light flashed behind her eyelids, bright, blinding before she shattered, dusting oblivion with shards of surrender.
Moments later, Belle felt him climb up her body, the head of his manhood dipping into the moisture at the juncture of her thighs.
“I need to be inside you.”
Her eyes fluttered open, her body still in the clouds. Austin’s face looked flushed with restraint, a condom stretched over his straining manhood. She knew this part would hurt, but she felt sure she’d been through worse in her life.
Then again, could having Austin inside her be anything but wonderful?
Lifting her hips, she invited him inside. He slipped further into her channel.
“You’re beautiful, Belle.”
He shoved inside her, the sting of his invasion no more than a pinprick of admittance. Filling her, he seemed to swell inside her, fitting perfectly, forming a unique bond only the two of them could create. With it came a wanton passion, bone-melting heat, like he had lit her narrow canal one match at a time, illuminating her from the inside out.
“Are you okay?”
Nodding, she thought it impossible to feel anything more glorious. “Are you?”
A slight grin flashed on his face. “I will be.”
It made her happy to see him take his own gratification.
Then he moved.
Sliding out of her slow and easy, his length seemed to go on forever as it glided through her thick juices. He slipped back inside, moaning as he increased his tempo, in and out, finding a rhythm that resurrected the need she thought she’d slaked a few minutes before.
It struck her then that they were united, closer than any two people could ever be. The beauty of their lovemaking, the intimate wonder, could never be anything but genuine. This, this… gift was mystic, a connection with another human bonded in complete trust and exposure.
A tear ran down her temple and into her hair. Thank God she’d experienced it before she died.
He pumped into her with renewed vigor, his thrusts growing wild and rough. Climax mushroomed inside her again, deeper, more powerful, as her name tore from his lips, pulling them both into his whirlwind of rapture.
Rolling onto his back, Austin pulled her against his side, his body lax along her length. A sob escaped despite her attempts to stifle it. He jolted awake, twisting to face her.
“Did I hurt you?”
Shaking her head, she shut her eyes, the magnitude of what had just happened hitting her like a blow to the chest. She’d waited until the end of her life to find him, to discover the beauty of human nature.
To love a man.
His thumb caressed her cheek. “Why are you crying?”
Sniffing away her melancholy, she lifted her chin. “I’m just being stupid.”
Frowning, he studied her a moment before laying back and pulling her on top of him. That hint of leather seemed to come with his body, a permanent scent on his skin. He rubbed her back with feather-light strokes, calming her.
“I want to go home and get my sisters’ DNA samples.”
Lazy undertones laced his voice. “Not happening.”
She looked up, her chin resting on his chest. His eyes remained closed.
“Now you think you can tell me what to do?”
He shook his head against the pillow. “No, I’m trying to inject some common sense into the situation. You already said she, whoever she is, will kill you. It’s suicide.”
She turned her cheek back to his chest. “My death is inevitable. I’ve accepted that.”
He bolted upright, her heart racing in genuine panic.
“Well, I haven’t, Belle. I’m not going to let you die. You might as well get that through your thick head.”
His brown eyes glittered with an anger she hadn’t seen in him before. His shoulders seemed to grow before her eyes, his lip curled in hostile derision.
Yet, despite his threat, she knew he based it in an honest truth, an honest intent.
An honest bravery.
She had seen too many fall against the Madam and her timeless arsenal to risk him. Somehow, she had to confiscate the
Moments later, Belle felt him climb up her body, the head of his manhood dipping into the moisture at the juncture of her thighs.
“I need to be inside you.”
Her eyes fluttered open, her body still in the clouds. Austin’s face looked flushed with restraint, a condom stretched over his straining manhood. She knew this part would hurt, but she felt sure she’d been through worse in her life.
Then again, could having Austin inside her be anything but wonderful?
Lifting her hips, she invited him inside. He slipped further into her channel.
“You’re beautiful, Belle.”
He shoved inside her, the sting of his invasion no more than a pinprick of admittance. Filling her, he seemed to swell inside her, fitting perfectly, forming a unique bond only the two of them could create. With it came a wanton passion, bone-melting heat, like he had lit her narrow canal one match at a time, illuminating her from the inside out.
“Are you okay?”
Nodding, she thought it impossible to feel anything more glorious. “Are you?”
A slight grin flashed on his face. “I will be.”
It made her happy to see him take his own gratification.
Then he moved.
Sliding out of her slow and easy, his length seemed to go on forever as it glided through her thick juices. He slipped back inside, moaning as he increased his tempo, in and out, finding a rhythm that resurrected the need she thought she’d slaked a few minutes before.
It struck her then that they were united, closer than any two people could ever be. The beauty of their lovemaking, the intimate wonder, could never be anything but genuine. This, this… gift was mystic, a connection with another human bonded in complete trust and exposure.
A tear ran down her temple and into her hair. Thank God she’d experienced it before she died.
He pumped into her with renewed vigor, his thrusts growing wild and rough. Climax mushroomed inside her again, deeper, more powerful, as her name tore from his lips, pulling them both into his whirlwind of rapture.
Rolling onto his back, Austin pulled her against his side, his body lax along her length. A sob escaped despite her attempts to stifle it. He jolted awake, twisting to face her.
“Did I hurt you?”
Shaking her head, she shut her eyes, the magnitude of what had just happened hitting her like a blow to the chest. She’d waited until the end of her life to find him, to discover the beauty of human nature.
To love a man.
His thumb caressed her cheek. “Why are you crying?”
Sniffing away her melancholy, she lifted her chin. “I’m just being stupid.”
Frowning, he studied her a moment before laying back and pulling her on top of him. That hint of leather seemed to come with his body, a permanent scent on his skin. He rubbed her back with feather-light strokes, calming her.
“I want to go home and get my sisters’ DNA samples.”
Lazy undertones laced his voice. “Not happening.”
She looked up, her chin resting on his chest. His eyes remained closed.
“Now you think you can tell me what to do?”
He shook his head against the pillow. “No, I’m trying to inject some common sense into the situation. You already said she, whoever she is, will kill you. It’s suicide.”
She turned her cheek back to his chest. “My death is inevitable. I’ve accepted that.”
He bolted upright, her heart racing in genuine panic.
“Well, I haven’t, Belle. I’m not going to let you die. You might as well get that through your thick head.”
His brown eyes glittered with an anger she hadn’t seen in him before. His shoulders seemed to grow before her eyes, his lip curled in hostile derision.
Yet, despite his threat, she knew he based it in an honest truth, an honest intent.
An honest bravery.
She had seen too many fall against the Madam and her timeless arsenal to risk him. Somehow, she had to confiscate the
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