Dark Lover (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #1)

by J.R. Ward

And when he moved his fingers, sliding into her, her own body responded, and she could feel him getting even more turned on. Each kiss, each caress, every lick and shiver, was magnified. Wrath forced them to take it slowly. When she would have straddled him, he put her on her back and pleasured her even though his own body was raging for a release. He was so gentle with her, so loving. Finally, he was poised over her open thighs, his great arms supporting his weight above her. His long dark hair fell around her, mingling with her own. “I wish I could see your face clearly,” he said, frowning as if trying to focus his eyes. “Just once, I wish…” She put her hands on his cheeks, feeling the rough stubble of his beard growth. “I’ll tell you what you’d see,” she murmured. “I love you. That’s what you’d see.” He closed his eyes and smiled. The expression transformed his face. He glowed. “Ah, leelan, you please me no end.” He kissed her. And slowly entered her body with his. When he had filled her, stretched her out, joined them completely, he became still. He spoke in his language and then hers. The “I love you, wife” made her beam back at him.