Gwen watched Greylen remove his trousers, staring at the most incredible male body she’d ever seen. He was at least six feet six and made of solid steel. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he’d kill her. But she did know better, and after years of torturous dreams making love to this man, she was ready for satisfaction. Ready to give herself to the only man she’d ever have. The man she’d waited for her entire life.

She held out her hands, a gesture that must have surprised him, for he smiled, shaking his head. Then he came back to bed and slowly moved over her, the feel of his skin making her sigh as he settled atop her. That feeling of coming home, this had to be it. Covered by her husband’s body—tracing the side of his face as she moved her foot along the length of his calf—she knew she was finally home.

Her husband held his weight on his arms as he looked down at her. He kissed her before leaning back, then encircled her waist and pulled her toward him. He spread her wide and laid the base of his erection completely against her. His eyes closed, and his head fell back—but this time, Gwen hissed. Then her husband began stroking his entire length against her till her cries started anew. Her head moved atop the pillow as her hands pressed the headboard to push herself against him.

“Greylen, please…I need you…please.”

“Shh,” he said, hushing her. “I know, love, almost.” He continued to stroke her, spreading her farther to place the tip of his erection against her innermost folds. Then his fingers rubbed her to another orgasm but seconds away. Her head fell back. She pulsed against him. “Look at me, Gwen. Now.” His command came with such ferocity their eyes locked. He entered her.

He thrust himself completely inside. The resistance of flesh as he entered, the tear of what must have remained of her hymen, took her completely by surprise. Greylen remained motionless, as if waiting for her to adjust to him. He lifted his head. “I’m so sorry, Gwen.” His words were filled with anguish.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, Greylen.” She said the words in such a way, she thought to soothe him. Then she motioned with her hands for him to come to her.

He gently shifted his weight as she untangled her legs and covered her with his body. Then he held her head in his hands, stroking her face with his thumbs. “I didn’t know,” he whispered, shaking his head.

“I didn’t tell you,” she whispered back. “Kiss me again, Greylen. Make love to me, please.”