Circle Eight: Vaughn by Emma Lang Read Free Book Online Page A

however, was theirs.
    “What happens now?” She lifted her chin and his mouth found her neck. Sweet kisses landed on her skin and she sighed with pleasure.
    “This is your first time?” He moved to the other side of her neck.
    “Yes.” There was no need to prevaricate. It wasn’t in her bones to do so.
    “Then you will tell me what you want, what you like and what you don’t want. We will only do what you feel comfortable with.” He cupped her face and looked into her eyes. “Ellie of the sea-storm eyes. You have such passion in you.”
    She didn’t necessarily agree with him but she wouldn’t disagree. Right about then, she was overcome with passion, swimming in it.
    “I like kissing.”
    He chuckled and kissed her. “Me too. How about I get out of this water before it gets cold?”
    Elizabeth shook with the force of her body’s reaction. Vaughn had given her the power to stop what they were doing. She should walk away and cease this madness. Yet she didn’t. Perhaps she couldn’t. She definitely didn’t want to.
    She held his hands while he got to his feet, her gaze straying to his hard cock. He was beautifully made and she’d seen him flaccid multiple times. Fully aroused, he was magnificent, a man sculpted like a statue of marble. She used the towel to dry him and then helped him out of the tub.
    “Will you lie with me, Ellie?” His playfulness had faded, replaced by a sensuality she could almost feel in the air.
    Her heart hammered hard enough to make her ears hurt. She’d never been more scared or more excited in her life.
    “Yes, I reckon I want to.” Shy and uncertain, she waited for him to guide her.
    He lay on the bed and she couldn’t look away from the sight. Like a buffet of the most decadent desserts, he was hers for the taking.
    “Take off your clothes, Ellie.”
    That would make sense since she figured folks didn’t mate with them on. If they did, they were missing out on the fun. She unbuttoned her dress and slipped it off, followed by her boots and socks. The last garment was her cotton chemise. He raised one brow and waited, patient and aroused.
    Elizabeth managed to pull off the chemise without too much hesitation. His gaze swept her body and she wanted to cover herself again. When her hands crept toward her breasts, he made a noise.
    “Please don’t. You’re so very lovely, perfectly made.”
    Her nipples popped at his husky compliment. She had never considered herself beautiful. At that moment, she felt beautiful.
    “Now please come here and straddle me. We will go as slow as you like.”
    Elizabeth didn’t quite understand how the mating would work if he was on the bottom, but she assumed his cock would fit into her pussy no matter the angle. She shuffled to the bed and knelt on the edge, swinging her leg over his hips. Her own heat was dangerously close to his staff, which twitched and appeared to reach toward her.
    “I can smell you.” He touched her thigh, running it higher, close to her pulsing core. “You’re aroused, which is amazing. You’re so full of passion.”
    She wanted him to touch her, ached for him to touch her. He obliged, his callused fingers running through her dewy folds. She sighed and he rubbed the nubbin she had discovered when she was a young teenager. However, her own hand never brought her the level of pleasure his did.
    Elizabeth closed her eyes and let him explore. She pressed her hands against his chest and leaned forward. When his mouth closed around her nipple, she gasped, her body clenched.
    “I didn’t know that was allowed.”
    He chuckled against her skin. “Anything you want is allowed.”
    “That’s good to know.” She leaned into his touch, eager to experience all he taught. He sucked, nibbled and licked her nipple, then the other. All the while his hand continued to bring sweet heat to her pussy.
    Her body wound up tight, impossibly tight. One more stroke, two more, three more. Her release exploded through her, setting her