Neither of them said the word, but when he began to move inside her, Alice knew it was love that drove him. Resigned, unable to ignore it, she let it reign.
She listened to her own uneven breathing as he rode her body. To the way blood rushed through her ears, a sound of waves against a shore. Moans fell from her lips, encouragement for the things he made her feel and want.
Sebastian made love to her with a skillful touch. His mouth met and caressed hers. Trailed heat across her chin and neck. Lower.
Rough fingers stroked casually over sensitive nipples, his lips soon nibbling on their peaks moments later. He was everywhere. Touching. Kissing. Arousing. He filled her both inside and out, covering her in a blanket of warmth and gentleness.
She squeezed her eyes shut, such wonderful sensation leaving her drowsy-drunk. And she was an addict to the way he made her feel. She wanted more. Needed it. Would have done anything asked of her for more. Yet it was all she could do to endure it now. To not shatter into a million replete fragments.
Soon the first ripple eased out from her belly, warming her extremities and heating her face. A whimper spilled out as a second ripple formed. Sebastian drove into her still so very, very slowly, but he seemed to swell inside of her at the sound. Ragged breathing turned to panting gasps as more ripples formed, each one more powerful than the last.
So much sensation. Pleasure.
The ripples were no longer distinguishable, each one coming behind the other so quickly that she could scarcely catch her breath in time before being bombarded. With each ripple, goose bumps stroked along her skin. Alice’s hands flew to his forearms, holding onto him for strength. She needed the tether.
“Oh God,” she cried. It would soon be too much.
Sebastian nuzzled the skin of her neck. “I’ve got you.”
He increased his pace, his cock filling her so completely she wasn’t sure that they hadn’t always been one. He was a part of her and perhaps forever would be. He touched her not only physically, but had grasped a hold of her heart. She could deny it all she wanted, fight the pull that kept them together, balk that the universe would make them see heaven only to eventually yank it away. None of that mattered as she began to soar. What did matter was knowing that it was so very right. That nothing could ever take away this moment from her. That she would remember and cherish it for always.
“That’s my girl,” Sebastian whispered.
Her cunt began to flutter, rhythmic pulls signaling the loss of control. She stroked over her neck with fingers that didn’t seem her own. “Please.” It came out desperate. Needy.
Sebastian visually traced the pulse of her neck before lowering his mouth. She barely felt the puncture, but the first draw of her blood made the world crash in around her. Alice screamed as she came, everything going shiny-bright before her muscles locked. Her entire being stiffened, useless to do anything beyond feel such intense, amazing bliss.
Sebastian’s low groans were far away and disembodied. He was close too, pushing himself into her with increasing speed. With an urgency to beat some sort of race against time.
Alice soared, knowing the way her life seemed to pour out of the two new wounds in her neck. The rest of her exploded outward, leaving her helpless to his sexual onslaught. She lived in her moment. Propelled there by an amazing man.
He growled against her neck before his tongue swiped at the bite. Her grip on him tightened with the first pulse of his release. Sebastian called out her name, his teeth scraping against her flesh as he clenched his eyes shut. He was pulled under, his body’s demands more than he had the ability to fight.
It was over too quickly. His hips stopped moving. Damp heat filled her between her legs. But she held on to him.
For long moments they lay together, joined where he still remained erect inside of her. Alice’s sweat-moistened skin craved cool air. Her lungs burned with the need for oxygen. The way her heart pumped hard and fast, she wondered dazedly if it would recover.
Too soon though, Alice felt the lull of fatigue pulling at her. She was just plain dog tired, from being loved and probably from the stress of the night before. There was a gorgeous man draped across her body, his warmth as soothing as any comforter. If he wasn’t careful, she’d fall asleep beneath him. Not that doing so would hurt his ego any.