the bed and ruthlessly drove her. Until she arched up to meet him again and again, crying out his name, her whole body trembling. Until she came and came and came.
Until she absolutely could not come anymore.
Until she couldn’t move.
Having fallen back to the bed, she lay panting, her body covered in fast cooling sweat.
And she had no idea how many times she’d come. Numbers and pleasure did not seem to be compatible to her brain.
However, he hadn’t come. His harsh breaths sounded against her ear, his cock hard and pulsing within her. His scent, his taste, the feel of his weight upon her, it was so all-consuming.
For the first time, she had a true notion of what it meant to be taken. To be possessed.
This was what it meant to have a lover .
All the other times, all the other men had been something a little less.
She’d craved this and not known it. Had been dying inside for want of this and not realized it.
He wrapped her hair around his hand twice, held her head up and kissed her with such ardor it felt like he was sucking her breath away.
“I don’t think I can get enough of you.” His voice was charged with passion and somehow, she’d no idea where, it wrung an instant heated response from her. She wanted more of him, needed more him as if she’d never had him.
She ached inside so badly. Ached to be closer to him, as close as possible. To be totally possessed by him. To have some part of him that would become part of her and could never, ever be taken from her.
“Come inside me this time.” The words sprung from deep inside her, shocking her. Making her heart pound with mouth-drying excitement.
But, dear God, yes, she’d never needed anything more.
“Are you sure, darling?” He caressed the hair off her forehead. He took her hand, kissed it, then pressed it to his cheek. His eyes shone like silver stars.
“I am.” She panted with desire. “Just this once. Mark me, claim me. Inside.”
His face sharpened and he withdrew.
The loss of his hardness, his heat, made her gasp.
“Roll over,” he said, huskily.
Dizzy with anticipation, she rolled over, pulled herself up on her knees. He slapped her buttock once, again harder, and the sound cracked in the chamber. Then he thrust inside her and she arched backwards to take him in, pushing against him until his cock touched the mouth of her womb. He groaned. Her hair brushed her back as he swept it aside. His hand encircled her throat, his breath tickled her nape.
“Beth, oh Beth—I am going to fill you full of myself.” He nipped lightly at her neck. “I’ve come inside no other woman in eighteen years.”
The possessive timbre of his voice made her catch her breath.
He gave a harsh shout and his whole body shook against hers. His cock jerked within her. And he had not withdrawn. He was filling her full of himself, claiming her. Just as he had promised. Her internal muscles clamped down and she bent her head all the way down, stuffed her face into the pillow and screamed.
Her legs collapsed a moment before he fell against her back. Cold air hit her neck as he lifted her damp hair away. His lips touched her neck.
“Damn, Beth, damn.” He lightly nipped her flesh. “Oh, damn.”
* * * *
At the washstand mirror, Beth ran a final smoothing hand over the coiled braid at the back of her neck. Raw soreness throbbed between her legs, an oddly satisfying reminder of the evening. Her body was limp. Weak.
She felt weaker yet with shock at her own actions. Despite her attempts to clean up, warm, viscous wetness still seeped from her channel. A decidedly sensual, and again, satisfying sensation.
Dear heavens! She’d never before allowed a man to come inside of her. She had always demanded they pull out. She’d certainly never begged a man to do otherwise. But in her heart, she couldn’t be sorry. She was his. In the most basic way.
But all right, this had been the last time. And her courses were due to come within the next day
Until she absolutely could not come anymore.
Until she couldn’t move.
Having fallen back to the bed, she lay panting, her body covered in fast cooling sweat.
And she had no idea how many times she’d come. Numbers and pleasure did not seem to be compatible to her brain.
However, he hadn’t come. His harsh breaths sounded against her ear, his cock hard and pulsing within her. His scent, his taste, the feel of his weight upon her, it was so all-consuming.
For the first time, she had a true notion of what it meant to be taken. To be possessed.
This was what it meant to have a lover .
All the other times, all the other men had been something a little less.
She’d craved this and not known it. Had been dying inside for want of this and not realized it.
He wrapped her hair around his hand twice, held her head up and kissed her with such ardor it felt like he was sucking her breath away.
“I don’t think I can get enough of you.” His voice was charged with passion and somehow, she’d no idea where, it wrung an instant heated response from her. She wanted more of him, needed more him as if she’d never had him.
She ached inside so badly. Ached to be closer to him, as close as possible. To be totally possessed by him. To have some part of him that would become part of her and could never, ever be taken from her.
“Come inside me this time.” The words sprung from deep inside her, shocking her. Making her heart pound with mouth-drying excitement.
But, dear God, yes, she’d never needed anything more.
“Are you sure, darling?” He caressed the hair off her forehead. He took her hand, kissed it, then pressed it to his cheek. His eyes shone like silver stars.
“I am.” She panted with desire. “Just this once. Mark me, claim me. Inside.”
His face sharpened and he withdrew.
The loss of his hardness, his heat, made her gasp.
“Roll over,” he said, huskily.
Dizzy with anticipation, she rolled over, pulled herself up on her knees. He slapped her buttock once, again harder, and the sound cracked in the chamber. Then he thrust inside her and she arched backwards to take him in, pushing against him until his cock touched the mouth of her womb. He groaned. Her hair brushed her back as he swept it aside. His hand encircled her throat, his breath tickled her nape.
“Beth, oh Beth—I am going to fill you full of myself.” He nipped lightly at her neck. “I’ve come inside no other woman in eighteen years.”
The possessive timbre of his voice made her catch her breath.
He gave a harsh shout and his whole body shook against hers. His cock jerked within her. And he had not withdrawn. He was filling her full of himself, claiming her. Just as he had promised. Her internal muscles clamped down and she bent her head all the way down, stuffed her face into the pillow and screamed.
Her legs collapsed a moment before he fell against her back. Cold air hit her neck as he lifted her damp hair away. His lips touched her neck.
“Damn, Beth, damn.” He lightly nipped her flesh. “Oh, damn.”
* * * *
At the washstand mirror, Beth ran a final smoothing hand over the coiled braid at the back of her neck. Raw soreness throbbed between her legs, an oddly satisfying reminder of the evening. Her body was limp. Weak.
She felt weaker yet with shock at her own actions. Despite her attempts to clean up, warm, viscous wetness still seeped from her channel. A decidedly sensual, and again, satisfying sensation.
Dear heavens! She’d never before allowed a man to come inside of her. She had always demanded they pull out. She’d certainly never begged a man to do otherwise. But in her heart, she couldn’t be sorry. She was his. In the most basic way.
But all right, this had been the last time. And her courses were due to come within the next day
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