He released my nipple from the sharp pinch, soothing the pain with gentle brushes of his thumb. Tingles raced from my breast to my clit, gentling my orgasm as I slowly came down from the peak. Little aftershocks shook my thighs, and my tight bud became too sensitive beneath his palm.
“Sebastián,” I whined, trying to wriggle away from him.
“Don’t move,” he growled. “And keep your eyes closed.”
Mercifully, he released me from his torment. Then, I heard his belt buckle rattle. He was getting undressed. And I was naked. We were on my bed.
My muscles tensed with apprehension, but I didn’t defy him. I remained exactly as he’d commanded. Through my mounting anxiety, curiosity nipped me. What would it be like to have that hard length inside me, filling me in the way my body had craved?
He grunted, and his thumb circled my clit again. Painful sparks needled the tender bud, and I tried to twist away.
“No.” Heat slapped my inner thigh, drawing a cry from my chest. “I want another one. You will come for me, Isabel.”
Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes, and I sucked in a shaky breath as I accepted the stinging torment. Through the discomfort, pleasure pulsed back to life, my body responding to his masterful touch. Within seconds, I was panting and writhing beneath him, all thoughts of resistance leaving my mind. My hips lifted as I raced toward another peak…
He spanked my clit, a dozen tiny bee stings making me release a ragged shout.
“Not yet,” he ground out, his voice tight with strain.
He still hadn’t penetrated me, but I could hear a strange, dull slapping sound. Confused, my eyes opened of their own accord. All the air rushed from my lungs at the sight of his handsome features drawn into something hungry and feral. His glittering black gaze was fixed on my sex, completely focused on my most intimate area. And his thick cock was fisted in his hand as he worked toward his own pleasure.
I squeezed my eyes shut before he could see me staring in fascination. I’d never seen a man naked. I’d never known what it felt like to be the object of such intense, erotic focus.
A pleasurable shudder rolled through me, and my clit pulsed beneath his ruthless fingers. He increased his rhythm, and I heard him release a low hiss.
“Now,” he ordered, voice deeper than ever. “Come for me.”
Something hot and wet lashed my belly, and I knew enough to visualize that he was coming on me, marking me. The knowledge awakened something primal in me, and my second release ripped through my body with shocking force. The slick heat gathered on his fingers, and he rubbed it into my clit as he drew out my orgasm.
“All mine,” he snarled, reaching his own peak.
We both came down slowly, gasping for air. I didn’t move from where he’d positioned me. I couldn’t. My limbs were too heavy, my mind languid.
I heard clothes rustling, and soft fabric gently cleaned his seed from my heated skin. I shivered as a little aftershock of pleasure rolled through me at the tender gesture.
His fingers laced with mine, and he carefully pulled my hands free from their grip on the bedpost. I allowed him to handle my body however he wished, too sated and spent to question him. He turned me onto my side and slid the ruined remnants of my dress from under me.
Shock flickered through me when his hard body pressed up against my back, shaping to mine. His corded arm closed around my waist, tucking me close to him. He pulled the covers over us both, and his warm breath ruffled my hair when he blew out a long sigh.
Before I could question his presence in my bed, I sank into peaceful sleep.
I was awakened by a low groan, and corded muscles rippled and flexed around me. My eyes opened to darkness, disoriented. For a few seconds, I couldn’t make sense of where I was. The shadowy outline of my reading nook by the large window was familiar, but the masculine scent that surrounded me was out of place. As was the strong body that jerked and twitched at my back.
Sebastián. My husband was in my bed. Sleeping with me.
Before I could flush at the memory of what we’d done together, he groaned again, a rough sound of pain. I turned in his arms, my sleep-fogged brain still struggling to catch up with what was happening.
When I stirred against him, he grunted and tightened his arms around me. My eyes adjusted to the moonlight peeking through my curtains. Shadows pooled in the furrows around his eyes, and his mouth was a tight line. His jaw worked as he ground his teeth.
The instinct to soothe him overtook me before I could think about my actions. I reached for him, trying to smooth away the wrinkle in his brow.