Spirit Bound - Christine Feehan [77]
He let his breath out and invaded deeper into that tight feminine channel. “You’re so damn tight, angel.” She was scorching him all the way down to his toes. He took a breath and eased in more.
“You’re so damn big,” Judith gasped and pushed back with a small cry, sheathing him another couple of inches.
He flexed his fingers. Blood thundered in his head, and a jackhammer pulsed between his legs, hard and demanding. With her squirming he could barely maintain sanity let alone control. He gripped her hips and as her body thrust toward him, he rammed home, burying himself deep, driving through those snug, nearly unyielding muscles. He bumped her cervix and she cried out again, taking several deep breaths.
“Please, Thomas, please . . .” She broke off pleading with a gasp as he began to move.
Stefan built the rhythm slowly, watching her reaction as closely as possible. She was burning him alive, feeding the flames with her passion, with her own need, a black magic woman, wrapping him up in sex and sin. His cock felt like steel, slamming into her over and over, disappearing into dark, hot depths. Deliberately he adjusted position, dragging over her most sensitive part so that she gave another cry.
Her long hair was everywhere, her breasts rocking with each hard stroke. The sight of her broke his last thread of control and he gave in to the wild need that had been building his entire life for this one woman. He drew in his breath sharply, his hold on her hips tight as he drove forward and yanked her back into him again and again.
He stretched them both out on a rack of torturous, pure carnal pleasure he hadn’t known could exist, the tension building until her cries were music to him and his hard breathing matched the deep, pistoning thrusts of his hips. He couldn’t stop, didn’t want this to end, felt complete with her, with flames licking over his skin and his cock forging such heat they were welded together.
Lust rose into frenzied hunger and mingled with a far gentler emotion that took his heart and placed it solely in her hands. He slammed into her again and again, her pleas and the sound of their bodies coming together weaving the sensations into a deeper, darker coil. Judith gasped, a sobbing plea escaped, as wave after wave of shocking orgasms tore through her. Her muscles clamped down like a vise, dragging over him, a fierce, almost brutal assault that took him by surprise, ripping his own vicious release from him.
Stefan collapsed over the top of Judith, careful not to put too much of his weight on her while he fought for breath. He pressed his face against her back, inhaling her fragrance, feeling the silk of her hair against his face. Are you all right?
She reached one hand behind her and stroked his thigh. He could feel the pulse of her heart in the muscles surrounding him. Absolutely. You?
Never better.
She hesitated and he felt it like an arrow through her heart. I’m a little frightened by how intense this is between us. I didn’t expect sex to be so explosive. I can’t control it.
He waited a heartbeat. Don’t regret this, Judith. It’s too good between us; don’t pull away from me because it’s scary. We can figure it out together.
She was silent another moment. I should have told you, I’m not on birth control. I haven’t been with anyone and didn’t expect to be.
I should have protected you. I’m sorry, Judith. I wasn’t thinking. He couldn’t say it aloud, could barely manage to utter the lie telepathically. He would welcome his child growing inside of her. The damn truth was, he wanted his child in her. And that was another shocking first for him.
Judith went still. She turned her head to one side and looked back at him, her long, feathery lashes lowering over her dazed expression. I’m a grown woman, Thomas. I can protect myself. I should have been the one thinking about it. And truthfully, there’s a part of me that would welcome a baby.
My baby, he corrected. My baby.
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