Emma felt as if her new husband's heated gaze would set her on fire.
He was lying on the bed in a sinful position. Who knew that the straight laced lieutenant had it in him.
His eyes were roaming up and down her form as she glided toward him, wearing nothing but a filmy nightgown that her Aunt Ruby had presented to her for her wedding night.
Emma took in the sight of her husband, dressed only in shirtsleeves and white breeches. She'd never seen a man wearing so little, and it delighted her. She deliberately took her time walking to the bed, hips swaying.
"You're a bloody temptress, you are," said Killian, his voice rough with desire.
She laid a hand on his cheek, stroking the stubble, and then allowing her finger to trail over his lips. "And you love it," she said.
Then he yanked her down on the bed to join him, his lips crashing onto hers. Emma moaned into his mouth as he plundered her with his tongue, eliciting sensations that she'd never felt before.
Killian's hand trailed down her side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She felt him bunch up the filmy fabric of her night gown that did little to conceal what was beneath. His touch was searing her skin. She arched into him, her fingers curling into his dark hair as she deepened their kiss.
"Emma, Emma, Emma," he gasped against her skin, saying her name like a prayer. "I want to see all of you," and he was on his knees, bulling away the nightgown and tossing it aside until she lay bare beneath him. His eyes roamed up and down her form and Emma swore that she would combust as he began to cherish every single inch of her body. Lips, teeth and tongue caressing her most intimate places.
His hand brushed across her center, and she cried out for him, knowing what was to come soon enough.
Her fingers curled into his shirt, roughly yanking the material from the confines of his breeches.
Killian kicked off his breeches and returned to his ministrations, as Emma's tapered fingers traced patterns on his bare back.
"This might hurt, my love, but only for a moment," said Killian.
"I trust you," she said, as he plunged into her, establishing a gentle rhythm for their first time, as she adjusted to the feeling of him inside of her.
The books couldn't capture the sensation, the utter ecstasy, of joining together with another, especially one you loved so completely.
She cried out his name, as her nails dug into her back, her hips rising to meet him with every stroke, until he fell apart in her arms. He kissed her fiercely as he slipped out of her and pulled her back against his chest.
"Did I hurt you," he asked, after a long fe moments of silence.
She smiled at the worry in his voice and shook her head. "You'd never hurt me, Killian."
He kissed her tenderly. "I love you, princess."
"And I love you," she said, kissing him back and whispering "Prince" against his lips.