She moaned as he thrust deeper, finally reaching the barrier to her womanhood and discarding it easily. Her face squeezed for a moment in obvious pain and Will swore softly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her ear.
“Don’t. I’m fine.” She bit down on her lip, waiting for the discomfort to subside. It did, and quickly. So quickly that Lilah wondered what on earth she’d spent her life waiting for.
Pleasure soaked through her. As her muscles squeezed tight around his length and he began to massage every single nerve fibre in her most feminine core, delight and sexual fulfillment oozed through her. “This is perfect,” she assured him, as wave after wave of desire flooded her system.
He couldn’t speak. His possession of her was absolute. He had taken her virginity; he would always be her first. But she had marked him in some way too. Something raw and vulnerable was being ripped open. He felt exposed and complete.
He pushed the analysis aside; there would be time to think later, as she’d said. In that moment, he wanted only to feel. He moved slowly, watching her to discover what pleased her most. He felt the moment her sanity began to break away. The pleasure was becoming terrifying to her and he kissed her deeply as an orgasm ripped through the cosmos of her being.
“It’s too much,” she sobbed and he kissed her still, tasting the saltiness of her tears and the sweetness of her mouth.
“It’s just enough for you.” He held her until her breathing began to return to normal, and then he began to stoke her fires once more, pushing renewed delight into her body.
“Will!” She dug her nails into his back and dragged them over his flesh, scoring marks of possession in line with his spine.
“I know.”
His own control was waning. He didn’t know how he’d held on as long as he had. But he didn’t want it to be over. He doubted he would ever have his fill of this woman.
He thrust into her hard and she bucked against him in response, crying out as her orgasm began to devour her. He made a sound of surrender and finally spilled himself into her, pulsing and throbbing into the sweet embrace of her warmth.
He collapsed on top of her for a moment, their breath mingling as their limbs tangled and their moment of sensual insanity ebbed away into the cold recesses of the cabin.
“Wow.”
A smile etched across his face as he pushed onto his elbows. “How do you feel?”
She was so beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled. “Just … wow.”
He laughed. “Stay here.”
“Don’t even think about leaving me.”
But he did. He slowly pulled himself from her, mistaking her wince for a look of pain. “I hurt you.”
“No.” She bit down on her lip. “I just feel so empty without …”
He felt as though someone was compressing his chest. “I’ll be back.”
Now Lilah laughed. “Like The Terminator?”
He nodded. “Exactly.”
She watched his progress as he crossed the cabin then collapsed back against the pillows. Her breathing was still forced. She stared at the ceiling. There were just timber beams that formed the shape of the roof. Her eyes followed the lines, wondering about the men who’d built this place briefly, before her attention was pulled sharply back to the reality of what they’d just done.
It had been amazing.
Far more perfect than she could ever have anticipated.
And though she had no benchmark, she doubted that her first time would have been as special with any other man.
There was something about Will, and this rustic cabin amplified his raw appeal. Her cheeks hurt from smiling. She stood, gingerly, her body still buzzing with beautiful feelings of pleasure and satisfaction, and tiptoed through the cabin.
She peered around the bathroom door, and the sight that greeted her caused her heart to swell unbearably. Will was crouching down, lighting perhaps the tenth candle in the bathroom, singing softly under his breath. And a blessed bath was running. The water was steaming against the frigid air.
“You have a beautiful voice.”