filtered through her mind. She hoped to find out.
With a slow practiced stroke, he inched into her, then stopped as the first pang of pain radiated inside. She released her breath, allowing her body to adjust to him, allowing the pain to shift into something else. It did, and she took in a ragged breath.
Leaning forward, he pushed a little more of himself into her. She reached up and gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers in. “I won’t break. I promise.”
Clamping his eyes shut, he fell forward and drove the rest of the way into her. More pain flared up her thighs and over her belly. But the moment Sebastian started to move inside her, the pain receded, and only pleasure washed through her.
She wrapped her arms around him as he took her. He found her mouth and kissed her hard. For every stroke of his tongue he matched it with each stroke inside her core. Hooking her legs over his hips, she arched up to meet him.
He buried his hands in her hair as he drove into her, taking her to the edge. “My Drea,” he panted into her ear. “My beautiful girl.” Then buried himself deep, to her womb.
Crying out, she raked her nails over his back. A different type of warmth radiated over her, from her, from him. It was a sensation she didn’t understand. It reminded her of the magic she’d seen him do. Like green wildfire, it encompassed their bodies.
Writhing underneath Sebastian’s powerful form, Drea sensed she was near the verge. She could hardly breathe, she could hardly think. She could only feel. Every nerve ending in her body fired, every cell seemed to explode, every muscle clenched.
With every drag and pull, each thrust, she drew closer and closer, until finally everything around her exploded into feelings she couldn’t name. Squeezing her eyes shut, Drea screamed as she came for the first time in her life.
“Oh, Sebastian,” she cried as she squeezed her legs around him, milking him, trying desperately to hang on as her orgasm took control.
Gripping her tight around the shoulders, Sebastian pumped once, then twice, then slammed into her and, burying his face into her neck, he came. She felt every powerful surge as he emptied himself inside her.
She didn’t know how long it was before she could think, let alone move. Breathing hard, she ran a hand up and down Sebastian’s back, enjoying the feel of his sweaty skin. He groaned, then lifted himself off her to roll onto his back. His arm was over his face and he groaned again.
With her breath mimicking his, she whispered, “Is it always like this?”
Removing his arm, Sebastian glanced at her and smiled. He tugged on her, drawing her close into the crook of his arm. Once there, he stroked her arm with his fingers, then found her mouth with his. He kissed her so thoroughly that it made her toes curl all over again.
“I don’t know, as I’ve never felt this way before.”
She raised her hand to play with the hair on his chest. Her arm felt leaden and she giggled at the tingles in her muscles. “Although I’m tired, I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before.”
Sebastian kissed the tip of her nose. “As do I.”
Yawning, Drea snuggled in closer. It felt right being here with him. But she knew it couldn’t last. He was determined to go home. She couldn’t blame him, not really. If their positions had been reversed, she knew she’d do whatever was necessary to get back to her village, to her father.
She was about to tell him how happy she was, when he stiffened underneath her.
Chapter Eleven
He covered her mouth with his hand. “Shh.” She struggled against him but he held her firm. “I heard something in the other room.”
Drea stopped struggling and he took his hand away from her mouth. Despite the imminent danger, he was acutely aware of her body pressed to his. The wildflower scent she always carried on her skin and hair. The light sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her dainty nose. And—most affecting—the firm swell
With a slow practiced stroke, he inched into her, then stopped as the first pang of pain radiated inside. She released her breath, allowing her body to adjust to him, allowing the pain to shift into something else. It did, and she took in a ragged breath.
Leaning forward, he pushed a little more of himself into her. She reached up and gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers in. “I won’t break. I promise.”
Clamping his eyes shut, he fell forward and drove the rest of the way into her. More pain flared up her thighs and over her belly. But the moment Sebastian started to move inside her, the pain receded, and only pleasure washed through her.
She wrapped her arms around him as he took her. He found her mouth and kissed her hard. For every stroke of his tongue he matched it with each stroke inside her core. Hooking her legs over his hips, she arched up to meet him.
He buried his hands in her hair as he drove into her, taking her to the edge. “My Drea,” he panted into her ear. “My beautiful girl.” Then buried himself deep, to her womb.
Crying out, she raked her nails over his back. A different type of warmth radiated over her, from her, from him. It was a sensation she didn’t understand. It reminded her of the magic she’d seen him do. Like green wildfire, it encompassed their bodies.
Writhing underneath Sebastian’s powerful form, Drea sensed she was near the verge. She could hardly breathe, she could hardly think. She could only feel. Every nerve ending in her body fired, every cell seemed to explode, every muscle clenched.
With every drag and pull, each thrust, she drew closer and closer, until finally everything around her exploded into feelings she couldn’t name. Squeezing her eyes shut, Drea screamed as she came for the first time in her life.
“Oh, Sebastian,” she cried as she squeezed her legs around him, milking him, trying desperately to hang on as her orgasm took control.
Gripping her tight around the shoulders, Sebastian pumped once, then twice, then slammed into her and, burying his face into her neck, he came. She felt every powerful surge as he emptied himself inside her.
She didn’t know how long it was before she could think, let alone move. Breathing hard, she ran a hand up and down Sebastian’s back, enjoying the feel of his sweaty skin. He groaned, then lifted himself off her to roll onto his back. His arm was over his face and he groaned again.
With her breath mimicking his, she whispered, “Is it always like this?”
Removing his arm, Sebastian glanced at her and smiled. He tugged on her, drawing her close into the crook of his arm. Once there, he stroked her arm with his fingers, then found her mouth with his. He kissed her so thoroughly that it made her toes curl all over again.
“I don’t know, as I’ve never felt this way before.”
She raised her hand to play with the hair on his chest. Her arm felt leaden and she giggled at the tingles in her muscles. “Although I’m tired, I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before.”
Sebastian kissed the tip of her nose. “As do I.”
Yawning, Drea snuggled in closer. It felt right being here with him. But she knew it couldn’t last. He was determined to go home. She couldn’t blame him, not really. If their positions had been reversed, she knew she’d do whatever was necessary to get back to her village, to her father.
She was about to tell him how happy she was, when he stiffened underneath her.
Chapter Eleven
He covered her mouth with his hand. “Shh.” She struggled against him but he held her firm. “I heard something in the other room.”
Drea stopped struggling and he took his hand away from her mouth. Despite the imminent danger, he was acutely aware of her body pressed to his. The wildflower scent she always carried on her skin and hair. The light sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her dainty nose. And—most affecting—the firm swell
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