The gravelly quality of his voice, along with the possessiveness of his tone, smashes through the last of my fear, and my bones turn to liquid. He gains another inch before halting inside me.
“I’m barely inside you, but God, do you feel amazing.”
Sweet tension coils around my thighs, tingles at the bottoms of my feet. I’m nauseous and too hot and aroused all at once, antsy under his ministrations—going mad with impatience at his inaction, despite knowing he’s holding back for my own good.
To give my body time to stretch.
To grow used to the fullness of him in an exit-only space that’s too snug, no matter how slick his cock is—no matter the amount of preparation.
“Please,” I groan. “Don’t draw it out.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, baby. Close your eyes and breathe.”
“I don’t want to.” Nothing can tear me away from the force of his blue eyes, or the beauty of his face as he enters my body for the first time. It’s a painful but exhilarating experience, and I don’t want to miss a moment. “I need to look at you.”
Holding me by the hips, he pushes in another inch, and I can’t stop from grimacing. A bite of my lip holds back a whimper. He sinks in even further, and then he lowers himself against me, chest to chest, his nose lingering inches from mine.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
He pulls out and pushes back in, this time deeper. “Tell me if it hurts too much. The pain should be easier to handle, not worse.”
“It feels—” The word good isn’t sufficient, but my first pain-free cry is a raucous symphony of pleasure.
He cradles my cheek for the next thrust before entwining our hands, his fingers tight around mine as he moves inside me. I’ve never felt so adored, so wanted, so close to another person.
As the final sunbeams of the day disappear, the room dims, cocooning us in shadows of intimacy. Candlelight dances across his broad shoulders, and dark blond hair flops over his forehead as we move together in sweat and need, pain becoming pleasure.
Uncertainty and lack of experience becoming courage.
I tighten my grip on his hands and arch into his rhythm, climbing to a place I didn’t know existed—a place that transcends every erotic moment I’ve treasured until now.
“You okay?” he asks with a grunt, checking on me still, despite the continuous moans and needy whimpers escaping my mouth.
“Uh-huh…don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dare.” Closing his eyes, he drops his forehead against mine, lips spread thin over gritted teeth. “Your body is heaven.”
If my body is heaven, then his is a sexy and sinful hell that tempts the innocent girl right out of me.
Without warning, he pulls out and sits on his haunches, hauling me onto his lap before I can utter a confused objection.
“Wrap your legs around me.” Gripping my ass, he shifts into position and guides me onto his cock again. I groan at the renewed anal intrusion, writhing in the space between pain and pleasure as he traps me in the cage of his embrace.
“You feel so deep,” I say, heels digging into the mattress.
“I am deep, deeper than I thought I’d ever be with you.”
There’s a double meaning somewhere in those words, but I’m too worked up to analyze them. Instinct takes over, and I arch my spine, planting a hand on the mattress behind me for balance, and rock into him.
“Jesus, you’re a natural,” he murmurs, lips warm against the swell of my breasts. “Keep moving like that. You’re driving me fucking wild.”
He’s driving me out of my skin, my bones heavy, tingles traveling the road to ecstasy. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I tilt my pelvis, the gentle rocking motion against his hard abs providing exquisite friction. With each roll of my hips, I climb another step toward impending climax. Letting loose a deep moan, I claw at his shoulder.
“Look at me,” he rasps out, fisting my hair. Our eyes connect, and the tension snaps. Sweet release storms through me, the dam busting wide open. I’m a passenger in his arms, my mouth gaping in soundless cries as I come all over his abdomen.
I haven’t yet descended from the last crest when his muscles tense, and he jerks to a halt inside me. The sight of him in the throes of orgasmic bliss, his head thrown back as he grunts and groans through his release, is an image I want to brand onto my mind forever.
Chapter Seven
I’m close to sleep, snuggled at his side as he plays with my tangled locks. He twirls a braid around a finger, lets it go, then starts all over again. I have no idea what he’s thinking, or feeling, because we’ve barely said two words since we shared the most intimate, mind-blowing experience of my life.
Maybe it’s the quiet, or the flickering candlelight shrouding us in solitude, but after I came down from the adrenaline rush of becoming one with Sebastian Alexander Stone—aka Sexy As Sin—my mind went on its own trip into deceptively calm waters.