Free Midnight's Jewel (Siren Publishing Classic) by J. Annas Walker

kissed her exposed neck from behind. Fire flared across her skin once more.
    She turned over to face him. “Please, finish this,” she whispered. His only response was a nod.
    He rolled her onto her back. She opened her legs, but he coaxed them further apart as he positioned himself above her. Gripping the base of his shaft, he gently stroked his cockhead along her slit a few times. On the last downward stroke, he pressed against the opening to her pussy and paused.
    “Are you sure?” he asked.
    She nodded her consent. The fear fluttering in her stomach was being burned away by the rising flares. She wanted him inside her. She needed him to fill her body with his, to stretch her pussy around his cock. She was ready.
    He pressed his cock slowly into her pussy. She was still wet but too tight. He had to work in and out in careful increments to sink his shaft into her slit a few inches. She gave a sharp inhale, held it for a few moments, and let it out slowly. The pain was subsiding. Finally, when she had had time to adjust, he plunged the length of his cock into her depths and stopped. A sharp stinging tore at her. She lay as still as she could. In a few moments, the pain eased.
    “Are you okay?” Brandon whispered.
    “Yes,” Sabrina whispered back. She gave him a reassuring smile. He smiled back and kissed her softly on the lips. As she kissed him back, he began stroking her cunt.
    Thrust after thrust, slow at first and then building, he pounded into her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the increasing rhythm. A flood of slippery juices coated his dick. She could feel his cockhead dipping into a pool of it just as he bottomed out with each thrust. Something she did not understand was happening. Her pussy quivered around his shaft. This time there was no fear or insecurity. She went with it.
    The quivering gave way to intense orgasmic spasms. They rolled through her like a tidal wave. The intensity was almost too much. She screamed as the pleasure took her. Her nails dug into the flesh of his back.
    Brandon cried out above her as he came. She could feel his thick cock buried as far as she could take him. Spurts of jizz filled her pussy. It felt foreign and perfect. He collapsed on top of her, panting. Sliding to one side, he cradled her. She curled into him and enjoyed the earthy dark-amber scent of his skin.
    “You are an amazing woman, Sabrina,” he said once he caught his breath.
    Happiness and warm contentment replaced passion’s heat. It was as if there wasn’t enough room in her body for the amount of pleasure she had. She could feel an overwhelming amount of energy building in the center of her being. Dark rainbows flashed. A pulse rang out from her core. Brandon clutched her to him, covering her head protectively.
    When the flash subsided, he turned her loose. They were still on his bed. The bed was still on the floor, but they were not in his room.

Chapter 8
     
    Neither of them spoke. They were staring out into the vastness of space. Above them were twinkling stars and the soft glow of planets unhindered by the lights of Earth. Brandon pulled Sabrina tight against him, almost painfully so.
    “Where the hell are we?” Brandon asked as he looked over the edge of the bed. He kept her clutched to his side. She knew he meant to be protective, but she had never felt anything but safe here.
    Sabrina tentatively peeked down to see a familiar gray floor. The bed was sitting behind a stone railing. Below was a dark, near-featureless gray surface with mountains in the distance. A thin slice of bright blue arc surrounded by a blue-white halo illuminated the mountains from behind. Off to the left, a light gray landscape shone under full sunlight. Behind them was a room separated from the open balcony by two massive carved stone columns. Thin, very pale-blue, gauze-like curtains hung in the archway. She knew this place from her dreams. Usually, she was in a room with a large window, but this was a part of the same