Free Stone Destiny (Stone Passion #3) by A.C. Warneke Page B

head of his penis was there, pressing into her. Armand’s big, hard body strained as he pushed past her virginity, past her soul. She cried out as pain struck her, taking her out of the dreamy bliss of being in Armand’s arms. His body froze, his breathing was labored, as he rasped, “Do you want me to stop?”
    “Don’t you dare,” she growled threateningly as tears seeped from her eyes and pain radiated outwards from where they were joined. Grabbing his butt, she pulled him closer, feeling another inch disappear into her body, feeling the stretch of taking more than she should.
    Resting his forehead against her shoulder he lunged forward until she was sobbing pathetically, pain and pleasure, joy and rapture burning up everything it their path. His body trembled as he held himself still, allowing her body to adjust to his pleasurable invasion. Sweat beaded on his skin, mixing with the paint until color bled from him onto her. She relished in the suffocation of being beneath him, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close.
    “Ferris,” he panted, deep and rough. “I have to move.”
    “Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes and smiling in bliss. He shifted and she released him, letting her hands drift over his broad shoulders, to the paint-smeared chest, and resting on his ribs, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing as he began thrusting his hips. The pain was still a dull ache but she didn’t care. She was with Armand and she knew that the next time was going to be even better.
    Pushing his torso up, he stared down at her with those amazing green eyes, holding her gaze as he plundered her body. Silence descended until just the two of them existed, apart from the world. His soul burned brightly in his eyes, entwining with hers until they were one. She could see eternity in his gaze, to a spiritual connection that went beyond time . It was destruction and birth, death and life, to a sensual connection that went far beyond the physical.
    Wrapping her legs around his waist, opening herself up to him, she took him into her body, her soul, knowing they were meant to be together forever. Tears stung her eyes as his body tensed, pouring his seed into the vessel of her body . Tears because she knew that no child would be conceived on this most miraculous coupling. Tears because she loved him completely.
    His arms collapsed and he crushed her between his hard body and the unyielding chaise. Breathing shallowly since her lungs were compressed, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him, her heart thudding violently in her chest, matching the shuddering rhythm of his heart. She wanted the moment to last forever.
     

     
    Slowly, Armand swam upwards towards consciousness, feeling incredible, the best he had felt in perhaps forever. A soft, sweet pillow cushioned his body and his cock was buried in the tightest, most fuckable pussy he’d ever had. It was as if she had been created especially for his pleasure. Nuzzling the woman’s neck, breathing in the heavenly scent of her skin, he stilled as two things hit him at once: the scent of oil paint and the hazy memory of the female beneath him.
    Slowly, desperately praying for it to not be true, he raised his head and stared in horror at the face that had always been precious and untouchable. The dark curves of eyelashes brushed against the creamy skin of her cheek, only a few streaks of paint marring the clear complexion. Her lips were rosy and swollen from his kisses and a slight smile tilted her lips, even in sleep. Tenderness swamped his heart and he had to tramp it down before the warm feelings caused him to give in to madness once more.
    Her words hit him with the force of a sledge hammer. I’ve been waiting for this for five years …. Fuck! What the hell had he been thinking?
    Carefully so as not to wake the temptress, he disengaged his body from hers, his penis protesting having to leave the warm, wet depths of her body. A slight frown marred