acceptance.
“I need you.”
He gripped her neck and drew her mouth to his. “Not nearly as much as I need you. Go slow. Relax, and
take me inside you,” he breathed, and possessed her mouth while his finger
circled her slick nub. Her thighs clenched him, and he felt her soft wet core
cover his head. He swallowed and rocked his head back determined not to thrust
himself inside her, knowing he’d lose his mind.
“Hurts.” She closed her eyes.
“Only for a second I promise, and then
pleasure,” he reassured her.
She nodded and tore through her hymen with a
small cry, her velvet sheath taking him deeper. His head throbbed, wanting her
wet channel to clamp around him.
“Be still,” he said quietly and kissed her
gently. “No rush, my beautiful light, there’s no rush.
From here on in, it’s only pleasure. You and I.” He
kissed her sweetly on her mouth, on her nose and each cheek. “Your body will
accept me.” She swiveled her hips to test the waters, and he circled her
breast, teasing the tip, and then savored each one, flicking the pebbled peaks.
“Oh yes,” she cried and her ass began to
rotate in a sensual rhythm, Mother Nature and lust taking each other’s hands.
“Oh God, you feel like heaven,” he growled,
watching a blissful expression crown her features. He was buried deep in her,
and she rotated her hips. He encouraged her to rise up and ride him. She liked
it, and before long the dance became a race to the finish line. He had to wait.
He had to see it and feel her come around him, and it didn’t take long. Her
eyes shot open and then slammed shut, her muscles clenching him and a cry
escaped her, setting him off in his own orgasm as his balls tightened and he
released himself with a roar of pure, raw satisfaction.
She draped herself against him, her warm
breath skipping across his chest, and he curled her tight in his arms. His
heart swelled. No woman had ever trusted him like this before. He tipped her
chin. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “A little sore
maybe.”
He carefully pulled out of her, trying not to
jolt with the sensitivity. He winced when she did. “It’ll be better in a couple days,” he said, ridding himself of the
condom.
“Days?” she said wide-eyed.
“Yes, Lumin, you have to heal, and then…” He
kissed her chin. “And then, well…you’ll see.”
He needed her body pressed against his and drew her tight.
Their legs remained entwined, and her lids closed, heavy with sleep. Under the
moonlight, under the stars, he prayed she was right. The thought of being like
the man who donated his sperm to bring him into the world made him sick. He
didn’t want to be that man. Grabbing the edge of the blanket, he wrapped it
around them and nestled his cheek against her warm breast. Her silky skin
calmed his fears. She was like a soft little kitten curled into him, and even
though she was at peace safe in his protection, she wasn’t close enough. This
was one mission he would never, ever forget.
Chapter Five
Tony woke with the sun warming his cheek. He
stretched and ran his hands through his hair. With a start, he sat bolt upright
and blinked. Where was Lumin?
“Lumin?” He rocked to his feet and snagged his jeans, jumping into them
and his boots, noticing her clothes were gone. “Lumin?”
His gaze darted around the lake and through
the tree line. He ran the trail, ignoring the slap of a few branches against
his face. Before darting from the forest, he cleared the area with a surveying
gaze and then ran for the house. When he hit the stairs, his heart began to
beat again. An enticing smell wandered from the house to meet him on the steps.
He entered the great room. Pancakes!
Lumin glanced up. “Good morning.” She put down
the flipper she held and walked toward him. “Hungry?”
The air seemed different this morning, like
there was an invisible fibrous line connecting them. She looked—different. Softer, if that were possible. He