Page 54 of Sanctuary

“No prickles now,” he murmurs, sliding two fingers inside me.

I’m very wet, very clingy. I comb my fingers through his thick hair. “Maybe a few.”

“No. None.” He pumps his fingers, and I arch up dramatically, letting out a low, shameless moan. “Nothing but warm, lush, sweet softness.”

That’s exactly how I feel as he brings me to orgasm with his hand. As I get close, I fist my fingers in his hair and tug excitedly. Gasp, “Please, Aidan. I’m close. Please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He murmurs out soothing encouragements as I shake through the climax.

Then he lifts himself up on straightened arms and smiles down on me. “That was beautiful.”

I’m utterly replete from the release. My body feels boneless, and I’m smiling back at him like a fool. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

He kisses me. “Maybe we can make you feel even better.”

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” I reach down and dip my hands beneath the waistband of his underwear. Stroke his hard cock. “And maybe we can make you feel good at the same time.”

“I already feel better than anything.” He straightens up to pull off his boxer briefs and then settles between my legs again. He adjusts my knees to make more room for him.

We both groan as he pushes his cock inside me.

Like the first time, I’m stretched but not in pain. I shift restlessly until I get used to the penetration. I lift my hands to cup his face. “You okay?”

He huffs in amusement and opens his eyes. His body tensed up as he entered me, but now it’s relaxing. “I’m far better than okay. I’ve never been so okay in my entire life.”

“You always know exactly what to say.”

“Only because I’m telling you the truth.”

He holds my gaze as he starts to roll his hips, thrusting in a steady, satisfying rhythm. I rock my pelvis up to meet his pumps, creating a sexy slapping sound.

He huffs out a throaty exhale on every instroke, and soon we’re going at it so enthusiastically that the bed is squeaking softly. The friction and the motion are really doing it for me. The sensations keep surging in wave after wave until I’m making helpless sobbing sounds as I reach for the climax that’s almost there.

“Please don’t stop!” I hear myself beg, clawing at the back of his neck with my fingernails.

“I won’t, love. I’ve got you. You can let go. You’re going to feel so good.”

His words somehow push me over the edge. I cry out, trying to muffle the sound against his shoulder. He keeps thrusting into my clenching pussy, making loud, primal grunts now as he works toward his own release. Then he freezes and falls over the edge in a series of clumsy jerks and raspy exclamations.

He comes inside me, rolling his hips through the final spurts.

I try to catch my breath as I rub my hands down his back and hold onto his firm ass.

After a couple of minutes, his shoulders shake a few times. “Damn. I was supposed to pull out.”

I giggle. “Yes, you were.”

“Sorry about that.” He lifts his head to check my expression.

I smile at him. “It’s okay. Like I said, I don’t think I can get pregnant anyway.”

In the old world, I could have gone to the doctor. They could have run tests. We could have figured out what was wrong with my fertility and maybe done something about it.

But this isn’t the old world anymore, and some things simply can’t be fixed.

It’s never bothered me before. I’m not sure why I feel the slightest little twinge in my chest right now.

He rubs his face against mine. “How do you feel, love?”

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