even the possessive, domineering, cold and calculating side of him.

She could fall in love with him. She knew that. And she wondered if that was a bad or good thing.